<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:05:40.140-08:00</updated><category term='FOOD'/><category term='fuck bitches'/><category term='love music'/><title type='text'>J Marie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-6827819533649185584</id><published>2011-01-07T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:40:07.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Dwells Within Me, As Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TSfAYWpz9XI/AAAAAAAAAZg/UqSh81yuub0/s1600/EatPrayLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TSfAYWpz9XI/AAAAAAAAAZg/UqSh81yuub0/s320/EatPrayLove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559623789642511730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Realizing that I’m going through my Eat Pray Love: India Phase.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finding yourself isn’t the answer. Knowing who and what you already are, is &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-6827819533649185584?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6827819533649185584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-dwells-within-me-as-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6827819533649185584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6827819533649185584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-dwells-within-me-as-me.html' title='God Dwells Within Me, As Me'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TSfAYWpz9XI/AAAAAAAAAZg/UqSh81yuub0/s72-c/EatPrayLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-3987124053455589021</id><published>2010-12-22T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:21:39.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Shock</title><content type='html'>From the City to the Snow. The life of a Traveling Chef.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TRL32jgtQFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5QDQChd4o5U/s1600/IMG00139-20101207-1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TRL32jgtQFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5QDQChd4o5U/s320/IMG00139-20101207-1657.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553773807118663762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Currently Blasting: Kanye West - Robocop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 36px; "&gt;♫ &lt;/span&gt;Spoiled Little LA Girl &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 36px; "&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 30px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-weight: bold; line-height: 36px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 30px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-weight: bold; line-height: 36px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 30px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-weight: bold; line-height: 36px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-3987124053455589021?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3987124053455589021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/12/culture-shock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3987124053455589021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3987124053455589021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/12/culture-shock.html' title='Culture Shock'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TRL32jgtQFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5QDQChd4o5U/s72-c/IMG00139-20101207-1657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-7125345384597909615</id><published>2010-12-18T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:43:44.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Kim/Nicki Minaj beef</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna get &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; much into this but I have GOT to state my position on this wack ass beef.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music is music. If you're in the industry, people are gonna love you, hate you, respect you, diss you, be jealous of you, etc. Just do YOU! Don't be mad cause you think somone is trying to be like you. Don't get heated cause people are comparing you to someone that got in the game before you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As someone who doesn't do this music biz professionally, I know what it's like to write a song or have an idea and then see someone else with a similar game plan get credit for it. I remember back in the day, one of my homies made a whole demo tape called "The Gray Album" (He's a Beatles fan, a play on their 'White Album') where he re-did a bunch of songs originally written by artist like Incubus &amp;amp; Coldplay; a Hip-Hop/Alternative mash-up if you will. Then here comes Jay-Z and his bitchass Linkin Park so called collabo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit happens. My nigga didn't go on a 7 month rant about how he hated Jay-Z for his idea, Jigga just happened to be in the position he was in to make that shit poppin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in conclusion, Miss Lil Kim, I love you. I adore you. But don't hate on Minaj for getting hers. If this were a real Hip-Hop beef circa 2Pac &amp;amp; Bigga, trust, Power 106 probably wouldn't be playing neither of you chick's hits non-stop on the anniversary of your murder 7 years after the fact. Harsh, but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the flip side, I am not much of a Nicki fan. I didn't even think I knew how to spell her name before I googled it for this blog but I will say this, keep doin you, ma. And perhaps, keep doing you while also doing something worth listening to....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give Respect. Salutations....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-7125345384597909615?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7125345384597909615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/12/lil-kimnicki-minaj-beef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7125345384597909615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7125345384597909615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/12/lil-kimnicki-minaj-beef.html' title='Lil Kim/Nicki Minaj beef'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-7428231571990439562</id><published>2010-12-10T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:44:57.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Touch of Gossip</title><content type='html'>I don't usually dabble too much in the world of gossip but I had to post this video. Earlier today TMZ got a hold of this video feature Miley Cyrus taking a bong load of Salvia and "trippin hard". Jahaha! Sooo funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-61218f688a036957" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61218f688a036957%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333060632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12468EF82B1F8203886AF400CE4269349240F710.79A268EC8783CD3FE31DA31D5E59251AE4F583FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61218f688a036957%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dne5Ol164KPFvbzhlBOHHaQn5qgY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61218f688a036957%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333060632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12468EF82B1F8203886AF400CE4269349240F710.79A268EC8783CD3FE31DA31D5E59251AE4F583FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61218f688a036957%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dne5Ol164KPFvbzhlBOHHaQn5qgY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record, Salvia is totally legal in the state of California and usually gives you a psychedelic trip as opposed to marijuana that just makes you funny, slow, dumb, and hungry. I've tried this ish before and know that it doesn't usually hit you for longer than 20min after you inhale it, if it hits you at all. I've never seen any trip like Miley is but it cracks me up to see how stupid and dumb she gets, just like everyone else does when they're under the influence. People are people and the bitch just turned 18. Someone needs to hook this girl up with a bleezy and spark it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-7428231571990439562?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7428231571990439562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/12/touch-of-gossip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7428231571990439562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7428231571990439562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/12/touch-of-gossip.html' title='A Touch of Gossip'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-6219363125743476517</id><published>2010-12-09T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:48:02.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bf6e929e8bd2490e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf6e929e8bd2490e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333060632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D4B242B33EF918A32EB41B8309E2370BD5665B9.800BE6E0D30249E95EE608909DB9BDA597B227B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf6e929e8bd2490e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCZfPJJsYP1j7turjtcSRmJTgsK0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf6e929e8bd2490e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333060632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D4B242B33EF918A32EB41B8309E2370BD5665B9.800BE6E0D30249E95EE608909DB9BDA597B227B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf6e929e8bd2490e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCZfPJJsYP1j7turjtcSRmJTgsK0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-6219363125743476517?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6219363125743476517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/12/video-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6219363125743476517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6219363125743476517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/12/video-update.html' title='Video Update!'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4621130230655060402</id><published>2010-11-12T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T17:57:07.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Faith. Strength. Love. Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4621130230655060402?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4621130230655060402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4621130230655060402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4621130230655060402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-668888971708255340</id><published>2010-11-12T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T18:47:44.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIXTAPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been waiting for this Mixtape for quite some time now. Truthfully, I'm really diggin this one. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?y7cebmgebnymnm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TN34ndjisBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/r-9YjzTulLw/s320/j-cole-fnl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538856473567866898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;J. Cole - Friday Night Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Released: November 12, 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Update*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Check this link provided by my beloved &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://usershare.net/TheSmokingSection/1m2tvsgivz5u"&gt;THREE SIX PHIVE.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-668888971708255340?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/668888971708255340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/11/mixtape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/668888971708255340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/668888971708255340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/11/mixtape.html' title='MIXTAPE'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TN34ndjisBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/r-9YjzTulLw/s72-c/j-cole-fnl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4099271497429841672</id><published>2010-11-12T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:04:06.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Video</title><content type='html'>My last night while on the North Rim. October 17th, 2010... Spanish music, Puerto Rican booze, and my favorite people. Thanks to my Kimmy, Maricruz, Lizeth, Diana, Joe, Ian, &amp;amp; Lamar for an AMAZING night. Love my GCNR fam!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1717381c4b34c483" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1717381c4b34c483%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333060632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2070C4FFAACC04AFAA1ED4977C01509ACB9F74CA.244251DB0BF357399D61B0FCD8003E91FE7C47E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1717381c4b34c483%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7-VHxXpUL6YxkPu2JZrUuYgLoxg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1717381c4b34c483%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333060632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2070C4FFAACC04AFAA1ED4977C01509ACB9F74CA.244251DB0BF357399D61B0FCD8003E91FE7C47E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1717381c4b34c483%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7-VHxXpUL6YxkPu2JZrUuYgLoxg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4099271497429841672?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4099271497429841672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4099271497429841672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4099271497429841672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-video.html' title='Random Video'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-8779880087893088669</id><published>2010-11-08T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:12:52.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me start off by saying that I truly love the experience that being a Chef has given me. There are times when I’m in a hot ass kitchen, bangin out food, bustin my balls and it sucks. Trust, this is not a glamorous profession by any means and when it’s a million degrees, you’ve got 10 tickets in your window, and some random person comes up to bother you in the middle of all that, you want nothing more than to punch them in the face and walk away. However, I do have to give credit where credit is due.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember this one time, I was in the kitchen doing some prep work when a server came in and told our breakfast cooks that a guest had sent their compliments on a delicious meal. My first response was, “Wow, that’s really cool” then one of the line chefs turns to me and says, “When we're busy, we don't have time to chat with servers. We get compliments all the time, it’s nothing special...”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s my opinion, if anyone takes time out of their day to acknowledge you, it’s special. By no means should any kind gesture, a gracious word, or even just a simple greeting go ignored. It’s like walking down the street, I smile and usually say hello to every single person that I pass. I think it’s rude to act like no one is there. God put all of us on this planet for a reason. No, I may have no importance on your life whatsoever and chances are, you may not insanely effect mine either but that doesn’t mean we should succumb to that level of negativity towards each other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As Miss America as it sounds, the world would be such a kinder, simpler, and overall better place if we thanked others for their graciousness, if we took time out to lock eyes with another passer-byer, if we all were the guest that compliments the Chef whos busting their ass and most importantly, if we were all that Chef that truly appreciated being praised.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No one has to take time out for you, appreciate it when they do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stay Hungry, you beautiful people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-8779880087893088669?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8779880087893088669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8779880087893088669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8779880087893088669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-6518072639166212997</id><published>2010-08-29T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:59:18.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though I’m barely at the start of my coking tour, I must say… My greatest gift to other people is still music. I know that cooking isn’t my calling. I know that I’m currently living a life I chose through love rather than the life that was chosen for me through calling. Sometimes, I’ll be temping out the Buffet and not notice how hard I’m rocking out to the song in my head. A random person, whether it be a coworker or a guest, will ask me what I’m dancing to and I’ll tell them. That feeling is a lot greater than the salad bar I spent hours prepping and setting out for them to destroy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I find greater joy in spreading music than food. Both are Universal so I still get this high when I can give either to the world. But I will forever remember the little girl with her shoes on the wrong feet, asking me which Jonas Bro song I was singing more so than the guy who asked me what French Toast was and how I made it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t get me wrong, people enjoying my food is one of the greatest feelings in the world. But there’s something about how I grew up &amp;amp; live my life that brings me back to the genuinity of music. The number 1 true Universal Language, the way most people bring themselves together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a Chef and a nurturer, I hope that the food I produce brings together many walks of life within harmony on one common goal: to enjoy what I provide. However, I hope that the soundtrack to that meal is one that they’ll never forget. Something that will change them; music that will bring them to life just as much as my amazing food will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Keep music alive, be true to you, and Stay Hungry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-6518072639166212997?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6518072639166212997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/08/though-im-barely-at-start-of-my-coking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6518072639166212997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6518072639166212997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/08/though-im-barely-at-start-of-my-coking.html' title=''/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-5143743514992335276</id><published>2010-08-27T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:46:06.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Was this that what it is?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was one of the best days I’ve had at this place. Woke up, cashed my check, ran some North Rim errands, and while in the general store I ran into Ashley &amp;amp; Rachel who gave me a ride back to our dorms and we started a dance party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That dance party turned into shots of Jack and table dancing in the pouring rain. I felt so alive and free. Just to have no cares nor worries; it’s just you, the music, in the rain. Ahhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So after I got too wasted for comfort, I took a nap and now, here I am. I have never been hung over the same day I got smashed. It’s an odd feeling. I’m wide awake and tired at the same time. I just wanna write and enjoy time to myself. Tried to hang out with people but it was very unamusing and unfulfilling. Like the high I was on before made everything else seem so dull.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I think this is just a sign that being alone for a bit has probably been long overdue. Either way, today was a beautiful experience. Seriously, drunk dancing in the rain in the Grand Canyon. Not everyone gets to live this. I love that this is my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Dream – Walking on the Moon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stay Hungry, dear friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-5143743514992335276?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5143743514992335276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/08/dancing-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5143743514992335276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5143743514992335276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/08/dancing-in-rain.html' title='Dancing in the Rain'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-2947334543892540701</id><published>2010-08-21T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:43:02.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunk Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have no real sense of time nor reality…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight, me and a few of my favorite people had a drunken music celebration in an open field a few hundred yards from our dorms. I don’t know if I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ever been so content with life as I am now. I love just being; existing freely. Tonight was a good night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And here I am, drunk more than I should be. Telling a friend I love them *c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really do fucking love this girl* and her response being. “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you too. You're so cute and so butch”. It made me laugh. I’m not a lesbian but don’t let my plaid shorts fool ya!&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Jahahha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, I’m getting too&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;crunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for typing so I will finish with the point of this blog. I love my&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt;! Allison is kinda like the friend I always wanted. So open and free within herself yet so “sheltered” from the world like I am. And then there’s Jen; free spirited, willing, able to control every drunk on this mountain and still getting wasted and enjoying life on her terms. I love them too much. 96% of what I’m going to miss come October is those two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then there’s Kyle &amp;amp; Lamar. For one, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;barely met any Native Americans in my life. Then these 2 pop up and its like ‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;WOAH&lt;/span&gt;!’ Black Rob status. Natives can’t handle their liquor nor their sexual tendencies but it’s funny to me. For second, my favorite people to be around when I'm drunk is Jen &amp;amp; Kyle. They’re so happy &amp;amp; fun yet then can chill and enjoy the moment and I love that about them. Makes me so comfortable while we’re wasted cause I'm usually so uptight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So there, that’s that.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all I had to say. I love most of them people I’m surrounded by and I love how good I feel right now. I’m not stupid, no one else is being stupid. Were just chill and the one thing I needed in my life was to learn how to relax. I love that I’m learning all that here right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;time, stay sober, stay blessed, and Stay Hungry.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Besos&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-2947334543892540701?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2947334543892540701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/08/crunk-drunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2947334543892540701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2947334543892540701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/08/crunk-drunk.html' title='Crunk Drunk'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-1124235552649294882</id><published>2010-08-20T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:55:06.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ftw?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So as I’m revising my last blog, like 45 minutes ago, I start to smell an overwhelming amount of smoke. Being in a dorm on the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;floor near the entrance/exit doors, I just assumed it was someone having a fag outside my window. Pero no. Some people here thought it would be a good idea to light up a grill and cook a single (SINGLE) hot dog indoors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t get the nerve of people. I’m down for having fun and doing what makes you feel good but a lot of times, I feel like a 50 year old trapped in a young gorgeous chick’s body. I instantly turn into parent mode. I want to scold people and make them suffer their consequences and learn from their mistakes. If the dude that started this “Lets smoke up the entire building” gig wasn’t my MJJ twin lover in life, I’d probably be ratting him out right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s so rude to not consider others. A lot of the reason why I get so screwed over in life, love, and friendships is that I am constantly thinking of how other people would react and/or feel in everything I do while most others tend to only think of themselves in these various situations. Yes, I like to party, I love loud music and causing ruckus. But if my room mate is sleeping, I keep it down. If it’s after hours, I stay pretty mild within reason. When I wanna do something that may not work for others, I find alternatives to satisfy myself while pacifying everyone else. Not many people have the same views on respect as I do and I totally get that. What I don’t get is why more people don’t think and act as I do. I’m not perfect but hot damn, I’m a pretty good person. I don’t understand those that don’t strive to be good people in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the end, I’m sitting outside, in the rain, yet again, blogging to yall and trying to save my lungs from massive amounts of chemical infused smoke. Gotta be up in 5 hours to hit St. George for some shopping and mischief but for now, I’m gonna enjoy the fresh air, clean rain, and Whodini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love someone. Give respect. Stay Hungry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2:10am update: I just got investigated by security as to what the problem was and who was/is involved. I’m not going down for other people’s problems. Sorry if you get screwed over but I’m nobody’s bitch. And Shakira’s ‘La Tortura’ ft. Alejandro Sanz just came on. I’m gonna rock out and not worry about other people’s problems. “Sorry”&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-1124235552649294882?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1124235552649294882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/08/ftw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1124235552649294882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1124235552649294882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/08/ftw.html' title='ftw?'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-2810466093685765710</id><published>2010-08-18T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:34:30.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A lot of amazing things have happened to me within the last few months. I learned a new trade (Raw Food) moved out of my parents house, got to see my great G’ma hit 100 years, &amp;amp; I’m steadily re-finding myself everyday. I’ve learned what real friends are and am even more happy with the ones that didn’t work out due to the fact that I was happy then but I’m even more happy now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moving to the GC has completely changed my perspective on life. I now look at my familiar pictures and it’s all a memory, a good memory. All the negative that I was stuck in for 08/09 has been forgotten and all I see is the good. I miss my cat but can’t fully remember having her around. I miss my friends but the fun we had is no longer a fun lifestyle but a fond memory. I’m so happy for that. It makes me appreciate life now so much more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I used to be a total optimist. The last few years took that away from me. I was lost, angry, sad, depressed for a reeeaaalllyyy long time. However, now, I am that happy person I used to be; the one who always saw the light in every situation. Not saying I don’t get down every once in a while but, I no longer see the bad before the good. I no longer dwell on all the wrong going on. I love this me, this me I used to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have no idea where I’m going next in life but I know that God has a plan for me. And just because I don’t know that plan does not mean it’s not going to work out for me. Yeah, I’m stuck in a position that I didn’t apply for. Yeah, I wish I was cooking a lot more than I am. But I feel like this is just putting me in a position to obtain a lot more than jumping into my goal would’ve allowed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I now know that not everything in life needs to be forced; I don’t need to schedule and plan everything as I did before. I’m more open to just letting things happen as they should and I thank God for that kind of peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks for reading. Bless you all who have supported and been there with me since the beginning. Until next time, Stay Hungry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-2810466093685765710?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2810466093685765710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/08/optimism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2810466093685765710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2810466093685765710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/08/optimism.html' title='Optimism'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-3410406682665785216</id><published>2010-08-17T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:13:03.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue Update</title><content type='html'>Been MIA for a slick minute but I'm baaaaaaack!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is fantastic. Just to catch yall up to speed, I moved to the Grand Canyon, North Rim. It's a huge change from LA but I'm LOVING it. Everyone here is amazing and I get to cook a lot more than my last job. Anyways, here's a few flicks to show you what life has been like for the past month and a half. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ChefBridget.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TGtNYUQ3R2I/AAAAAAAAAYU/xKH8gYamvdI/s320/_Media+Card_BlackBerry_pictures_IMG01023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506580049542203234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entrance to the Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ChefBridget.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TGtNYojmfNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2B9eIL0KM5A/s320/GC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506580054989503698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is every single night for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ChefBridget.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TGtNZtPdXjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_K0bIlX1LtE/s320/IMG01044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506580073427066418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huevos Rancheros. Yummy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ChefBridget.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TGtNZWKW1TI/AAAAAAAAAYs/uJd5Gm7cNVQ/s320/IMG01037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506580067231651122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GC Chillin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ChefBridget.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TGtNZJfWtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/zeGv2X21sGw/s320/IMG01031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506580063830062482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from atop :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that I get to live this every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: Make sure you folks check out BasedMagazine.com for my blog, a few others, as well as a ton of other content you need. Until next time, besos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-3410406682665785216?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3410406682665785216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/08/overdue-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3410406682665785216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3410406682665785216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/08/overdue-update.html' title='Overdue Update'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TGtNYUQ3R2I/AAAAAAAAAYU/xKH8gYamvdI/s72-c/_Media+Card_BlackBerry_pictures_IMG01023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4736837500554760182</id><published>2010-06-07T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T13:13:28.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 20-10</title><content type='html'>Being a minor fan of soccer, mainly cause one of my jobs gets free Galaxy tickets thus forcing me to keep up with the rest of the world, I'm truly excited for this year's world cup. I'm going for Mexico, I think they're kinda the best though I'm a little afraid of Brasil &amp;amp; Argentina....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm not here to talk sports, I'm here to talk SHAKIRA! Anyone who knows me knows that I'm probably her biggest fan. The bitch can do no wrong in my eyes; she gorgeous, she can dance and, in Spanish, she's a very talented artist *I said in Spanish*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the official World Cup Song done of course by my beloved Shaki! Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.latingossip.com/"&gt;LatinGossip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latingossip.com/"&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; for the video. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3dde7eaa11a0b88b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3dde7eaa11a0b88b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333060632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38107465C945E4B3D23997C6C84D1900153B31EA.34F0AC0713746A011C20ECA6E988046701B985BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3dde7eaa11a0b88b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXv9642j4rWIEeUytc5kQ8FaH5qo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3dde7eaa11a0b88b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333060632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38107465C945E4B3D23997C6C84D1900153B31EA.34F0AC0713746A011C20ECA6E988046701B985BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3dde7eaa11a0b88b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXv9642j4rWIEeUytc5kQ8FaH5qo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4736837500554760182?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4736837500554760182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-20-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4736837500554760182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4736837500554760182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-20-10.html' title='World Cup 20-10'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-5991384480283735474</id><published>2010-05-21T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:31:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop Appreciation Week Day 5</title><content type='html'>Yup yup! It's his Birthday and theres no denying that he deserves the respect. Here we gooooo!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TA1Qe6nsnnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PXhMgaZ91Ss/s1600/notorious-big-ready-to-die_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TA1Qe6nsnnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PXhMgaZ91Ss/s320/notorious-big-ready-to-die_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480124813641817714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notorious B.I.G. - Ready to Die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Released: September 13, 1994&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Intro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Things Done Changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Gimmie the Loot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Machine Gun Funk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Warning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Ready to Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. One More Change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. Fuck Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. The What&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. Juicy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;11. Everyday Struggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12. Me &amp;amp; My BItch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;13. Big Poppa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;14. Respect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;15. Friend of Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;16. Unbelievable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;17. Suicidal Thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;18 Who Shot Ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;19. Just Playing (Dreams)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First things first, I Poppa, freaks all the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;honeys....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With the blow up in technology, everybody &amp;amp; their momma puttin out a mixtape &lt;i&gt;(trust, I'm putting one out too, WITH my momma)&lt;/i&gt; and every single album released being "leaked" out a bit too early, theres not much left to be said about the anticipation of new music. However, my infatuation with this album came mostly from the NEED to run out and get it, as well as it being a lyrical masterpiece, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In '94, I was barely pushin 10 years old. My mom worked the graveyard shift and wouldn't make it home til after my dad, brother, &amp;amp; I had left for work/school in the mornings. The day this album dropped, I forged my mom's signature in an absent note, sent my lil bro off to school and walked the mile up Sepulveda Blvd. to Tower Records to get this CD. It was that serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just from radio play alone, I knew this man was a genius. Being from the West Coast, there was of course the whole "we don't respect East Coast artists" at one time but this album always stayed true to me. Biggie had this sense of ease about him, you felt comfortable listening to him and inclined to sing along. He rapped as if it was easy for him; like spittin out &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage, Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was nothin to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But that feeling I had; that want, that NEED for this album, you don't get that anymore. Theres not one Hip-Hop artist out today that I can truly say &lt;i&gt;"I'm not gonna be right if I don't go run out &amp;amp; get this the day it drops"&lt;/i&gt;. I miss that feeling, I want it back. And I thank BIG for giving me that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday B.I.G.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-5991384480283735474?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5991384480283735474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/hip-hop-appreciation-week-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5991384480283735474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5991384480283735474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/hip-hop-appreciation-week-day-5.html' title='Hip Hop Appreciation Week Day 5'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TA1Qe6nsnnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PXhMgaZ91Ss/s72-c/notorious-big-ready-to-die_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-2555869709416225798</id><published>2010-05-20T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:35:48.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop Appreciation Week Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TAAx87ARvpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tf6h9Ld0UN0/s1600/KRS-ONE-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 559px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TAAx87ARvpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tf6h9Ld0UN0/s320/KRS-ONE-web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476432069583290002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I found out about this show about 3 days ago. A couple of the guys from the Luminaries come into my restaurant often, some of them every single day. They mentioned the show and of course, I was on board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-One doing a show about 7 blocks from my job, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;derrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm in! Second, I absolutely adore Simple Citizens. They remind me of everything that I love about Hip Hop and more. Not only are their rhymes on point but give me anything with a live band/horns/woodwinds, I'm yours forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before tonight, I had never seen Luminaries perform live. I always say I'll go and end up working late or whatnot but I was excited to finally attend a show of theirs. A conscious Hip Hop Group with I think more white people in it than blacks; an observation pointed out to me by a source that shall remain nameless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we'll start at the top:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Philene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ended up working late so we only got to catch the last 2 songs done by Simple Citizens. Of course they did not disappoint. Then the Luminaries came on and blew my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; face off. Raw talent, &lt;i&gt;(Raw. Get it? Cause I'm a Raw Chef... No?? Never mind...)&lt;/i&gt; Musicality beyond measure and a message that you can not ignore. I had no idea how great these guys are and how drawn everyone was to them. I figured most people at the show were there to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-One but to see everyone so into Luminaries and rocking out the way they were, I was astonished. They did an amazing job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;KRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-One. Fuck. The man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; something that I've been dreaming for years and tonight, my dream came true. I've always told people, if there was anyone on this  planet that I could just sit and listen to while they talked for hours, it would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-One. The man did not let me down. I think about 98% of his set was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;freestyled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And anytime the DJ would put on a beat he wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;KRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would stop and switch directions taking you on a whole new ride. Then we get to the end of his set and dude just starts going on and on and on about life, love, peace, music, equality... Seriously my dream. I damn near cried. Everything I've ever wanted to hear him say, he preached it to us tonight. *Bonus round* He was completely gracious with the photo/autographs and even made us retake a picture with him cause the first was too blurry. LOVES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literally the best $20 I've ever spent. So grateful for tonight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-2555869709416225798?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2555869709416225798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/hip-hop-appreciation-week-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2555869709416225798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2555869709416225798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/hip-hop-appreciation-week-day-4.html' title='Hip Hop Appreciation Week Day 4'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TAAx87ARvpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tf6h9Ld0UN0/s72-c/KRS-ONE-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-9019731567519135169</id><published>2010-05-18T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:27:19.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop Appreciation Week Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TAA1m3IFhCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/OAQenoonuIQ/s1600/samples_slick_rick_great_adventures_1988_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TAA1m3IFhCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/OAQenoonuIQ/s320/samples_slick_rick_great_adventures_1988_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476436088631690274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slick Rick - The Great Adventures of Slick Rick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Released November 3, 1988&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Treat her Like a Prostitute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The Ruler's Back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Children's Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The Moment I Feared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Let's Get Crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Indian Girl (an Adult Story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Teenage Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Mona Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Kit (What's The Scoop)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Hey You World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Teacher, Teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Lick The  Balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One reason why I love this album was to me, Slick Rick was so Fresh. He was fun, dressed real slick, and he was genuinely his own person. Not "unique" like we'd use the term today but if you put on a dope outfit and an eye patch, everyone KNEW you was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be Slick Rick. I found humor in almost all his music and his ways of telling stories reminded me of myself growin up; writing plays &amp;amp; stories and poems, etc. and finding an alternative way to display them to the world... If there is anyone in Hip Hop that I say I can relate to based on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;, it is hands down, Slick Rick (with a touch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Diddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, of course!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-9019731567519135169?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/9019731567519135169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/hip-hop-appreciation-week-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/9019731567519135169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/9019731567519135169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/hip-hop-appreciation-week-day-3.html' title='Hip Hop Appreciation Week Day 3'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TAA1m3IFhCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/OAQenoonuIQ/s72-c/samples_slick_rick_great_adventures_1988_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-6549614230644618653</id><published>2010-05-17T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:27:19.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love music'/><title type='text'>Hip Hop Appreciation Week Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TAAtkzU2-HI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RBBCAohzJos/s1600/Midnight+Mauraders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TAAtkzU2-HI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RBBCAohzJos/s320/Midnight+Mauraders.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476427257158760562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Mauraders&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Released November 9, 1993&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Midnight Marauders Tour Guide&lt;br /&gt;2. Steve Biko (Stir It Up)&lt;br /&gt;3. Award Tour&lt;br /&gt;4. 8 Million Stories&lt;br /&gt;5. A Tribe Called Quest&lt;br /&gt;6. Midnight&lt;br /&gt;7. We Can Get Down&lt;br /&gt;8. Electric Relaxation&lt;br /&gt;9. Clap Your Hands&lt;br /&gt;10. Oh My God (A Tribe Called Quest song)&lt;br /&gt;11. Keep It Rollin'&lt;br /&gt;12. The Chase, Part II&lt;br /&gt;13. Lyrics to Go&lt;br /&gt;14. God Lives Through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-6549614230644618653?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6549614230644618653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/hip-hop-appreciation-week-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6549614230644618653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6549614230644618653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/hip-hop-appreciation-week-day-2.html' title='Hip Hop Appreciation Week Day 2'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TAAtkzU2-HI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RBBCAohzJos/s72-c/Midnight+Mauraders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-891426710012996074</id><published>2010-05-16T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:33:41.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop Appreciation Week; Day 1</title><content type='html'>It's Hip Hop Appreciation Week. This week, I'll be mentioning a few of my favorite Hip Hop artists and giving you at least 1 of my favorite albums by them. Lesss Gooooo!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: Tupac Shakur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TAAbHCctGyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/QRl_g8KsqV0/s1600/All+Eyez+On+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TAAbHCctGyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/QRl_g8KsqV0/s320/All+Eyez+On+Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476406954612824866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2Pac - All Eyez on Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Released Feb. 13, 1996&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ambitionz Az a Ridah&lt;br /&gt;2. All About U &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;{Nate Dogg, Yaki Kadafi, Kastro, Hussein Fatal}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Skandalouz  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;{Nate Dogg}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Got My Mind Made Up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;{Daz Dillinger, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How Do You Want It &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;{Jodeci}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;{Snoop Dogg}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. No More Pain&lt;br /&gt;8. Heartz of Men&lt;br /&gt;9. Life Goes On&lt;br /&gt;10. Only God Can Judge Me&lt;br /&gt;11. Tradin War Stories &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;{C-BO, Outlawz, Storm}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. California Love [Remix] &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;{Dr. Dre, Roger Troutman}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I Ain't Mad at Cha &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;{Danny Boy}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What'z Ya Phone No.&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;{Danny Boy}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's my intro to Hip Hop:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up on the likes of &lt;i&gt;Prince&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Anita Baker&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; Stevie Wonder&lt;/i&gt;, and all things Gospel. My parent's generation. I wasn't introduced to Hip Hop til I was about 5 or 6, late 80's, early 90's. What initially started my love for Hip Hop was that radio stations during this time would incorporate the music of my parents with this "new" movement. The grooves, the rhymes, the energy, it all appealed to me. Of course the Internet and technology then wasn't like it is now so my main source for discovering Hip Hop was the radio. Up until High School, every chance I had, I created what is now highly publicized as the "mixtape". I'd record the radio for hours on end onto a cassette tape to listen to on my walkman that would get taken away from me 2-3 times in a month's span at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on. In 1996, I fully fell in love with 2Pac.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;All Eyez on Me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;came out and it spoke to me in a way that I had never experienced before. I can't remember where I heard it from but this is the best explanation of 2Pac as an artist that I've ever heard:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"I believe Pac pulled from MLK, Malcolm X. That singing it &amp;amp; meaning it, pouring those words out because it was from the heart..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Or as expressed by Radio Personality, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3ID03GgViw&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Devi Dev&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, in a recent interview:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"The way that he spoke to people, he knew how to invoke every emotion humanly possible in you. Be it greed, anger, generosity, love, hate, empowerment, inspiration or degrading, he knew how to do that. It showed me the power we have as speakers to touch a lot of people's lives..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With his ability to make me feel things I've never felt or experience situations that I never knew existed, 2Pac open my eyes to the world. To something outside of my little Valley Girl bubble. And that is why I listed him first in my Hip Hop Appreciation Week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see you tomorrow for Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-891426710012996074?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/891426710012996074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/hip-hop-appreciation-week-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/891426710012996074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/891426710012996074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/hip-hop-appreciation-week-day-1.html' title='Hip Hop Appreciation Week; Day 1'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/TAAbHCctGyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/QRl_g8KsqV0/s72-c/All+Eyez+On+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-6586180622842561085</id><published>2010-05-11T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:34:39.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOD'/><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had an interesting conversation with one of our patrons at the restaurant yesterday. This is what he had to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;"How do you make my drink so well? I know you're a music fan so let me describe it in a way that you'll understand. For instance, when you prepare my meals/drinks, it's like old school. Like Sam Cook, Otis Redding. The good stuff. The stuff you love &amp;amp; appreciate. But when you're not around and someone else makes the same thing, it's like the Karaoke Cover Band of Otis Redding. You just get it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never felt so flattered in my life. I LOVE my profession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stay blessed folks! God's working on you too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-6586180622842561085?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6586180622842561085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6586180622842561085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6586180622842561085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-8570975255251547010</id><published>2010-05-10T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:04:09.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOD'/><title type='text'>Recipe of the Week</title><content type='html'>In honor of Mother's Day, and the fact that I was broke paying for shit to keep the feds off my back, I made my mom dinner to show her my appreciation. Seriously the best meal I've had in ages.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S-hXO0FjUfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/794vy_4Wsb8/s1600/MothersDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S-hXO0FjUfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/794vy_4Wsb8/s320/MothersDay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469717659453182450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Herb Roasted Chicken breast, Stuffed shells atop a Leek &amp;amp; Carrot Salad. Peas on the side cause my bro is picky &amp;amp; won't eat most things green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Super easy to make, incredibly affordable (I spent less than $50 and it serves 6-8 people). The Chicken was marinated in Ginger, Oregano, &amp;amp; Basil. Shells stuffed with Ricotta &amp;amp; Mozzarella Cheeses with fresh Crab &amp;amp; Shrimp and sprinkled with Parmesan. Leeks blanched &amp;amp; chilled with peeled carrots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm probably gonna need a gym membership to work off this meal but either way, Happy Eating!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-8570975255251547010?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8570975255251547010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/recipe-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8570975255251547010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8570975255251547010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/recipe-of-week.html' title='Recipe of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S-hXO0FjUfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/794vy_4Wsb8/s72-c/MothersDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4759864325217961066</id><published>2010-05-05T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:14:58.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurb</title><content type='html'>As a fantastically single girl, and extremely happy within that right, I must admit; the best part of not having to sleep alone is Hilary Duffinately not having to wake up alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe the second best part.... :)        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Happy Cinco de Mayo puntas!&lt;/div&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4759864325217961066?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4759864325217961066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/blurb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4759864325217961066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4759864325217961066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/05/blurb.html' title='Blurb'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-8370522680607602975</id><published>2010-04-30T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:15:25.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>This may not fully make sense to anyone, this I'm aware of. But I've got to "rant" right quick. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with everyone trying to fix me. And trying to tricking me into believing I need to be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am AMAZING! I'm not your average chick. Even average chicks aren't average... I have a lot of fun &amp;amp; useless talents, way more life experience than most, and I'm insanely great at everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not me trying to preach my confidence [though its a plus cause I'm incredibly full of myself] and its not a recent sense of empowerment. I'm just really happy being me. Unbelievably happy and I'm proud of that. No one in nor around this world has the power to change that besides ME. I refuse to rely on anyone but myself to make me happy. I urks me when people say shit like "I love haters cause they motivate me..." Thanks but no thanks.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; motivate &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; I don't need your bullshit arrogance to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though about 98% of my life is utterly imperfect, I live each day working hard to be better than I was the day before. And I love that about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a life planned for you but only you can make that happen. Do not let anyone try and change that. Do what makes you better, and remember, "Life isn't about finding yourself, its about creating yourself." ~George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers, live YOUR life, and keep God close &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-8370522680607602975?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8370522680607602975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8370522680607602975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8370522680607602975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-852067299605047480</id><published>2010-03-23T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:15:27.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe of the Week</title><content type='html'>Brunch done Better:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6k9agNkJ1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_13OTG6NJhE/s1600-h/Brunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6k9agNkJ1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_13OTG6NJhE/s320/Brunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451956349441419090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Herb Toasted Wheat Bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Egg Whites &amp;amp; 1 Yolk, Over Easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shallots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lettuce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super delicious. The herbs I used were Nutmeg &amp;amp; Oregano (With Garlic, of course) brushed on toasted bread with butter then re-toasted. Eat well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-852067299605047480?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/852067299605047480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/03/recipe-of-week_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/852067299605047480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/852067299605047480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/03/recipe-of-week_23.html' title='Recipe of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6k9agNkJ1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_13OTG6NJhE/s72-c/Brunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-1832095320038837727</id><published>2010-03-11T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:50:01.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOD'/><title type='text'>Recipe of the Week</title><content type='html'>Flax-tada!!! (Flax Seed Tostada) Big Ups to all my Raw Foodists/Vegans :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S5mAHZZx7eI/AAAAAAAAAV0/43jSnHxBusc/s1600-h/Flaxtada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S5mAHZZx7eI/AAAAAAAAAV0/43jSnHxBusc/s320/Flaxtada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447526088847781346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S5mAHv2_IJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/j4bwWElXGt8/s1600-h/Flaxtada2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S5mAHv2_IJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/j4bwWElXGt8/s320/Flaxtada2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447526094875861138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flax Seed "Bread" layered with Walnut Taco Meat and Romaine lettuce. Then with Tomato, Red Onion, &amp;amp; Jalapeno marinated in Olive Oil, Salt, Apple Cider Vinegar, &amp;amp; Tamari, and topped off with a sliver of Avocado. Served with a Scallion Sour Cream (made mostly of Cashews &amp;amp; Iris Moss) on the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know it's not a complete recipe, but its yummy &amp;amp; I'm happy to share it. Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-1832095320038837727?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1832095320038837727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/03/recipe-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1832095320038837727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1832095320038837727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/03/recipe-of-week.html' title='Recipe of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S5mAHZZx7eI/AAAAAAAAAV0/43jSnHxBusc/s72-c/Flaxtada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-2985227634002136654</id><published>2010-02-28T01:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:53:49.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOD'/><title type='text'>Recipe of the Week</title><content type='html'>I'm proud of this one. Actually had a hand in creating this success in the Raw Food/Vegan World. Yeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S4o1kXpm4TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/e6SlvhbEbRQ/s1600-h/IndonesianKelp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S4o1kXpm4TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/e6SlvhbEbRQ/s320/IndonesianKelp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443221998570758450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indonesian Kelp Noodle Bowl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Organic Kelp Noodles&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Chili Sauce (our own recipe)&lt;br /&gt;Bok Choy (Chopped)&lt;br /&gt;Cilantro (Chopped)&lt;br /&gt;Mint (Leaves left whole)&lt;br /&gt;Garnished with Black Sesame Seeds, Strips of Nori, Curled Red Bell Pepper, and again, our own Spicy Paprika Oil drizzle (made of mostly paprika, agave, garlic, and apple cider vinegar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be hungry and enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-2985227634002136654?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2985227634002136654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/02/recipe-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2985227634002136654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2985227634002136654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/02/recipe-of-week.html' title='Recipe of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S4o1kXpm4TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/e6SlvhbEbRQ/s72-c/IndonesianKelp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-3070751287002267221</id><published>2010-02-27T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T01:28:32.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To It</title><content type='html'>Spent waaaayyyy too much time recovering from all the negativity that was 2009.&lt;p&gt;Back on my selfish tip. Its ME time, bitches! Get with it or get stomped :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt; &amp;#x266A; Mya - All About Me &amp;#x266A;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-3070751287002267221?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3070751287002267221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3070751287002267221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3070751287002267221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-it.html' title='Back To It'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-3496312751182080564</id><published>2010-02-24T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T02:03:35.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>When it comes to life, I know for a fact that I&amp;#39;m not living what I was meant to do... Music &amp;amp; Cooking are passions of mine but I was put on this Earth specifically for one aspect...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was meant to teach and/or be a missionary. Since I was in the 2nd grade, I&amp;#39;ve known what God wanted for me. I had this teacher, Mrs. Jones. Big eyes, brown skin, always a fresh perm &amp;amp; a fly outfit to match... She rarely talked about what we &amp;quot;needed&amp;quot;, according to curriculum or what others said, and always talked about what we &amp;quot;should&amp;quot; know, according to the lives we were living. Even then, I was aware of what really is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;More often than not, we are told one thing when life has taught another. Every now and again we realize what&amp;#39;s within us and more so often than not, we move onto the next based on what society makes us think is &amp;quot;real&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My thoughts: Give God all of you. Only then can you see the realness in your life. Whether it be talent, calling, or plan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t think I&amp;#39;ve spent enough time living out my want to be a Chef. And as much as it makes me happy (beyond belief) to make others happy with my food, its not my need; its not my calling.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One day, your kids will come home saying &amp;quot;My favorite teacher ever is Ms. Jasper...&amp;quot; like I did with Mrs. Jones. And chances are, if I gain word about it, I&amp;#39;ll cry like I am now. But to know that that&amp;#39;s where I was meant to be makes life actually REAL to me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the end, that&amp;#39;s all that matters. Live life accordingly :)&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-3496312751182080564?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3496312751182080564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/02/life_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3496312751182080564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3496312751182080564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/02/life_24.html' title='Life'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-6846171166215803216</id><published>2010-02-12T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:13:59.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>My love comes rare, hard, &amp;amp; close. I love like people deserve &amp;amp; mentally, I can&amp;#39;t comprehend those that don&amp;#39;t love as hard as I do. I go in 100% for any and everyone that needs it.&lt;p&gt;The world could be beautiful if we all loved like we&amp;#39;re supposed to.&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-6846171166215803216?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6846171166215803216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6846171166215803216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6846171166215803216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4688053643325755673</id><published>2010-02-02T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:57:11.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Based Magazine</title><content type='html'>I wanna publicly touch on a subject that I promised I would drop a little over a month ago. I've been getting a lot of flack from people, mainly people I don't even know nor want to know, on how things are run down at &lt;a href="http://www.basedmagazine.com/"&gt;BasedMagazine.com&lt;/a&gt;. A couple people who are close to DatBoiBased went a little too far in taking their personal problems and using them through his business to bring him down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I have to say. That's my fam. And if you're gonna throw salt on his name, you're doing the same to me and everyone else on the staff as well as our affiliates. If you have personal problems keep them personal so that when I get to writing in my public blog, I don't have to waste my time trying to be discrete about you &amp;amp; your negative situations. Business is business and if you don't like the way business is being done, ignore it and find someone or something else to rag on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, whats done is done and I plan to leave things be but trust if I'm put into another situation where I have to defend what I believe in, trust, you do not want to see my reaction, I go hard for my people. The End :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4688053643325755673?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4688053643325755673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/02/based-magazine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4688053643325755673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4688053643325755673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/02/based-magazine.html' title='Based Magazine'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-3121571805598034388</id><published>2010-01-31T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:46:48.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Movie Reviews</title><content type='html'>As most of you may know, I'm a music head. I tend to not watch very movies, especially in theaters. I take up 3 seats, lay down, fall asleep and/or talk through the entire thing. I am THAT friend. (If you plan on asking me out on a date, don't suggest a movie, you'll never invite me out again)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am with 2 very late movie reviews: Precious &amp;amp; The Blind Side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S2iqOL2USXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9hp67tQWNLg/s1600-h/Precious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S2iqOL2USXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9hp67tQWNLg/s320/Precious.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433780111098005874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Precious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Golden Globe Award Winning (Best Supporting Actress  went to Mo'Nique). It's up for 6, count 'em, 6 Oscars; Best Film, Best Actress, Best Supporting actress, Best Editing, Best Writing Based on Material Previously Produced or Published &amp;amp; Best Directing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly this film is not going unnoticed by the Academy and has gotten a lot of buzz and great reviews from the popular crowd. Unfortunately, I'm not apart of either. In my opinion, the movie wasn't very special. Yes, it was different &amp;amp; heart-wrenching, &amp;amp; I'm glad that I'm not in Precious' situation and it does make me grateful for what I have but that's about it. I feel like the nature of the film was overplayed. I didn't read the book but I'm pretty sure there was a lot less cursing &amp;amp; a lot more "real-life" content than the movie brought to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also didn't think Mo'Nique's performance was exceptional by any means. When discussing it with a friend, he used the word "Brilliant" to describe her performance. "That last scene made you feel sorry for her even though she was a monster but she wasn't actually a monster, she was just sick. She's got the nominations to prove it". Sorry but I disagree. Yes she did play her part well but I want greatness. I want you to blow me off my feet &amp;amp; do something that no one else can do before I give you an award above all the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had this movie come out 3-5 years ago, I don't think it would have done as well. Like music, the caliber of films out right now are not as great as they've been in the past. I'm tired of entertainment being made just to draw people in. I didn't see Avatar (that'll be on the next review) but I feel like James Cameron made it with the intention of showing his vision/point of view regardless of the outcome, unlike Precious where I feel like it was put out to push the book, show a story, and apply to the masses. Everyone is drawn to a sad story, it's like singing a Gospel song in your American Idol audition; how do you publicly deny faith &amp;amp; religion??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, if you haven't seen this film, I won't reccommend it but go check it out if you feel the need and chances are, you'll disagree with me but, c'est la vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S2iqOgLSeOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BzaZHQj1FMQ/s1600-h/The+Blind+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S2iqOgLSeOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BzaZHQj1FMQ/s320/The+Blind+side.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433780116554676450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, I have to say that I'm a sucker for true stories. Chances are, I'll like any movie based on a true story. I'm a realist, I like reality. But regardless of my personal feelings, we're talking opinions here. I liked this film. It felt real &amp;amp; genuine. Won a Golden Globe (Best Actress by Sandra Bullock) which I felt was well deserved yet not well earned. Not super exceptional about her performance but she is one of my top favorite actresses and she did do a really good job. Maybe I expect too much from high paid actors but, don't try to impress me doing something that I can do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, it's up for Best Motion Picture &amp;amp; Best Actress by the Academy (Oscars) and I hope Sandra wins it again because the category is VERY forgiving this year. Either she or Meryl Streep is gonna take it, point blank. However, I will say this, if anyone deserves an award for this movie, it's Jae Head, the kid that plays S.J. It cracks me up when kids can act cause that's a true gift &amp;amp; talent in children should NEVER go unnoticed. Also, Tim McGraw surprised me. I'm a huge Country Music fan and he can actually act so yay! for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. The movie is about an inner city kid, Michael Oher, that gets into a private school &amp;amp; changes the lives of a family that takes him in &amp;amp; helps change his life. True rags to "riches" story, yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny in a  lot of parts, heart warming in plenty of others. Good directing, and the fact that so many NCAA Football coaches took the time out to be in the movies makes you realize how true the film is to it's original story. In the end, I really like this film and if you haven't seen it, check it out for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Sunday folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-3121571805598034388?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3121571805598034388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-morning-movie-reviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3121571805598034388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3121571805598034388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-morning-movie-reviews.html' title='Sunday Morning Movie Reviews'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S2iqOL2USXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9hp67tQWNLg/s72-c/Precious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-5604086833205878032</id><published>2010-01-24T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:47:08.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tad late</title><content type='html'>Some uber late BDay pics.... Forgive me for we was crunk :)&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6P7xzyXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/cdjlUso16XA/s1600-h/BDay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6P7xzyXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/cdjlUso16XA/s320/BDay1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430420033609386354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Mikala D, my cuzzo from the Mexican side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6PkkFX9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/dlHddgljpnQ/s1600-h/BDay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6PkkFX9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/dlHddgljpnQ/s320/BDay2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430420027377803218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6Pck97kI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bKBvzJ21BJs/s1600-h/BDay4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6Pck97kI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bKBvzJ21BJs/s320/BDay4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430420025234026050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6PKqm3mI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Pmub_nppxr8/s1600-h/BDay5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6GRZ87xI/AAAAAAAAAT8/b2NdtWX3iNE/s1600-h/BDay9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6GRZ87xI/AAAAAAAAAT8/b2NdtWX3iNE/s320/BDay9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430419867616210706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6HANvmDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ix3jV5cVYQw/s1600-h/BDay6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6HANvmDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ix3jV5cVYQw/s320/BDay6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430419880181471282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6G5eMzuI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eOI21A4Qwa8/s1600-h/BDay7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6G5eMzuI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eOI21A4Qwa8/s1600-h/BDay7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6G5eMzuI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eOI21A4Qwa8/s320/BDay7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430419878371446498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sheila E, Janet B, Mikala D. CCP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(My G Scouts por vida)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6PKqm3mI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Pmub_nppxr8/s1600-h/BDay5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6PKqm3mI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Pmub_nppxr8/s320/BDay5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430420020425842274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6GERqdAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fLqDC3zG6i0/s1600-h/BDay10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6GERqdAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fLqDC3zG6i0/s320/BDay10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430419864091784194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6F2BvGqI/AAAAAAAAATs/poM3tsQfCMM/s1600-h/BDay11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6F2BvGqI/AAAAAAAAATs/poM3tsQfCMM/s1600-h/BDay11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6F2BvGqI/AAAAAAAAATs/poM3tsQfCMM/s320/BDay11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430419860266883746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-5604086833205878032?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5604086833205878032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/01/tad-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5604086833205878032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5604086833205878032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/01/tad-late.html' title='A tad late'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S1y6P7xzyXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/cdjlUso16XA/s72-c/BDay1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-1520092383894826999</id><published>2010-01-02T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:54:36.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-Ten</title><content type='html'>First sunset of 2010. It doesn't get much better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sz8lFI4BOLI/AAAAAAAAASc/_8YS7QXkAXo/s1600-h/112010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sz8lFI4BOLI/AAAAAAAAASc/_8YS7QXkAXo/s320/112010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422093246589384882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year bitches!! If you weren't up on your game in '09 (It was a horrid effing year so I understand if you weren't) It's time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GetItIN&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full/Blue Moon, good NYE with good people, great music conversation, and amazing love. I won't say this is "my year" cause I'm not greedy, we all in this. But trust, this Chef is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;takin&lt;/span&gt; OVER in 2010. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yeeee&lt;/span&gt;! "Fuck the rest, I'll see you all in success!" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-1520092383894826999?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1520092383894826999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1520092383894826999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1520092383894826999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-ten.html' title='Oh-Ten'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sz8lFI4BOLI/AAAAAAAAASc/_8YS7QXkAXo/s72-c/112010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4895099993841197362</id><published>2009-12-12T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:16:32.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause It's My Birthday, Bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Holla&lt;/span&gt;!! I've missed you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lovies&lt;/span&gt;! It's my Birthday Season and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; "on top of the world!!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooked a dinner the other night for some friends. Cause whats the point in being a Chef &amp;amp; not throwing dinner parties every so often, right?! Good night, cold food (EVERYONE showed up late, oh well) But my Oven fried chicken &amp;amp; pasta in an alfredo cream sauce with homemade garlic bread &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;asparagus&lt;/span&gt; (everything I make is fresh from scratch) was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bangin&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. It's my Birthday Season. I celebrate for a whole season. Hate on a hot bitch!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize in advance cause I probably won't have any pictures nor alibi's cause I plan on being wasted and getting all my peeps wasted, in some form, as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*side note* the first song I heard today was Notorious BIG - Juicy. CLEARLY, it's gonna be a good fuckin year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess there's not really any point to this blog but, I felt like sharing. It's MY time &amp;amp; Happy Birthday to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meeeee&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4895099993841197362?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4895099993841197362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/12/cause-its-my-birthday-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4895099993841197362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4895099993841197362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/12/cause-its-my-birthday-bitch.html' title='Cause It&apos;s My Birthday, Bitch!'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-2130052641776997862</id><published>2009-11-26T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:08:13.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I'm very excited for this Thanksgiving. Family, food, &amp;amp; chillage; you can't get much better than that. I don't usually do this but I'm gonna go ahead and list some of the things I'm thankful for. 5th grade status.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. God: The man that makes it happen. My best friend, my everything. I literally would not have survived this year (and, of course, all the rest) without his guidancem love, &amp;amp; strength. It's been a very trying year and I'm glad I have the Lord in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Family &amp;amp; Friends that are all Family to me: When all else fails, they're there for me. Maybe not always the way I need and usually not the way I want but in the end, they're the ones I can rely on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Life: I literally wake up every morning, pick up my Bible, &amp;amp; give thanks for another day here on this Earth. Nothing in this life is promised and the only constant thing is change &amp;amp; death. Lord willing, I'll be dodging the latter for a VERY long time ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Music: That state of music has downgraded  dramatically within the last decade, in the popular sense. I recently lost my iPod to old age and have realized how much my most static source for music (radio) is failing. It's time for change and I feel it coming. I feel like the people are ready to stand up for the good and get rid of what's not working. More and more, people are demanding quality in quantity &amp;amp; I'm beyond thankful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Food: As some of you may know, I'm a Chef. And I'm damn proud of the work that it took to get me there. The only good that came out of this year was my professional certification. So much hard work &amp;amp; passion. It's what I love to do and it makes me soooo happy that I can make others happy with my food. I get customers, hungry friends, family, etc. telling me daily how much it meant to them that the food I prepared was good/made them happy/the best they've ever had &amp;amp; I feel blessed everytime I'm remembered of the opportunity to do that for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Love: I'm really effing lucky to be so incredibly loved by family, friends, strangers, etc. Everyday, someone reminds me how much they love me. Sounds selfish but it keeps me going, keeps my compassion &amp;amp; care in check; keeps me ME. When it comes to love, I go hard; I'm all in for any and everyone that's open to it. I believe the world should revolve around music, faith, food, &amp;amp; love and I plan on being that change the world needs to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all have a fantastic Thanksgiving and I pray that the most comes of it. When you think you have nothing to be thankful for, remember that I appreciate every single one of you that reads this blog/my life. Maybe I can be the one to give you some insight on how much YOU make a difference in my/the world and hopefully you're thankful for that. Love &amp;amp; Prayer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Thanksgiving Day update*:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad Blackberry flick but my food was GOOOOOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SzsJdPdRQPI/AAAAAAAAASU/qFqneelEj2U/s1600-h/ThanksgivingDinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SzsJdPdRQPI/AAAAAAAAASU/qFqneelEj2U/s320/ThanksgivingDinner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420936974440677618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-2130052641776997862?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2130052641776997862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2130052641776997862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2130052641776997862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SzsJdPdRQPI/AAAAAAAAASU/qFqneelEj2U/s72-c/ThanksgivingDinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-43003292008771168</id><published>2009-11-24T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:49:29.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SwxMau5D1hI/AAAAAAAAASA/ctZBumtdXv4/s1600/Aaliyah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SwxMau5D1hI/AAAAAAAAASA/ctZBumtdXv4/s320/Aaliyah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407781274712790546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaliyah - Aaliyah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Released: July 17, 2001&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. We Need A Resolution ft. Timbaland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Loose Rap ft. Static&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Rock The Boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. More Than a Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Never No More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. I Care 4 U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. Extra Smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8. Read Between The Lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. U Got Nerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. I Refuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11. It's Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12. I Can Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13. Those Were The Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;14. What If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everyone knows that I'm a HUGE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Aaliyah&lt;/span&gt; fan. I don't want to review this album cause I'm biased; everything she did amazed me and this was the bittersweet icing on the cake. I will say that if you don't think this was her best work to date (Musically speaking because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Queen of the Damned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is my shiiiizzzz) then you clearly have not debated with me in person, BRING IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So since I'm robbing you of a review, I'll leave you with a "quote" by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Aaliyah&lt;/span&gt;, it's absolutely one of my favorites. Yeee! and Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's dark in my favorite dream. Someone is following me. I don't know why. I'm scared. Then suddenly I lift off. Far away. How do I feel? As if I'm swimming in the air. Free. Weightless. Nobody can reach me. Nobody can touch me. It's a wonderful feeling."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-43003292008771168?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/43003292008771168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/11/album-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/43003292008771168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/43003292008771168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/11/album-of-week.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SwxMau5D1hI/AAAAAAAAASA/ctZBumtdXv4/s72-c/Aaliyah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-6354908894542195459</id><published>2009-11-16T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:52:08.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word on the Street</title><content type='html'>Word on the Street is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Sade&lt;/span&gt; (Yes, I said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Sade&lt;/span&gt;!) is coming out with a new album. The released date is supposed to be early February (sources say Feb 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; but I don't wanna give wrong info to you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lovies&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no idea how much I've been waiting on this. My mom is already planning on attending the concert, I told her about it like 2 minutes ago. Jahaha LOVES my mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, be on the lookout for the new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Sade&lt;/span&gt; "Soldier of Love" early next year. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt; excited for this one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SwxUqh0W24I/AAAAAAAAASI/RFzxfw9txLw/s1600/Sade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SwxUqh0W24I/AAAAAAAAASI/RFzxfw9txLw/s320/Sade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407790342174333826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-6354908894542195459?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6354908894542195459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-on-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6354908894542195459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6354908894542195459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-on-street.html' title='Word on the Street'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SwxUqh0W24I/AAAAAAAAASI/RFzxfw9txLw/s72-c/Sade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-1909538093278295967</id><published>2009-11-12T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:14:39.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvxtGvV5-WI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zrYZcYxF4GE/s1600-h/808s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvxtGvV5-WI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zrYZcYxF4GE/s320/808s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403313615492741474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kanye West - 808s and Heartbreak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Released November 24th, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Say you Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Welcome to Heartbreak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Heartless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Love Lockdown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Paranoid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7.  Robocop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. Street Lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. Bad News&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. See You in My Nightmares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;11. Coldest Winter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12. Pinocchio Story (Freestlye Live from Singapore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't have much time to review this for you, my work schedule is off the charts. 3 jobs &amp;amp; no sleep plus I'm up constantly working on &lt;a href="http://www.basedmagazine.com/"&gt;www.BasedMagazine.com&lt;/a&gt; (holla at yo "web designer". Jaha!) makes for a very busy Janet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, if you've slept on this album, it's been out almost a year so, go have at it. One of the better "Hip-Hop" albums of '08. *KWest shrug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-1909538093278295967?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1909538093278295967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/11/album.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1909538093278295967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1909538093278295967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/11/album.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvxtGvV5-WI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zrYZcYxF4GE/s72-c/808s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-2124456426601812164</id><published>2009-11-03T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:41:33.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessie Payo</title><content type='html'>It's weird when music &amp;amp; people find you and/or you find it but it's such a lovely thing. I was first introduced to this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Jessie Payo&lt;/span&gt; lady when I "borrowed" a movie from my job (I work for a HUGE company who's image is widely publicised by a mouse). She did a song on the soundtrack and for such a lackluster movie, I was impressed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward a few years later when I realized &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Miss Payo&lt;/span&gt; was on my iPod one day. Don't know how she got there and it's only one song but she's there. PS: I love finding things on my iPod that I had no idea was there to begin with. Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been meaning to attend her shows for quite a while now but never actually had the means to go til this past Monday. Let's just say; Ah-MAZING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This girl can sing her ass off live. She's absolutely gorgeous, and if she doesn't have the most talented "local" band behind her, I don't know how to respond to that. Anyone who knows me knows that i will drop my Freddy's within seconds for a woodwind. So add a sax and a trumpet to raw &amp;amp; sultry melodies and slick grooves and I'm all over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the better part of the evening blowing smoke up her ass and being obsessed with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Jessie Payo&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; her band but I will say this; if you haven't heard her sing, go to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jessiepayomusic"&gt;Myspace.com/JessiePayoMusic &lt;/a&gt;and check her out. Then buy her songs. Then go see her live. Such a talented artist. Not to mention that her other group &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/JupiterRising"&gt;Jupiter Rising&lt;/a&gt; makes me feel like they are the type of music I've been waiting for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a couple crappy crackberry flicks to add on (my digi cam is broke, so unprofessional of me). Enjoy and besos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOxl0cFjVI/AAAAAAAAARo/SfgDULMnC9M/s1600-h/IMG00607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOxl0cFjVI/AAAAAAAAARo/SfgDULMnC9M/s320/IMG00607.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400855641437080914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOxlR_-syI/AAAAAAAAARg/byjzr6_rUK0/s1600-h/IMG00605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOxlR_-syI/AAAAAAAAARg/byjzr6_rUK0/s320/IMG00605.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400855632192385826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOxlW_L5_I/AAAAAAAAARY/KJa5riuUfrU/s1600-h/IMG00603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOxlW_L5_I/AAAAAAAAARY/KJa5riuUfrU/s320/IMG00603.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400855633531234290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOxlJzsFLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/jH83ofIax00/s1600-h/IMG00602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOxlJzsFLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/jH83ofIax00/s320/IMG00602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400855629993350322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOxkxdLNhI/AAAAAAAAARI/bpzSN823E0g/s1600-h/IMG00601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOxkxdLNhI/AAAAAAAAARI/bpzSN823E0g/s320/IMG00601.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400855623456470546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOyNgJpTgI/AAAAAAAAARw/Fog_g4kjTN8/s1600-h/IMG00608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOyNgJpTgI/AAAAAAAAARw/Fog_g4kjTN8/s320/IMG00608.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400856323185790466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-2124456426601812164?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2124456426601812164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/11/jessie-payo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2124456426601812164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2124456426601812164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/11/jessie-payo.html' title='Jessie Payo'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOxl0cFjVI/AAAAAAAAARo/SfgDULMnC9M/s72-c/IMG00607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-7615364833169496139</id><published>2009-10-28T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:33:39.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOqgb6UxaI/AAAAAAAAARA/PDXuTATOrQw/s1600-h/ThiIsIt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOqgb6UxaI/AAAAAAAAARA/PDXuTATOrQw/s320/ThiIsIt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400847852372280738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Jackson - This Is It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Released October 28, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Directed by: Kenny Ortega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to try and keep it short &amp;amp; sweet. If you are a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; fan, watch this film. If you're not as much of a fan but still have some form of appreciation for him as an entertainer, watch this film. If you're not into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; at all but have the time &amp;amp; consideration to see deeper into the heart of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; this musical production, watch this film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With footage of the rehearsals and production behind what would have been his amazing "comeback" tour, &lt;b&gt;This Is It&lt;/b&gt; brings us just that much closer into the life of a man that so many adored but never got the chance to really SEE. Anyone who knows me knows that I am, yes 'am', a HUGE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; fan. He is my Idol in many forms, from being an entertainer to a brother/father/son to a Humanitarian all the way to just an all around genuinely caring individual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Never would I have had the opportunity to see how much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt; and I truly "share the same soul". I don't want to make this too personal but I will say this, as I sit here with tears welling up in my eyes, I hope that one day very soon, I can be just an ounce of the fascinating person that was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Michael Joesph Jackson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Extraordinary documentary. You get the opportunity to see how hands on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;MJJ&lt;/span&gt; was in his music, his humor and love. You also get to see the incredibly talented people that would have undoubtedly shined on this tour. Thanks to this film, I am now a follower of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Orianthi Panagaris&lt;/span&gt;. One of the best guitarists I've seen in a VERY long time. On top of the fact that this girl is gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not only is this a documentary of the tour that was meant to be but you also get to see a side of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; that most were not aware of. So loving and caring and precise and hilarious. I'd have to say, my favorite part of the entire film was seeing how inspired his dancers &amp;amp; singers were to be around him as well as their reactions to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Michael's&lt;/span&gt; insanities "Don't start without my que. I was sizzling, you gotta let me sizzle". Heartwarming to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OH! And the wardrobe. Don't give me the opportunity to go raid &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Mike's&lt;/span&gt; closet. Some of his jackets are BANANAS (R.Zoe status). Silver jacket, red pants &amp;amp; electric blue shirt. Hate on a hot man. And if you are not running out to pick up some Ed Hardy PJ pants right now, you're wrong... I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please go check it out for yourself, if not for the personal enjoyment, but to support &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt; and this tour and the time &amp;amp; effort it took to birth this production that unfortunately never got to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God Bless and "I Love you All"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: "Just let it simmer" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-7615364833169496139?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7615364833169496139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7615364833169496139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7615364833169496139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SvOqgb6UxaI/AAAAAAAAARA/PDXuTATOrQw/s72-c/ThiIsIt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-8758502882015909161</id><published>2009-10-18T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:31:50.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Stud8D8EfxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/m1qsgAO1M9o/s1600-h/Thelonious%2BMonk%2B%2B-%2BSolo%2BMonk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394078633881272082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Stud8D8EfxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/m1qsgAO1M9o/s320/Thelonious%2BMonk%2B%2B-%2BSolo%2BMonk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thelonious Monk - Solo Monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Released: March, 1965&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dinah&lt;br /&gt;2. I Surrender, Dear&lt;br /&gt;3. Sweet And Lovely&lt;br /&gt;4. North Of The Sunset&lt;br /&gt;5. Ruby, My Dear"&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm) Confessin' (That I Love You)&lt;br /&gt;7. I Hadn't Anyone Till You&lt;br /&gt;8. Everything Happens to Me&lt;br /&gt;9. Monk's Point&lt;br /&gt;10.I Should Care&lt;br /&gt;11. Ask Me Now&lt;br /&gt;12. These Foolish Things (Remind Me of You)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-8758502882015909161?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8758502882015909161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/10/album-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8758502882015909161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8758502882015909161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/10/album-of-week.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Stud8D8EfxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/m1qsgAO1M9o/s72-c/Thelonious%2BMonk%2B%2B-%2BSolo%2BMonk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4073283040488929284</id><published>2009-10-04T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:46:53.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>After picking up my brother this morning then realizing we had absolutely nothing to do, we ended up going on a mini hike up in the Bronson Park/Caves/My former job &amp;amp; home. There was a movie being filmed so it wasn't as "scenic" as I'd have liked it to be but this turned out to be the best day I've had in a REALLY long time. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SsmKNP2msII/AAAAAAAAAOY/GKKE0bPjGnM/s1600-h/Hike1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SsmKNP2msII/AAAAAAAAAOY/GKKE0bPjGnM/s320/Hike1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388990389324001410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SsmKNnlivKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zlDoMt4JvJc/s1600-h/Hike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SsmKNnlivKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zlDoMt4JvJc/s320/Hike2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388990395694890146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SsmKOZC_NAI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WEP9AVPH53k/s1600-h/Hike3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SsmjF3wKOaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/cBltgqInt7I/s320/Hike17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389017750386129314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SsmixaqpjiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QPXLqnBFh7Y/s1600-h/Hike16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SsmixaqpjiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QPXLqnBFh7Y/s320/Hike16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389017398981004834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Ssmjw79xvnI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7H9mbA8uBXQ/s1600-h/MV.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Ssmjw79xvnI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7H9mbA8uBXQ/s320/MV.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389018490251361906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maroon 5 - Songs About Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Release: June 25, 2002&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Harder To Breathe &lt;br /&gt;2. This Love &lt;br /&gt;3. Shiver &lt;br /&gt;4. She Will Be Loved &lt;br /&gt;5. Tangled &lt;br /&gt;6. The Sun &lt;br /&gt;7. Must Get Out &lt;br /&gt;8. Sunday Morning &lt;br /&gt;9. Secret &lt;br /&gt;10. Through With You &lt;br /&gt;11. Not Coming Home &lt;br /&gt;12. Sweetest Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4073283040488929284?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4073283040488929284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sunday-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4073283040488929284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4073283040488929284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sunday-morning.html' title='My Sunday Morning'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SsmKNP2msII/AAAAAAAAAOY/GKKE0bPjGnM/s72-c/Hike1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-836729275789612818</id><published>2009-09-30T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:37:38.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't usally do this...</title><content type='html'>But this story that was passed over to me from an old friend of mine, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000064893371"&gt;Amber &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Atevalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, really touched me and since this is MY blog, I'm going to share it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a&lt;br /&gt;ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Belker&lt;/span&gt;. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Belker&lt;/span&gt;, and they were hoping for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I examined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Belker&lt;/span&gt; and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Belker&lt;/span&gt;, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Belker's&lt;/span&gt; family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm,&lt;br /&gt;petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he&lt;br /&gt;understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Belker &lt;/span&gt;slipped peacefully away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy seemed to accept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Belker's&lt;/span&gt; transition without&lt;br /&gt;any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while&lt;br /&gt;after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Belker's&lt;/span&gt; Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact&lt;br /&gt;that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'People are born so that they can learn how to&lt;br /&gt;live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and&lt;br /&gt;being nice, right?' The Six-year-old continued, 'Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live simply.&lt;br /&gt;Love generously.&lt;br /&gt;Care deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Speak kindly.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cheers &amp;amp; Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-836729275789612818?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/836729275789612818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-usally-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/836729275789612818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/836729275789612818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-usally-do-this.html' title='I don&apos;t usally do this...'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-6044983847567292696</id><published>2009-09-28T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:24:14.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking It Back</title><content type='html'>Something I did a lot this summer was sitting/swimming at midnight. I'm not the type to know how to relax so I've been teaching myself to do the things that calm me more often. However, the beach is far, gas prices are high thus, I resorted to my second favorite peaceful activity; the pool area at night.&lt;p&gt;I'm sitting out here now, Bacardi at hand, Shakespeare on my phone's browser, admiring how fearless my cat is while climbing palm trees. Tranquility, its a nice feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't help but think of all the memories I have of this place. This pool, this apartment. I've literally spent my entire life here. So much of my childhood occurred right here in this pool area. So many conversations with my Noble St crew. Our mischievous ways. This is the place where I first got drunk, learned about sex, drugs, &amp;amp; fighting. This is also where I met my "soul mate" (in a friendship sense: we are the same person til this day).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the place I was at the night Aaliyah passed away. I remember coming home and all of us sat in silence here in this pool area. I cried. It was sad... But this is also where Cassie, Cuz-in, &amp;amp; I would just sit for hours doing nothing but reading each others minds. Where Julia, &amp;amp; Keri would talk about love &amp;amp; marriage while Martin, Travis &amp;amp; Isa argued sports and Madden. Where the boys &amp;amp; Jennifer did all their drugs and the rest of us cared for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its bittersweet you know... Here I am, alone in the dark &amp;amp; enjoying it. Every single one of my childhood friends is generally in the happiest times of our lives and that's good. But I keep thinking about Butter and Nomoto, 2 of the people that helped define this place to be such a significant chapter in my life. I keep wondering had they not both died from drug overdose, where would they be now? Would they remember all the times we fought at this place, would they still care for all of us the way they did then? Would we still be laughing and joking together now as well as in the future?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate to think things like this because I keep wishing I could have saved them. I wish I had the chance to tell them how much impact they had on me. But I can't. And thus, I sit here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thank them for reasons beyond people's normal imaginations. I respected them for always being true to themselves, even when the bad turned them away from themselves. And I love, not just because of them, but because they as well as the rest of my old friends taught me so much that has made me into the amazing being that I am today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that, is why I'm happy. Cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-6044983847567292696?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6044983847567292696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/09/taking-it-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6044983847567292696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6044983847567292696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/09/taking-it-back.html' title='Taking It Back'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-5797992724601743723</id><published>2009-09-15T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:57:22.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted him to beat this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sq9kiYQSXYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/kqLnY5eYvdo/s1600-h/patrick_swayze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sq9kiYQSXYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/kqLnY5eYvdo/s320/patrick_swayze.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381630621520125314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Patrick Swayze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 18, 1952 - Sept 14, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Celebrate life. Love one another. Fight as hard as you can. Never give up on yourself. Give all the glory to God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And always remember.... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vciEDI3dD8I"&gt;Nobody Puts baby In the Corner&lt;/a&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-5797992724601743723?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5797992724601743723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanted-him-to-beat-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5797992724601743723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5797992724601743723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanted-him-to-beat-this.html' title='I wanted him to beat this....'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sq9kiYQSXYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/kqLnY5eYvdo/s72-c/patrick_swayze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-5122778654308020136</id><published>2009-08-19T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:08:57.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not a new one. It's not a Tuesday. This goes with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; because I don't feel it's necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SoxS6ubjUhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uH0SDQyjcco/s320/Baduizm.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371759624395641362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Erykah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Badu&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baduizm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Released February 11, 1997&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rimshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. On &amp;amp; On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Apple Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Otherside&lt;/span&gt; of the Game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. Afro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. Certainly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. 4 Leaf Clover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. No Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;11. Drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12. Sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;13. Certainly (Flipped)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;14. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rimshot&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Outro&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-5122778654308020136?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5122778654308020136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/08/album-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5122778654308020136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5122778654308020136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/08/album-of-week.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SoxS6ubjUhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uH0SDQyjcco/s72-c/Baduizm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-8365488410633285192</id><published>2009-08-10T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:27:15.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been laggin on the blogs; the personal and music. The fact being, I don't know if anything in my life as well as in music is worth contemplating since &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Michael Jackson's&lt;/span&gt; passing. I don't know when I'll learn to accept it and I doubt that I'll get over it but just so you know, that's where I've been these past few weeks... (And to mention my past blog, only &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/midnightview"&gt;Cuz-in&lt;/a&gt; could bring me out of that funk. Supernatural and depressing all in one, I say)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ever just hit that point in your life where everything just makes sense? You realize all the good and bad that you went through was for a reason and though it may not have fully panned out yet, you understand where life is going and where it's taking you...? I think I just hit that point maybe 5 minutes ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've mentioned before, I know my place in this world. And I work damn hard to make sure I get me there. But that doesn't mean that I've fully understood what my life is currently entailing and everything that is going on around me. Let me try to give a little back story without having to expose myself in a way that I'm not ready for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am, beyond belief, a people pleaser. Everything I do and most of who I am is mainly for the benefit of others. It's my nature, it's the only way I know, it's what makes me happiest. Up until a couple months ago, I constantly gave myself completely to people; if someone needed something, I was there. If there was something that I could do I did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not one to ask for help ever and if I know I can make it work on my own, I'm not going to involve you. And if I do ask for help, it's because I'm seriously at my breaking point, the last straw, I have no other options... That's just how I am. However, shit was getting ridiculous. Dudes treating me like shit just cause they thought they could. "Friends" flaking, family taking non-stop. It got a little too out of control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part is I keep allowing it to happen. Because when someone else is happy, I'm happy 100%. If I can give someone $20 because it's going to feed them for a day, I'm happy. If some guy wants to go out with me just so they're not alone, I'd do it because I'd hate for them to end up alone and miserable knowing I could have done something to change that, even for just a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the point I'm trying to make is I'm over people's bullshit. I've never wanted/expected anything from anyone, get that in your mind first and foremost. 96% of the time, I don't need you, but I'm going to make you feel as important as I can because in my mind, everyone deserves at least that much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point blank, my epiphany was this: In the end, everything needs to be let go and learned from. In the end, there's only One that will be there for you, whether you expect it or not. trust, He'll be there.... For now, I'm about to put some shit out there that don't need to be displayed publicly but whatever, I'm on one right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck everyone that always told me I'd never amount to anything worthwhile just because I wasn't trying to be "the next big thing" or something incredibly special to the world. I know my goals and I know they're a lot bigger than all the fake ass rappers/models/producers/managers, etc. that are around me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck all the dudes that have ever thought of me as just some other chick in their line of hoes trying to get some type of attention or whatever those bitches do. Chances are, I told you I had feelings for you, I told you I wanted you, I probably mentioned you were "the fuckin best" but trust, none of that shit was real. Check the facts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck every person that's ever used me for some bullshit knowing I'd be there for them because I'm actually a good person but never considering me in return. Fuck them for being not-so-good people. You can continue to be a jerk if you want to but trust, when all is said and done, I'm going to be the one that ends up looking like the "good guy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, to those 2 dudes: the ones I never really fucked with, never had any intentions on pursuing anything with but I believed in so much (and still do)... Fuck you for not realizing what great of an asset I am. Not to knock your hussle or anything because in my eyes, you're going to be "it", with or without me. However, treating people like shit, ignoring them, being cruel, and just overall an asshole, is not the way to go. Which is why neither of you have really gotten anywhere so far. And as soon as you realize that, all will be well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to add that if you read throughout this entire "Fuck the free World; this is 818" rant, I have some music to add with it. The album that inspired this Epiphany. My Idol in every shape and form. The one reason why I still believe in life and humanity. If you don't have this album, you should kick your own face so I don't have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sn_lnf0f2YI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_Hl2NkxIipo/s1600-h/Michaeljacksondangerous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sn_lnf0f2YI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_Hl2NkxIipo/s320/Michaeljacksondangerous.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368261747568269698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Michael Jackson - Dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Released November 26, 1991&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jam&lt;br /&gt;2. Why You Wanna Trip On Me&lt;br /&gt;3. In the Closet&lt;br /&gt;4. She Drives Me Wild&lt;br /&gt;5. Remember The Time&lt;br /&gt;6. Can't Let Her Get Away&lt;br /&gt;7. Heal the World&lt;br /&gt;8. Black Or White&lt;br /&gt;9. Who Is It&lt;br /&gt;10. Give In To Me&lt;br /&gt;11. Will You Be There&lt;br /&gt;12. Keep The Faith&lt;br /&gt;13. Gone Too Soon&lt;br /&gt;14. Dangerous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH a good album. So many classics. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Teddy Riley&lt;/span&gt; is all over this bitch... and of course I'm the one saying 'Congrats' to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Riley&lt;/span&gt; instead of 'Good Job'. (Cause damn, that guy got to work with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;muthafuckin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;JACKSON&lt;/span&gt;!) Yeah. I'm done for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-8365488410633285192?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8365488410633285192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/08/epiphany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8365488410633285192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8365488410633285192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/08/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sn_lnf0f2YI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_Hl2NkxIipo/s72-c/Michaeljacksondangerous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4518470366888966601</id><published>2009-07-13T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:02:02.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strictly Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know those minutes, between awake and sleep, when you're so content that nothing else matters? Almost like a dream; your heart is happy, your mind is at ease, and your soul is ready for whats to come. And even though you risk the chance of waking up and ruining it or falling asleep and forgetting it within seconds, there's nothing but those few moments that exist... That's what this past hour of my life has been. It's a good feeling....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SlwQ1lCO_lI/AAAAAAAAALA/YESLPakGySQ/s320/BC.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358176169324641874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4518470366888966601?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4518470366888966601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/07/strictly-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4518470366888966601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4518470366888966601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/07/strictly-business.html' title='Strictly Business'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SlwQ1lCO_lI/AAAAAAAAALA/YESLPakGySQ/s72-c/BC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-328752723519399224</id><published>2009-06-26T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:44:00.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The loss of a dream</title><content type='html'>I'm about to get incredibly real on you people right now. Bare with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was about 6 years old, I've had the same dream; I was going to record a song with Prince, Janet Jackson, and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in music, singing my whole life in the choir, having my dad be one of the BIGGEST in Gospel music, I thought my life was paved in this path. However, today was a really hard day for me. With the passing of &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;, I found myself asking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;multiple&lt;/span&gt; times, "What am I going to do with myself??". Its a hard concept to grasp, for someone other than myself, as to why I'm taking this so hard but this was something that I looked forward to; something I dreamed and hoped would actually come true. If anything, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; was THE ONE that made me believe anything was possible if you worked hard enough for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy worked and trained, and was practically "bred" for this industry. Hands down, there is no one greater. Dancing, performing, creating, improving. There are a lot of great people in the world but here's how I look at it: out of all the greats that have ever lived, how many people responded to them like they did &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;?? I mean, there are starving children in Africa; with no food, no television, clothes, or radio. But a GRIP of them know who &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; is. That's a true artist, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt; Human Being, and Humanitarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who truly knows me know how much my heart goes out to the children of the world; fortunate or not. I don't know what it is but I know what I was put on this Earth for. I've known this since I was 6, about the same time I realized just how great&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MJJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was/is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was put on this Earth to be some form of connection between children and the world. A Missionary, a Teacher. Someone to help them strive for the best and to show them how amazing they really are. Through whatever format comes about, that's what I need to be doing and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; nothing that it going to hold me back from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my Prince and Janet Jackson dream will still come true (I've kinda even molded my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mind state&lt;/span&gt; and life in the image of Janet. I love her and she amazes me). We'll see how that goes because music is not my sole forte but it is something I've always dreamed. I plan to continue to work hard to make this happen and if it doesn't, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Michael's&lt;/span&gt; passing has made me realize that maybe it just wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and cheers and prayers and blessings to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Skbl1J36CuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PO7f_fMgA0g/s1600-h/MJJ2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352217908522650338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Skbl1J36CuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PO7f_fMgA0g/s320/MJJ2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-328752723519399224?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/328752723519399224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/loss-of-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/328752723519399224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/328752723519399224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/loss-of-dream.html' title='The loss of a dream'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Skbl1J36CuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PO7f_fMgA0g/s72-c/MJJ2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4178598639545914895</id><published>2009-06-09T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:42:33.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>So, as some of you may know, at least once a week, I like to wake up uber early and run on the beach before/during sunrise. This was the album I rocked it out to while I was there this morning. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Si64urqL34I/AAAAAAAAAKo/zoa9UIWjEFw/s1600-h/EWF2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345412919868514178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Si64urqL34I/AAAAAAAAAKo/zoa9UIWjEFw/s320/EWF2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Earth Wind &amp;amp; Fire - That's the Way of the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Released March 15, 1975&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shining Star&lt;br /&gt;2. That's the Way of the World&lt;br /&gt;3. Happy Feelin'&lt;br /&gt;4. All About Love&lt;br /&gt;5. Yearnin', Learnin'&lt;br /&gt;6. Reasons&lt;br /&gt;7. Africano&lt;br /&gt;8. See the Light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Earth Wind &amp;amp; Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is undoubtedly one of the best "bands" of all time. Every member was of the up most, top notch quality. Sometimes I get mad at them cause, 'fuck them, why not me??' Jaha! Til this day you can catch 'Reasons' or 'Shining Star' amongst a host of other top hits of theirs on the radio. This was their first album ever put out, got great reviews from the billboard charts and their music is obviously still around today. AMAZING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't have to tell you all how good they are but I will say this, about 80% of the time, my house would not have been cleaned if I didn't have EW&amp;amp;F's records blaring from my phonograph. They put me in a super good mood. And that's that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4178598639545914895?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4178598639545914895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/album-of-week_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4178598639545914895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4178598639545914895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/album-of-week_09.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Si64urqL34I/AAAAAAAAAKo/zoa9UIWjEFw/s72-c/EWF2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-7701994562272928380</id><published>2009-06-04T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:59:50.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit I'm Rockin Wit This Weekend</title><content type='html'>Super excited for this weekend!! If you're in LA, you should check out these events. Click the pics/links for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fozzyshero"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343567392920464786" style="WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SigqO4BibZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qHk4Ay4tY0Y/s320/FozzyHero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fozzyshero"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343567387096812066" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SigqOiVEiiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ugx-CrnD6ys/s320/Fozzy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fozzyshero"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fozzy's Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I will rep these boys til the end plus 5. Come check them out tomorrow night (Friday) at one of my favorite Valley venues, Webers Place. FH always puts on a show that you'd be stupid to miss. Good ass punk rock from some uber cool guys that def know how to crunk it. I'll be there, you should be there. Don't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iscreamgarbage.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343567399316007826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SigqPP2Wq5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/yiWUaHIDjZk/s320/iSg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iscreamgarbage.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343570521495541698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SigtE-39l8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/3AyyC2T67TQ/s320/iSgSaturday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So, my girl, Zebek, Hoe-ner of the &lt;a href="http://www.iscreamgarbage.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iSCREAMgarbage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; empire, and her Garbage Girls will be at this event. Loves this girl too much. And Flea Market shopping is super fun. If you're into all that, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-7701994562272928380?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7701994562272928380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit-im-rockin-wit-this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7701994562272928380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7701994562272928380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit-im-rockin-wit-this-weekend.html' title='Shit I&apos;m Rockin Wit This Weekend'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SigqO4BibZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qHk4Ay4tY0Y/s72-c/FozzyHero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-1213882086969159237</id><published>2009-06-02T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:09:28.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>It's baaaack. Let's get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SiXwBODp-TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ALLhBz6GCwE/s1600-h/All+Eyez+On+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342940436688927026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SiXwBODp-TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ALLhBz6GCwE/s320/All+Eyez+On+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2Pac - All Eyez On Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Released February 13, 1996&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disk One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Ambitionz Az a Ridah&lt;br /&gt;2. All About U&lt;br /&gt;3. Skandalouz&lt;br /&gt;4. Got My Mind Made Up&lt;br /&gt;5. How Do You Want It&lt;br /&gt;6. 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted&lt;br /&gt;7. No More Pain&lt;br /&gt;8. Heartz of Men&lt;br /&gt;9. Life Goes On&lt;br /&gt;10. Only God Can Judge Me&lt;br /&gt;11. Tradin War Stories&lt;br /&gt;12. California Love [Remix]&lt;br /&gt;13. I Ain't Mad at Cha&lt;br /&gt;14. What'z Ya #&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disk Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Can't C Me&lt;br /&gt;2. Shorty Wanna Be a Thug&lt;br /&gt;3. Holla at Me&lt;br /&gt;4. Wonda Why They Call U&lt;br /&gt;5. When We Ride&lt;br /&gt;6. Thug Passion&lt;br /&gt;7. Picture Me Rollin'&lt;br /&gt;8. Check Out Time&lt;br /&gt;9. Ratha Be Ya Nigga&lt;br /&gt;10. All Eyez on Me&lt;br /&gt;11. Run tha Streetz&lt;br /&gt;12. Ain't Hard 2 Find&lt;br /&gt;13. Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this album of the week to my boy, my Jap... This album reminds me soooo much of him and Dino the Greek. He was the first guy to ever get me drunk. When I was 11,  we went shot for shot on some Raspberry Smirinoff. I won at 13 shots. He taught me how to throw a vicious punch and til this day, I'm still lethal. Nomoto would always have your back no matter what and he could charm anything walking with his smile. I'm grateful to have been given the chance to grow up with such an amazing group of friends. I miss my buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SiYPLI5D70I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GQHJqe17vgE/s1600-h/Jap.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342974691961466690" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SiYPLI5D70I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GQHJqe17vgE/s320/Jap.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;David Takeshi Nomoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.29.1984 - 6.6.2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-1213882086969159237?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1213882086969159237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/album-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1213882086969159237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1213882086969159237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/album-of-week.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SiXwBODp-TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ALLhBz6GCwE/s72-c/All+Eyez+On+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-9088139362349600509</id><published>2009-06-02T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:54:09.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Before I begin, I'd like to clarify that this blog was written a loooong time ago. Kept it private for fear of exposing myself and others more than I should but, whatever. It came to mind today and thus, I'm reposting. And that's that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have dated have all dated them and all been attracted to them but we're not sure where they come from. Til this day, I have no idea but here's my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently befriending this guy. And yes, for now, he seems to be becoming "that guy". Pretends to have interest, maybe gives you the best dick ever but, contrary to what you really sought after, he's just not that into you...This all started with a fake online posting. That's one of the things I do when I'm bored, I post a bunch of shit online just to see who responds. I have a few laughs and nothing more usually comes of it. Til a couple months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shopping on the www and digressed over into posting like 20 ads for a chick looking for love or something along those lines... Got many replies; some funny, some desperate. One hot. So what do I do? I drunkenly reply. According to me, this guy was hot. So we talked; e-mailed almost every minute of every day for a couple weeks until the day we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to now. I'm pretending to have feelings for this guy who seems to have little to no interest in me. He's got a lot of factors that attract me to him but shit doesn't seem to be happening like they normally would. This has never happened to me before. I did things "for him" that he's unaware of; like spend $30 on his drink at his show that, with good reason, he kinda acted like I wasn't at. Or buying new Tangas twice this month when usually, I only do that once a month. He doesn't seem to care to find out whats going on with me (keep in mind, I'm female, this may be all in my head).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal, I have known others in this situation... But, I'm hot. I mean, call it what you like but I'm really hot. Smart, fun, nice rack, good personality. I'm good with people/kids, I'm an amazing cook AND I clean (lol); everyone seems to like me. It's just, for some reason, this guy does not react to me like most men do. Might end up working in my favor cause I'm not really looking for a relationship right now. However, I think females tend to end up with "that guy" because of our actions and expectations. We want too much and expect even more. Fairy Tales aren't real and yet, we're steady trying to create one. It sounds harsh but, in my opinion, we shouldn't think of most guys out there much more than what most of them are; selfish people who still haven't figured out what they want or when they've stumbled across something great. They'll come around but for now, it's not really happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a "feminist" type of girl but on this matter, to every female out there: you're beautiful! You're something to fight for. All women deserve to feel they are important and beautiful and often times, they're told otherwise or not told anything at all. I don't believe that's fair and I know its not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't settle for less than you should and don't think you're not as great as you are. If you play your cards right (meaning you believe you're #1 and let others know that you're #1) you can do and get anything you want. &lt;em&gt;"Trust, I know them 20s real well..."&lt;/em&gt; It's all a matter of finding the one that says, "hey, this chick really is as awesome as she seems". People always say "if you love yourself first, others will love you too". In my opinion, you should allow others to love you and you'll realize how much YOU love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm still in the state of, "we'll see how far this goes..." but we all know that's not going to last long. Trust is important to me and if months later I still don't really know you, I'm not going to trust you... I have someone that loves me and I should let them, but won't for my own personal reasons. I know what I want and eventually, when I start looking, I'll find it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize if this comes off as demeaning to the male gender. Take it as a kick in the ass, if you will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this all made sense. One love, JMB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-9088139362349600509?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/9088139362349600509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/9088139362349600509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/9088139362349600509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-guy.html' title='That Guy'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4137365473531004202</id><published>2009-06-01T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:27:55.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update...?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've been on this thing. Haven't been near a computer in DAYS cause everything has been so effing busy. My apologies to those that care. Moving on.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a very sociable person. Every time I go out anywhere; I hold a conversation with someone I don't know, I make at least 1 new friend, smile at every being walking past me on the street. But I must say, online social networking has taken all that to a whole other level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a rapid amount of time, I'm starting to meet and interact with people that I'd otherwise never have the chance to come across. Mainly on Twitter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; many artist and music and greatness. Quite a few people that I instantly connected with and believe in their craft though we've never met. That excites me. The ability to share yourself with someone you don't really know and to open your world up to a more broad spectrum. The fact that there is new music to be heard and I'm carrying that venue in my back pocket... I just got chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know where this blog came from. Just thought I'd like to share. I love new people. And new music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I leave you with this: I'm teaching myself the art of shame. Here is the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crunk&lt;/span&gt; picture I have ever taken. Me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bestie&lt;/span&gt; on her birthday this past weekend. &lt;strong&gt;Tokyo Delves&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NoHo&lt;/span&gt;. If you ever have the chance to go there, please do. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ridic&lt;/span&gt;! Dancing on chairs, unlimited beer and sake, crazy Sushi Chefs dancing all over the place and hot guys working the door. On top of the fact that the venue looks like your Middle School's Final 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade Dance. So hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SiRxdhh95mI/AAAAAAAAAJg/46VUoK0Oygg/s1600-h/BC.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342519809999234658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SiRxdhh95mI/AAAAAAAAAJg/46VUoK0Oygg/s320/BC.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves this girl. Been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ridin&lt;/span&gt; with me since the day I was born. Literally :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Besitos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4137365473531004202?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4137365473531004202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4137365473531004202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4137365473531004202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update...?'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SiRxdhh95mI/AAAAAAAAAJg/46VUoK0Oygg/s72-c/BC.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-6383890668583625344</id><published>2009-05-24T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:35:20.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little too personal...</title><content type='html'>Random happy thought. Don&amp;#39;t &amp;quot;judge&amp;quot; me in my time of vulnerability:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;The Pursuit of Happiness&amp;#39; is seriously one of my favorite movies right now. Not just cause I love Will and Jayden is amazing (he happens to be one of the BEST kids I know) &amp;#160;but cause I want that type of hope, or whatever you call it, for my children.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t even know these future spawn of mine and I want the best for them. I&amp;#39;m workin beyond hard to get my life together ASAP so I can have those babies and give them more than they deserve.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teaching/being a Missionary is my calling. Motherhood with success is my dream :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cheers&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-6383890668583625344?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6383890668583625344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-too-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6383890668583625344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6383890668583625344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-too-personal.html' title='A little too personal...'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-5631947695344279505</id><published>2009-05-23T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:03:46.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo.</title><content type='html'>Didn't have an album of the week because, I just didn't. Not in a good mood; overall a very bad week for me. I'll get back to my "regular" self ASAP as possible. In the meantime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thersvps.webs.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339204754713106402" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Shiqb6PAV-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ItIj5qLhky8/s320/GTown3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thersvps.webs.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339204570312825986" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ShiqRLSjXII/AAAAAAAAAJI/uOpqY9vvAZo/s320/GTown2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love these people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-5631947695344279505?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5631947695344279505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/sooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5631947695344279505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5631947695344279505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/sooo.html' title='Sooo.'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Shiqb6PAV-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ItIj5qLhky8/s72-c/GTown3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-7140581811012212241</id><published>2009-05-16T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:17:23.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sg9WD9bRWQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_RpoIqk5WuM/s1600-h/Deeper_than_rap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336578709485869314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sg9WD9bRWQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_RpoIqk5WuM/s320/Deeper_than_rap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released April 21, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mafia Music&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maybach&lt;/span&gt; Music 2&lt;br /&gt;3. Magnificent&lt;br /&gt;4. Yacht Club&lt;br /&gt;5. Usual Suspects&lt;br /&gt;6. All I Really Want&lt;br /&gt;7. Rich Off Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;8. Lay Back&lt;br /&gt;9. Murder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gunplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bossy Lady&lt;br /&gt;12. Face&lt;br /&gt;13. Valley Of Death&lt;br /&gt;14. In Cold Blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Insert witty and informative opinion here]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a bad mood. Sorry for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slackin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-7140581811012212241?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7140581811012212241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/album-of-week_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7140581811012212241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7140581811012212241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/album-of-week_16.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sg9WD9bRWQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_RpoIqk5WuM/s72-c/Deeper_than_rap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-7291203376282895121</id><published>2009-05-13T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:17:56.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratification Celebration</title><content type='html'>It feels good to work soooo hard and then FINALLY get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;I needed this. &lt;p&gt;"Caught slippin for a minute. Now I'm back up on my grind..."&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-7291203376282895121?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7291203376282895121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/gratification-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7291203376282895121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7291203376282895121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/gratification-celebration.html' title='Gratification Celebration'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4135892662290082604</id><published>2009-05-11T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:16:39.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Ride</title><content type='html'>In lieu of all these recent "celebrity" scandals and whatnot, it's kinda difficult to stay focused and out of the nonsense when it's in your face 24/7. I am not much of a fan of &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cassie&lt;/span&gt;, same as &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;, and there's no way I'd give &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Hoopz"&lt;/span&gt; any type of validity in my world. But then there's &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ciara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never much of a fan of her music. In most cases, I'm probably not going to support you if you don't blow me away. I expect the best of the best and that's all I'm going to pay attention to. However, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ciara&lt;/span&gt; is an AMAZING dancer/performer. Even as a straight female I can honestly say that I get a little excited watching her perform. (fuck that bitch! why not me?!) She puts on a good show and seems to be stepping her game up with this new album. I haven't heard the entire thing but I'm quite proud of her. And that's kinda all I had to say. Salutations for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sghqa_1R00I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ae088yomX8I/s1600-h/FantasyRide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334630770664395586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sghqa_1R00I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ae088yomX8I/s320/FantasyRide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ciara - Fantasy Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released May 5, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ciara To The Stage&lt;br /&gt;2. Love Sex Magic featuring &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Turntables featuring &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Like A Surgeon&lt;br /&gt;6. Never Ever featuring &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Young Jeezy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lover's Thing featuring &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Work featuring &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Missy Elliott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Pucker Up&lt;br /&gt;10. G Is For Girl (A-Z)&lt;br /&gt;11. Keep Dancin' On Me&lt;br /&gt;12. Tell Me What Your Name Is&lt;br /&gt;13. I Don't Remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4135892662290082604?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4135892662290082604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/fantasy-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4135892662290082604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4135892662290082604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/fantasy-ride.html' title='Fantasy Ride'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sghqa_1R00I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ae088yomX8I/s72-c/FantasyRide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-533895605127005530</id><published>2009-05-09T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:26:19.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>Totes thought I published this on Tuesday. My apologies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the JPOP party I'm attending this week, I had a sentimental moment about 2004. I used to have this friend, whom I've mentioned before, and he introduced me to this girl. Japanese pop is sloooooowly taking over America and I find it amazing how Asia seems to do everything so well and yet, their music has yet to creep up on us the way I felt like it would 5 years ago. Either way, Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SgXIVoJQhqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xkhYFhN1YHE/s1600-h/Utada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333889607569278626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SgXIVoJQhqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xkhYFhN1YHE/s320/Utada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Utada Hikaru - Exodus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released October 5, 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Opening&lt;br /&gt;2. Devil Inside&lt;br /&gt;3. Exodus '04&lt;br /&gt;4. The Workout&lt;br /&gt;5. Easy Breezy&lt;br /&gt;6. Tippy Toe&lt;br /&gt;7. Hotel Lobby&lt;br /&gt;8. Animato&lt;br /&gt;9. Crossover Interlude&lt;br /&gt;10. Kremlin Dusk&lt;br /&gt;11. You Make Me Want To Be A Man&lt;br /&gt;12. Wonder 'Bout&lt;br /&gt;13. Let Me Give You My Love&lt;br /&gt;14. About Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Utada&lt;/span&gt; has been around in music since about '98/'99. she's a talented artist and was only available in Japan til this crossover album came out in 2004. A little more on the "edgier" side of pop because this album was a collaboration between the funky JPop of&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; Utada&lt;/span&gt; and the then incredibly popular &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Timbaland&lt;/span&gt; (anyone remember when &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Timbaland&lt;/span&gt; was taking over almost every radio station/record sales in 2004?? yeah.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The album flopped here in America. Not much promo, I wouldn't have known about it had it not been for that former friend but I'm glad it's on my iPod now. Check it out if you have the chance. Broaden your horizon. Have fun with it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-533895605127005530?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/533895605127005530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/album-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/533895605127005530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/533895605127005530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/album-of-week.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SgXIVoJQhqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xkhYFhN1YHE/s72-c/Utada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-1714744297021558965</id><published>2009-05-04T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:12:17.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week</title><content type='html'>First off, there's no flyer for it but every first Thursday of the month, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/simplecitizens"&gt;Simple Citizens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; plays a free show at the Scotland Yard Pub in Canoga Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/simplecitizens"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simple Citizens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotland Yard (North West corner of Sherman Way and Topanga)&lt;br /&gt;22041 Sherman Way&lt;br /&gt;Canoga Park, CA 91303&lt;br /&gt;(818) 703-9523&lt;br /&gt;May 7, 2009, 11PM, FREE&lt;br /&gt;Be There&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out my boy, Isaac (of &lt;b&gt;Fozzy's Hero&lt;/b&gt;) playing guitar for &lt;b&gt;the Boondocks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theboondocksla"&gt;www.myspace.com/theboondocksla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/106/l_26d9142352e54c83a1394bdc345b75ef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND: &lt;strong&gt;Fozzys Hero&lt;/strong&gt; is back in it again playing at RITCHIE VALENS PARK (50th anniversary of Ritchie’s death) in Pacoima. Saturday at 2pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fozzyshero"&gt;www.myspace.com/fozzyshero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Flyer to come as soon as I get my sticky fingers on one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-1714744297021558965?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1714744297021558965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1714744297021558965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1714744297021558965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-week.html' title='This Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-8289839081937670959</id><published>2009-05-04T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:37:53.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight. Like every other Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Free show. Free shots after the show. All Star Comedy. Produced by my buddy, Mark Fry. See you all there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Se0__JWhdsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eBxYVvDNikU/s1600-h/Saddle+Ranch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326984288323860162" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Se0__JWhdsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eBxYVvDNikU/s320/Saddle+Ranch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-8289839081937670959?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8289839081937670959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/tonight-like-every-other-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8289839081937670959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8289839081937670959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/tonight-like-every-other-monday.html' title='Tonight. Like every other Monday'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Se0__JWhdsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eBxYVvDNikU/s72-c/Saddle+Ranch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-3251279014872854623</id><published>2009-04-30T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:59:40.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kinda mood I'm in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://limelinx.com/files/5c73a53488aae3afe997103fac9b7101"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330606855622664098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SfoesUKmn6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/WxAQcn-x8j8/s320/ready2fly_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andreena Mill - Picture Perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Click the pic to download the song or go find the whole mixtape)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll shout out &lt;a href="http://cdotversy.blogspot.com/"&gt;C. Versy&lt;/a&gt; for introducing me to this chick eventhough, he really didn't. Jaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-3251279014872854623?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3251279014872854623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/kinda-mood-im-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3251279014872854623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3251279014872854623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/kinda-mood-im-in.html' title='The kinda mood I&apos;m in...'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SfoesUKmn6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/WxAQcn-x8j8/s72-c/ready2fly_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-1057853160149038407</id><published>2009-04-28T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:35:01.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>I'd like to thank &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/chemflash"&gt;Seany J&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for being the inspiration for this week. He's becoming so hood right before my eyes, I'm beyond proud. Jaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SfjwFswLZnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_rYPZ4Pk1As/s1600-h/Nas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330274139696227954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SfjwFswLZnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_rYPZ4Pk1As/s320/Nas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nas - It Was Written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released July 2, 1996&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Album Intro&lt;br /&gt;2. The Message&lt;br /&gt;3. Street Dreams&lt;br /&gt;4. I Gave You Power&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch Dem Niggas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Take It In Blood&lt;br /&gt;7. Nas Is Coming&lt;br /&gt;8. Affirmative Action&lt;br /&gt;9. The Set Up&lt;br /&gt;10. Black Girl Lost&lt;br /&gt;11. Suspect&lt;br /&gt;12. Shootouts&lt;br /&gt;13. Live Nigga Rap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. If I Ruled The World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so, here's my 2 cents (isn't that the point of this "blogging" ish anyways? lol).This album is sick. Real cool beats, Nas attacks it with swag and power, letting it be known that this guy really is amazing. Unfortunately, I think not many people give this album much credit. In my world, it's a classic. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It Was Written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; got a lot of slack back in the day for "not being as good" as &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Illmatic&lt;/span&gt; 2 years prior. I fully have to disagree. This album is dope, if you love hip hop, you probably own this album and if you don't, then you should be ashamed of yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is all. It's time for a beach run with the boy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-1057853160149038407?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1057853160149038407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/album-of-week_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1057853160149038407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1057853160149038407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/album-of-week_28.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SfjwFswLZnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_rYPZ4Pk1As/s72-c/Nas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-917033556342259463</id><published>2009-04-22T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:42:19.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>I'm a day late because after my Tuesday night's events, I had a change of heart as to what my album for this week would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm going through some overdramatic, unnecessary, boy turmoil, this is the album I turn to. Super sexy, ultra-feminine. I've never been much of a "girly-girl" but this album is what I think the epitome of a woman is/should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Se-rLUqqHmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UOtvCfm8wbE/s1600-h/VelvetRope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327665095217127010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Se-rLUqqHmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UOtvCfm8wbE/s320/VelvetRope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Janet Jackson - The Velvet Rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released October 7, 1997&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Interlude - Twisted Elegance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Velvet Rope&lt;br /&gt;3. You&lt;br /&gt;4. Got 'Til It's Gone ft. Joni Mitchell and Q-Tip&lt;br /&gt;5. Interlude - Speaker Phone&lt;br /&gt;6. My Need&lt;br /&gt;7. Interlude - Fasten Your Seatbelts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Go Deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Free Xone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Interlude - Memory&lt;br /&gt;11. Together Again&lt;br /&gt;12. Interlude - Online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Interlude - Full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. What About&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. Every Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. Tonight's The Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. I Get Lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. Rope Burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. Anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. Interlude - Sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22. Special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had this album on tape &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; CD, listened to it nonstop for &lt;em&gt;MANY&lt;/em&gt; months... There's songs about love, loss, abuse, sadness, fun, and sexuality; it's got a sense of "empowerment" vibe if you will. Not to mention, yet again, that it is super sexy. Not gonna lie but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Velvet Rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Rope Burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are on the top of my Sexy Time list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a plus-side note. To all my ladies out there: If a guy ever does you wrong; plays you, lies, stands you up, cheats, makes plans twice in one week then has you wait over an hour for him cause he can't get his shit together (lol), listen to this album. Then go do someone hot to get over him. Then go out and find someone more than worth your time. Then listen to the album again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-917033556342259463?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/917033556342259463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/album-of-week_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/917033556342259463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/917033556342259463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/album-of-week_22.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Se-rLUqqHmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UOtvCfm8wbE/s72-c/VelvetRope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-2365864901511674892</id><published>2009-04-22T02:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:56:57.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>After Prince at the Super Bowl.. Purple Rain, in the rain. I promised I would never cry due to another person again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck bitches, get money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-2365864901511674892?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2365864901511674892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2365864901511674892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2365864901511674892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-3548064087088881280</id><published>2009-04-21T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:46:38.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Melody Darlene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"A Simple Reminder To Myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I can offer my friends the BEST advice. When I get to preaching... I PREEEEACH! I'm only 23 years old, but I have a lot of wise words of wisdom to offer. But all this time, while I've been helping other people out with their situations, I got lost in the matrix and forgot about my own damn self. So here it is... some words of wisdom to MYSELF... to REMIND myself... direct from Ms. Lauryn Hill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babygirl... Respect is just a Minimum...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;aint that the truth! A minimum -- a FUCKING MINIMUM!! Phew! Glad I had my own back on that one... caught myself slippin, but I got my head on right again. LET'S GO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make this clear, I didn't not write this on my own. Clearly it's a general idea quoted from one of the greats, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Lauryn Hill. &lt;/span&gt;I'm reposting cause I've kinda been on the same epiphany this past week and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mels&lt;/span&gt; is an old friend thus, I promote. Check out her blog at &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.married2thegame.com/"&gt;Married2TheGame.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-3548064087088881280?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3548064087088881280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/stolen-from-melody-darlene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3548064087088881280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3548064087088881280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/stolen-from-melody-darlene.html' title='Stolen from Melody Darlene'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-6015192412861593092</id><published>2009-04-20T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:40:21.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How my Mondays usually go</title><content type='html'>If you're in the area and wanna do something free and fun, go here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Se0__JWhdsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eBxYVvDNikU/s1600-h/Saddle+Ranch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326984288323860162" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Se0__JWhdsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eBxYVvDNikU/s320/Saddle+Ranch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-6015192412861593092?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6015192412861593092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-my-mondays-usually-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6015192412861593092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6015192412861593092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-my-mondays-usually-go.html' title='How my Mondays usually go'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Se0__JWhdsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eBxYVvDNikU/s72-c/Saddle+Ranch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-3053428450190926868</id><published>2009-04-14T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:49:04.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>First off... Let me just say how hot &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jadakiss&lt;/span&gt; is right now. Maybe cause I'm already a fan and maybe because I'm super critical of everyone but I really like this album. Don't love it yet, maybe I will soon but, I like it a lot and I hope you all do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SeTwPX276LI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c7maaNRvPWI/s1600-h/Jadakiss.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324644806351906994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SeTwPX276LI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c7maaNRvPWI/s320/Jadakiss.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jadakiss - The Last Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released April 7, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pain &amp;amp; Torture&lt;br /&gt;2. Can't Stop Me&lt;br /&gt;3. Who's Real&lt;br /&gt;4. Grind Hard&lt;br /&gt;5. Something Else&lt;br /&gt;6. One More Step&lt;br /&gt;7. Stress Ya&lt;br /&gt;8. What If&lt;br /&gt;9. Things I've Been Through&lt;br /&gt;10. I Tried&lt;br /&gt;11. Rockin' With The Best&lt;br /&gt;12. Smoking Gun&lt;br /&gt;13. Cartel Gathering&lt;br /&gt;14. Come And Get Me&lt;br /&gt;15. By My Side&lt;br /&gt;16. Letter To B.I.G.&lt;br /&gt;17. Something Else Remix&lt;br /&gt;18. Death Wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's my real choice for today...&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty hip on the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Drake&lt;/span&gt; for quite a while now. I was "introduced" to this guy a while back through a friend of mine, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;fuXor&lt;/span&gt;, from High School (he used to sell mixtapes out his backpack during track practice, this guy was so hood in the middle of the SFV, lol). Anyways, he now runs this pretty big urban site right now that's doing superbly well (go check it out &lt;a href="http://therundown.tv/"&gt;TheRundown.tv&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the real reason I've decided on THIS mixtape was because I've been telling my lil bro, that I don't see as often as I'd like to, about &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Drake&lt;/span&gt; for a while now. But for some reason, on Easter Sunday, he comes over and wakes me and the first thing he says to me is, &lt;em&gt;"Bridge? Why you didn't tell me crippled little Jimmy was this Drake you been telling me about?? And why is this nigga actually good?!"&lt;/em&gt;. Bless my brother's little internetless heart. I love him so much. So now he realizes why I was so mad a few weeks ago when he deleted 2 years worth of my mixtape findings. However he did say that this was his favorite of &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Drake&lt;/span&gt; and in my world, whatever my bro says goes so, here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SeTwPfpE1NI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A5CaaujzD88/s1600-h/Drake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324644808441255122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SeTwPfpE1NI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A5CaaujzD88/s320/Drake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available for DL February 13, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lust for Life"&lt;br /&gt;"Houstatlantavegas"&lt;br /&gt;"Successful" ft. Trey Songz &amp;amp; Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;"Let's Call It Off" ft. Peter Bjorn and John&lt;br /&gt;"November 18th"&lt;br /&gt;"Ignorant Shit" ft. Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;"A Night Off" ft. Lloyd&lt;br /&gt;"Say What's Real"&lt;br /&gt;"Little Bit" ft. Lykke Li&lt;br /&gt;"Best I Ever Had"&lt;br /&gt;"Unstoppable" ft. Santogold &amp;amp; Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;"Uptown" ft. Bun B &amp;amp; Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;"Sooner Than Later"&lt;br /&gt;"Bria's Interlude" ft. Omarion&lt;br /&gt;"The Calm"&lt;br /&gt;"The Tourist Outro"&lt;br /&gt;"Brand New"&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, I've been crushin on Jimmy since Ashley took Ecstacy (lol) but, talent alone is what really makes this guy hot. Find it. Download it. I presume 95% of you reading this have already. Go get &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Thank Me Later&lt;/span&gt; when that one comes out. Salutations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-3053428450190926868?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3053428450190926868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/album-of-week_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3053428450190926868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3053428450190926868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/album-of-week_14.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SeTwPX276LI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c7maaNRvPWI/s72-c/Jadakiss.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-2294839650545927610</id><published>2009-04-12T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:51:27.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>I spent a lot of my time last week asking hundreds of people one question: "What is your Passion in life?" Sadly, only 4 or 5 people answered the way I wanted them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, 'Passion' means not only something you love and admire but, something you live, breathe, and do. A lot of people answered with bogusness "skating" "reading" "writing", which could all actually be valid if they were thins you were actually living by. These people were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 1 person answered my question with the same response, "Music is my passion because it's a part of me". In my mind, music is not a passion. It's too general of a spectrum. Maybe the Guitar or DJing or Instrument Manufacturing is your passion but I really don't think "music" is a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quite honest, as much as I would like it to be, nothing about music is my passion. There are things I'm good at and musical ventures I'd like to conquer but, if it was a passion of mine, I'd be rockin my flute in every major venue in the nation right now and every one of my friends that are actually good would have deals right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm trying to get at is this: What really is your passion? What is your calling in life? What were you meant to do and are you doing that now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I know what my passion is. I know it's what I was put on this Earth for. No, I'm not fully enveloped in it yet but, I'm a work in progress. and I hope you all are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-2294839650545927610?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2294839650545927610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2294839650545927610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2294839650545927610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-225662585459080022</id><published>2009-04-09T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:48:12.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm actually in a grand mood</title><content type='html'>I have to vent for a couple seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem that too many people can't get their shit together?? Granted, I'm barely working and don't have too many obligations But that's something I chose for reasons that only I need to know and I'm happy with my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. Can't people be clear on the things they want or don't want? I'm over games and ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go after want you want and make known what you don't. Life is for the living and fakin it aint real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Thanks for listening :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-225662585459080022?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/225662585459080022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-actually-in-grand-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/225662585459080022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/225662585459080022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-actually-in-grand-mood.html' title='I&apos;m actually in a grand mood'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-5826542057211970065</id><published>2009-04-07T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:49:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>For most of my teen years, I had this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; close friend. He was my other half for like 7 years-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. I've mentioned him before and my hopes is to never have to mention him again. You can go support his music if you want (&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/midnightview"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/midnightview&lt;/a&gt;). I still will, from a very far distance for reasons unknown to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we "just so happened" to have bought the same Christmas gift one year, '02 I think... A Beatles poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sd0NSmF5mnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/22XhgzyV-YA/s1600-h/274-001~The-Beatles-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322424947735894642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sd0NSmF5mnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/22XhgzyV-YA/s320/274-001%257EThe-Beatles-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I cut my hand on it today and that's partly where my album of the week came from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sd0OQSybmlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lU4V5lJpKAM/s1600-h/AbbeyRoad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322426007705852498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sd0OQSybmlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lU4V5lJpKAM/s320/AbbeyRoad.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Beatles - Abbey Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Originally released September 26, 1969&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come Together&lt;br /&gt;2. Something&lt;br /&gt;3. Maxwell's Silver Hammer&lt;br /&gt;4. Oh! Darling&lt;br /&gt;5. Octopus' Garden&lt;br /&gt;6. I Want You (She's So Heavy)&lt;br /&gt;7. Here Comes the Sun&lt;br /&gt;8. Because&lt;br /&gt;9. You Never Give Me Your Money&lt;br /&gt;10. Sun King&lt;br /&gt;11. Mean Mr. Mustard&lt;br /&gt;12. Polythene Pam&lt;br /&gt;13. She Came in Through the Bathroom Window&lt;br /&gt;14. Golden Slumbers&lt;br /&gt;15. Carry That Weight&lt;br /&gt;16. End&lt;br /&gt;17. Her Majesty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've waken up to this LP for like 6 days straight now. Something about that &lt;em&gt;Sun King&lt;/em&gt; makes me feel good about life. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt; don't really need any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; nor do I have any rave that I think would live up to their status and talent. I will say this, had I been around during "their reign", I probably would not have been a fan. I would've loved their music but not been a fan. Like &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hate her, but the bitch can sing and apparently act as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But now, it's 2009. If you are a fan of music, you're a fan of &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt; in someway. So many samples and covers and careers have been made off these 4 guys that just did what they loved in a time where it was almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; to be free in love. I think at least 3 of the songs that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; written in the past few months are somehow inspired by &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you're not into them and are open to giving them a shot, go get &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The White Album&lt;/span&gt;. It'll change your life. For better or best. Or at least just open your mind to something you may not have experienced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;besos&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;abrazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-5826542057211970065?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5826542057211970065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/album-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5826542057211970065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5826542057211970065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/album-of-week.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sd0NSmF5mnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/22XhgzyV-YA/s72-c/274-001%257EThe-Beatles-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-866208303585128049</id><published>2009-03-31T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:19:48.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album(s) of the Week</title><content type='html'>Double Whammy today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SdPUA1xSJyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WbUaS3okhrY/s1600-h/HOSN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319828695753565986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SdPUA1xSJyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WbUaS3okhrY/s320/HOSN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tom Waits - The Heart of Saturday Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released 1974 [Vinyl]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New Coat Of Paint&lt;br /&gt;2. San Diego Serenade&lt;br /&gt;3. Semi Suite&lt;br /&gt;4. Shiver Me Timbers&lt;br /&gt;5. Diamonds On My Windshield&lt;br /&gt;6. The Heart Of Saturday Night&lt;br /&gt;7. Fumblin' With The Blues&lt;br /&gt;8. Please Call Me, Baby&lt;br /&gt;9. Depot, Depot&lt;br /&gt;10. Drunk On The Moon&lt;br /&gt;11. The Ghosts Of Saturday Night [After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tom Waits&lt;/span&gt;. Fairly new in my love for him. Always heard of him, never really got into him til about 2004 when a good friend, Mr. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;BMore&lt;/span&gt;, introduced me to 2 of his songs of which, I still listen to every single day (wake up to &lt;em&gt;Alice&lt;/em&gt; every morning, &lt;em&gt;Blue Valentine&lt;/em&gt; at night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legendary. Good shit. I can't even put into words why he is as good as he is. Blame God for being as great as he is and producing this man. If you can get your hands on ANYTHING by Mr. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tom Waits&lt;/span&gt;, take it and run fast with it. You will not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here you get to see how crazy my mind works)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Diamonds on My Windshield'&lt;/em&gt; lead me to thinking of "Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my grill..." from '&lt;em&gt;Bossy&lt;/em&gt;' which then lead me to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SdPUAuvboVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kTqdaA_Lrts/s1600-h/Wanderland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319828693866750290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SdPUAuvboVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kTqdaA_Lrts/s320/Wanderland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kelis - Wanderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released only in the UK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;November 5, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Intro&lt;br /&gt;2. Young, Fresh N' New&lt;br /&gt;3. Flash Back&lt;br /&gt;4. Popular Thug&lt;br /&gt;5. Daddy&lt;br /&gt;6. Scared Money&lt;br /&gt;7. Shooting Stars&lt;br /&gt;8. Digital World&lt;br /&gt;9. Perfect Day&lt;br /&gt;10. Easy Come, Easy Go&lt;br /&gt;11. Junkie&lt;br /&gt;12. Get Even&lt;br /&gt;13. Mr. U.F.O. Man&lt;br /&gt;14. Little Suzie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album came out when I was in my "I'm over fake artists" phase. I love &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kelis&lt;/span&gt;. I love almost everything she does. And yes, this album is beyond good however, I was starting to hate on her for being "fake" as I called it. I don't like when good artists do things just to make a quick buck. Like when &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; took &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sasha&lt;/span&gt; off her &lt;em&gt;"Beautiful Liar"&lt;/em&gt; song and put &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Shakira&lt;/span&gt; on it (I am &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Shakira's&lt;/span&gt; number one fan and always will be but, come on, now). Or when &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jay-Z&lt;/span&gt; did that album with &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;. They made almost all new music, he took &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the Black Album&lt;/span&gt; and spit his old rhymes on it. Or here, for instance, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kelis&lt;/span&gt; originally had &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Clipse&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;em&gt;Popular Thug. &lt;/em&gt;Then she married &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nas&lt;/span&gt;, took &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Clipse&lt;/span&gt; off the track, and put &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nas&lt;/span&gt; on it. Song was much better without him but was released in the US to help blow up the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kelis&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nas&lt;/span&gt; affair. I could go on for days about this but, I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I was a hater. Still am somewhat but, I will always stay true to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kelis&lt;/span&gt; cause she actually has talent and I love that she's putting herself out there for all of us to admire. If you can find this album anywhere, I suggest you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and then some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-866208303585128049?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/866208303585128049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/albums-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/866208303585128049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/866208303585128049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/albums-of-week.html' title='Album(s) of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SdPUA1xSJyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WbUaS3okhrY/s72-c/HOSN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-5048341038998886064</id><published>2009-03-30T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:23:51.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait For Tuesday to Come</title><content type='html'>I was going to wait til tomorrow to post these fellas as the album of the week but, I can't help myself. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplecitizens.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319040065472276562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SdEGwhCLqFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CMxU3RY2dFo/s320/SimpleCitizens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simple Citizens - Early Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released December 11, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a list of the songs because&lt;br /&gt;a) I can't find my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I can't remember them all (sorry to let you down)&lt;br /&gt;c) The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; is failing me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys right here. First off, you MUST see them live. Definitely a show you don't want to miss out on. Live band, true hip hop. Something to groove to, something to move to, something that moves you. They've got it all. Even if you're one that doesn't much like to step out of their comfort zone, I suggest you try &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Simple Citizens&lt;/span&gt;. It's amazing to see a group lay down the hip hop, funk, reggae, and more while accompanied on stage with a band featuring a Trumpet as well as an Upright Bass. Live music is my love and as highly as I think of them now, I have no doubt these guys will be HUGE one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get the album on &lt;a href="http://www.itunes.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now or if you &lt;a href="http://www.simplecitizens.com/"&gt;click the album above&lt;/a&gt; you can buy the CD and/or Vinyl directly from their site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you out here in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SFV&lt;/span&gt;, they have a FREE live show every first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; of the month (excluding this Thursday so, I'll see you all there May 7th) at the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scotland Yard&lt;/span&gt; pub half a block West of the corner of Sherman Way and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Topanga&lt;/span&gt;. Check out their site for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and Good day to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-5048341038998886064?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5048341038998886064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-wait-for-tuesday-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5048341038998886064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5048341038998886064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-wait-for-tuesday-to-come.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait For Tuesday to Come'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SdEGwhCLqFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CMxU3RY2dFo/s72-c/SimpleCitizens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4620679100284693339</id><published>2009-03-29T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:20:22.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight Tonight</title><content type='html'>$5 Footlong to the first person that can tell me the name of the band from which my subject matter was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the point. THIS is where me and a few of my people will be this evening. THIS is where you should be as well. One of the most amazing experiences I've ever had (amongst the new Prince album and some very skilled new "friends").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clubcicada.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318751920897275474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SdAAsS2CNlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/93V2W0n-4Y0/s320/CicadaSundays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20s Night at the Cicada Club&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, March 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;7:30pm - 11:00pm&lt;br /&gt;617 S. Olive Street&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles, CA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dress code isn't too strict. 20s attire or "upscale" works. No jeans, tees, tennis shoes, etc. Come as a flapper, get your swing on. Fun night, good crowd. It's literally like traveling back in time. Seriously awesome. Best of all, it's &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get there or stay square! Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4620679100284693339?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4620679100284693339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/tonight-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4620679100284693339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4620679100284693339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/tonight-tonight.html' title='Tonight Tonight'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SdAAsS2CNlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/93V2W0n-4Y0/s72-c/CicadaSundays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4725426035350054309</id><published>2009-03-28T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:07:57.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason</title><content type='html'>Why I love the people I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getagoldenstateofmind.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318162923101648802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sc3pAHEgd6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/UtUCM__sHzk/s320/Golden+State.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get a Golden State of Mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. If you're not following me on the TwitSpot, you should: &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/JMBuckett"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twitter.com/JMBuckett&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Another thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/OFFICIALJeMy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318163627420214994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sc3ppG3I5tI/AAAAAAAAAGo/REgSgZsb0GY/s320/JeMy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Official JeMy Youtube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'm out. Salud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4725426035350054309?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4725426035350054309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4725426035350054309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4725426035350054309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-reason.html' title='Another Reason'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sc3pAHEgd6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/UtUCM__sHzk/s72-c/Golden+State.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-2974538889158061761</id><published>2009-03-27T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:49:12.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Snap</title><content type='html'>Amongst all the madness going on this weekend (Can everyone just stop being born/playing shows this week, puhleease?!) there is one thing, and ONE thing only that I'm uber excited for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sc1JnC37hBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/f-dw-Z451dE/s1600-h/LotusFlow3r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317987670129607698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sc1JnC37hBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/f-dw-Z451dE/s320/LotusFlow3r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prince - Lotus Flow3r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 29, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 3 disc album is ONLY being released through &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt; stores this coming Sunday. If my job here in Cali would stop sending my paycheck to Dallas, I'd be in line first thing. (chances are, me and my savings account will be there buying this and everything else either way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, 3 disc set; 2 from &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Prince&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Lotus Flow3r&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;MPLSound&lt;/em&gt;) and the third from a new artist under him, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bria Valente&lt;/span&gt; (album's called &lt;em&gt;Elixer&lt;/em&gt;). This chick right here. Oh em gee. Not even lowkey, I'm really on this girl's jock right now. Absolutely love her and what bit I've gotten my hands on (my Pimp Game point status +5). I'm sure I'll go into detailed review after I've spent a week listening to it nonstop like what it do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got $12 and some common sense, go cop this &lt;strong&gt;ASAP&lt;/strong&gt; as possible (copyrights to The Great).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you in line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-2974538889158061761?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2974538889158061761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-snap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2974538889158061761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2974538889158061761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-snap.html' title='Oh Snap'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sc1JnC37hBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/f-dw-Z451dE/s72-c/LotusFlow3r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-7040002242388222550</id><published>2009-03-24T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:22:22.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Overload</title><content type='html'>I had a lot of free time today after being so busy this past week so this is how I spent at least 3 hours of my day (usually takes me this long to watch a movie cause I can't sit still so I pause a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm4H5yvrLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-r5A47AYCtY/s1600-h/TheLastDragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316983280999836850" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm4H5yvrLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-r5A47AYCtY/s320/TheLastDragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Berry Gordy's] The Last Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Released" March 22, 1985 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Louis Venosta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Directed by Michael Schultz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taimak plays Leroy Green, a.k.a. Bruce Leroy (main character)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of my favorite movies ever. And I'm sure it's &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kanye's&lt;/span&gt; favorite too since he has publicly trademarked the "Sho'Nuff" glasses as his own idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm51X9ONGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hN5lVZiOeT4/s1600-h/Shonuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316985161702585442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm51X9ONGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hN5lVZiOeT4/s320/Shonuff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julius Carry III aka Sho'Nuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;March 12, 1952 - August 19, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And thanks to my job, I am a fake fan of the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/span&gt; so here's where me and my amazing coworkers will be on the 17th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm6bA4Z_SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3DvOLebPky4/s1600-h/17again.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316985808343399714" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm6bA4Z_SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3DvOLebPky4/s320/17again.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm6bA4Z_SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3DvOLebPky4/s1600-h/17again.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17 Again Starring Zac Efron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm6bA4Z_SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3DvOLebPky4/s1600-h/17again.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm6bA4Z_SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3DvOLebPky4/s1600-h/17again.bmp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm6bA4Z_SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3DvOLebPky4/s1600-h/17again.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm6bA4Z_SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3DvOLebPky4/s1600-h/17again.bmp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm6bA4Z_SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3DvOLebPky4/s1600-h/17again.bmp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm6bA4Z_SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3DvOLebPky4/s1600-h/17again.bmp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm6bA4Z_SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3DvOLebPky4/s1600-h/17again.bmp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm6bA4Z_SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3DvOLebPky4/s1600-h/17again.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all enjoy your night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-7040002242388222550?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7040002242388222550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-overload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7040002242388222550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7040002242388222550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-overload.html' title='Blog Overload'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Scm4H5yvrLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-r5A47AYCtY/s72-c/TheLastDragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-3572726841349871776</id><published>2009-03-24T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:24:20.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>Here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much introduction needed... Straight out of Cleveland, we can all thank &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Eazy-E&lt;/span&gt; for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sckb9-dq6pI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lfz2GWVRTnc/s1600-h/Bone+Thugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316811586640997010" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sckb9-dq6pI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lfz2GWVRTnc/s320/Bone+Thugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bone Thugs N Harmony - E 1999 Eternal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released July 25, 1995&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(some sources will tell you different. I know I'm right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Introduction&lt;br /&gt;2. East 1999&lt;br /&gt;3. Eternal&lt;br /&gt;4. Crept and We Came&lt;br /&gt;5. Down '71 (The Getaway)&lt;br /&gt;6. Mr. Bill Collector&lt;br /&gt;7. Budsmokers Only&lt;br /&gt;8. Crossroads&lt;br /&gt;9. Me Killa&lt;br /&gt;10. Land of Tha Heartless&lt;br /&gt;'11. No Shorts, No Losses&lt;br /&gt;12. 1st of tha Month&lt;br /&gt;13. Buddah Lovaz&lt;br /&gt;14. Die Die Die&lt;br /&gt;15. Mr. Ouija 2&lt;br /&gt;16. Mo' Murda&lt;br /&gt;17. Shotz to Tha Double Glock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bone Thugs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hands down one of my favorite artists to date. Ever since &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creepin on ah Come Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I've been hooked. I seriously thought these dudes were from like the LBC from they swag and whatnot pero, no. Muthafuckin Ohio. (took me almost 2 weeks to figure that one out, we were on the dial-up then) I'm pretty sure &lt;em&gt;'Thuggish Ruggish Bone'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'Foe tha Love of $'&lt;/em&gt; was on every one's top of the list til this album came out. Clearly the singles, &lt;em&gt;Crossroads&lt;/em&gt; (which hit #1 on the Billboard Charts in '97), and &lt;em&gt;1st of tha Month&lt;/em&gt; were incredibly successful. I've listened to &lt;em&gt;1st of tha Month&lt;/em&gt; on every 1st of the Month since 99. Holler. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;BTNH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is one of those groups that I'm actually glad wasn't too successful after their "fall out". It makes me appreciate the things they did when they were really on their grind. These guys really were effing amazing. Not one of their albums would be considered a wash in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know this was a good album, not just cause of the singles but also cause &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; made it ok to talk about things people shy away from. I'm not going to throw my religious beliefs and politic with anyone right now but, go ponder this album. You'll thank me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SckhEbyBrqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cCBars3FjDY/s1600-h/kerihilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316817195148357282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SckhEbyBrqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cCBars3FjDY/s320/kerihilson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keri Hilson - In A Perfect World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released March 24, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Intro&lt;br /&gt;2. Turnin Me On &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ft. Lil Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get Your Money Up &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ft. Keyshia Cole &amp;amp; Trina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Return The Favor &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ft. Timbaland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Knock You Down &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ft. Neyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Slow Dance&lt;br /&gt;7. Make Love&lt;br /&gt;8. Intuition&lt;br /&gt;9. How Does It Feel&lt;br /&gt;10. Hey Girl &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ft. T-Pain &amp;amp; Lil Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Alienated&lt;br /&gt;12. Tell Him the Truth&lt;br /&gt;13. Change Me &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ft. Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Energy&lt;br /&gt;15. Where Did He Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please support this chick. She's actually one of the "good ones". I've heard quite a bit of this album and as critical as I am, I really do like it. I got high hopes for this girl. And I've been told she's really amazing live. Bunch of good people featured (and really, where the eff has Trina been cause I'm lowkey diggin her on this one). Go buy it now. Or this week. Get her first week's sales up in the charts. Holler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-3572726841349871776?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3572726841349871776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/album-of-week_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3572726841349871776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3572726841349871776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/album-of-week_24.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sckb9-dq6pI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lfz2GWVRTnc/s72-c/Bone+Thugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-7218738126145137815</id><published>2009-03-24T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:21:01.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sincerest Apologies.</title><content type='html'>First, to the family and friends and admirers of &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Natasha Richardson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SckVh3BnlJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dYiZnQ4t10s/s1600-h/NatashaRichardson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316804506538185874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SckVh3BnlJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dYiZnQ4t10s/s320/NatashaRichardson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May 11, 1963 - March 18, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I will never be able to watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The Parent Trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the same way again AND, I have also recently become an advocate for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amfAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (as well as Women's Heart Health) because of this woman. I don't like to say RIP cause in my mind, no soul can rest after life here so, God Bless her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My apologies also go out to you all. Apparently I wiped out Thursday's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Degrees&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Separation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Post for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as well as Friday's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Up and Coming Artists/Weekend Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; piece. I didn't realize until now that they weren't posted. I wrote them up on Wednesday, saved them, now they're gone and it's been a crazy ass weekend. I totes promise to get you those as soon as I can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In other news, a friend of a friend that happens to be a really good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beatboxer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I seriously love the people I know. Everyone is so amazing) and is opening up for Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Too Short, I believe. This Saturday, Huntington Beach. More info + a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to come as soon as &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Neil&lt;/span&gt; gets his A-Game on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cheers and Love and a pic of my coworkers at Mikey's Return Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SckYUsJz9NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/odSIntQUoqQ/s1600-h/Mikey6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316807578816345298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SckYUsJz9NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/odSIntQUoqQ/s320/Mikey6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PS: Mexicali is so so good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Margatinis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on deck. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Verrrry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;niiiice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-7218738126145137815?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7218738126145137815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sincerest-apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7218738126145137815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7218738126145137815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sincerest-apologies.html' title='My Sincerest Apologies.'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SckVh3BnlJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dYiZnQ4t10s/s72-c/NatashaRichardson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-8277830550514441849</id><published>2009-03-19T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:43:32.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow Night!!!</title><content type='html'>More Friday Night Music Events! Go Go Go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScQi13sSJbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UhKDxNemSl4/s1600-h/WarnerDrive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315411769082127794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScQi13sSJbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UhKDxNemSl4/s320/WarnerDrive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new vibe and a new attitude, and this is the very first time they're playing on stage together here in Hollywood. Be sure that you do NOT miss this show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Warner Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ The Roxy -All Ages Show!&lt;br /&gt;Friday March 20th, 9:30pm sharp!&lt;br /&gt;9009 W. Sunset Blvd., West Hollywood, CA 90069&lt;br /&gt;$11 at the door.&lt;br /&gt;DISCOUNT GUEST LIST AVAILABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case you missed it yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScQjGtK743I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_FBWMCTtVcI/s1600-h/FozzyHero031909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315412058315678578" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScQjGtK743I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_FBWMCTtVcI/s320/FozzyHero031909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Fozzy's Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good ass "early 90s punk". Seriously, check them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Webers Place , in the Valley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19312 Vanowen St. Reseda, CA, 91335&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21+ to drink. $10 cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told the show is all ages AND free. I've never payed to get in nor have I ever been carded &lt;i&gt;"I'm with the band"&lt;/i&gt; status. Either way, bring some duckets. Its gonna be a good ass show. You'll enjoy it. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-8277830550514441849?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8277830550514441849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrow-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8277830550514441849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8277830550514441849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrow-night.html' title='Tomorrow Night!!!'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScQi13sSJbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UhKDxNemSl4/s72-c/WarnerDrive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-7045156854970172529</id><published>2009-03-19T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:02:48.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Random" Happy Moment</title><content type='html'>I love the Beach. I love these people. I don't love post gym hair. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScQgMbezwNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ew6rp83G3_k/s1600-h/Mal7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315408858111525074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScQgMbezwNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ew6rp83G3_k/s320/Mal7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;More Music Week to come later tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-7045156854970172529?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7045156854970172529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-happy-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7045156854970172529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/7045156854970172529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-happy-moment.html' title='&quot;Random&quot; Happy Moment'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScQgMbezwNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ew6rp83G3_k/s72-c/Mal7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-1276836540296547821</id><published>2009-03-18T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:14:19.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Week: Day 3</title><content type='html'>So, it's a little lame and a little il-contented (I just made that up, don't know if it's a real word) but, I wanted to post what I think is one of my favorite music videos. Unfortunately, my illegally downloading system failed me (My number 1 pick was &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Michael Jackson and Eddie Murphy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;'What's Up'&lt;/em&gt;) so here's my number 2 pick. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9fa8b9784433573f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9fa8b9784433573f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333060632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8527964B8037E939DC2947BD4B958A8FD3B0997.1937D5C4C975149327B36BF226A3CB5D4D0701F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9fa8b9784433573f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGJD2bN8N16v1RGtxPUheCyfpAAA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9fa8b9784433573f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333060632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8527964B8037E939DC2947BD4B958A8FD3B0997.1937D5C4C975149327B36BF226A3CB5D4D0701F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9fa8b9784433573f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGJD2bN8N16v1RGtxPUheCyfpAAA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jamiroquai - Virtual Insanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, if any of you have got some free time and a good ear, check out my boys &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;FOZZYS HERO&lt;/span&gt; this friday night. In the meantime, go request &lt;em&gt;'Killing Me Inside'&lt;/em&gt; on KROQ. Cheers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScQQCvx9uyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/R-VRA_SJfVo/s1600-h/FozzyHero031909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315391099575843618" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScQQCvx9uyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/R-VRA_SJfVo/s320/FozzyHero031909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-1276836540296547821?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9fa8b9784433573f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1276836540296547821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/music-week-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1276836540296547821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1276836540296547821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/music-week-day-3.html' title='Music Week: Day 3'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScQQCvx9uyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/R-VRA_SJfVo/s72-c/FozzyHero031909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-2660601542499928069</id><published>2009-03-18T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:22:52.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis-Conceptions</title><content type='html'>I've been through a lot these past couple years. And though I can't explain fully now I will say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a good person. A really good one.. One of the best. It's been confirmed besides my "conceitedness". And it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Zu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sunnyshine&lt;/span&gt;. I love you, mijas.&lt;br /&gt;~Puddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-2660601542499928069?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2660601542499928069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/mis-conceptionstions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2660601542499928069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/2660601542499928069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/mis-conceptionstions.html' title='Mis-Conceptions'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-614019120747069735</id><published>2009-03-17T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:26:10.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Week: Day 2/Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>Due to the fact that I believe &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Diddy&lt;/span&gt; and I share the same soul, and the fact that I wake up to about 40 unread text messages -like 35 of them coming from him via Twitter- I wanted to use him as inspiration for this week. This has been a really good week for me. Don't know why, just is. Unfortunately, I don't really think &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Diddy&lt;/span&gt; has an album that I believe coincides with this week (or any week for that matter. his shit is just not that good) so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScA5ROCOh1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/DiJU-3Okytc/s1600-h/RTD.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314310528285181778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScA5ROCOh1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/DiJU-3Okytc/s320/RTD.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notorious B.I.G. - Ready to Die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released September 13, 1994&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Intro&lt;br /&gt;2. Things Done Changed&lt;br /&gt;3. Gimmie The Loot&lt;br /&gt;4. Machine Gun Funk&lt;br /&gt;5. Warning&lt;br /&gt;6. Ready To Die&lt;br /&gt;7. One More Chance&lt;br /&gt;8. Fuck Me&lt;br /&gt;9. The What&lt;br /&gt;10. Juicy&lt;br /&gt;11. Everyday Struggles&lt;br /&gt;12. Me &amp;amp; My Bitch&lt;br /&gt;13. Big Poppa&lt;br /&gt;14. Respect&lt;br /&gt;15. Friend Of Mine&lt;br /&gt;16. Unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;17. Suicidal Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mention this album &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in my everyday life. This was one of the first albums that I really remember connecting with. Not on a content level cause most of the things &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Biggie &lt;/span&gt;spoke about, I was still unaware of. I didn't know crime, poverty, complex music, instant success. A lot of what drew me to this album was that &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; had the ability to rhyme in a way that brought you into his world firsthand along with serious '94 quality beats. On top of that, he's got some really good sampling going on here, lots of old school &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Curtis Mayfield&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Isaac Hayes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kool and the Gang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jackson 5&lt;/span&gt;... Every song is different, not very much stays the same and yet, he was always him; honest and true with a sense of like ability that made you want to recommend anything he was dishing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of this, like I mentioned before and that is why I highly advise: if you don't have this album, you deserve a slap in the face and a ride to the nearest record store (not &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, nor &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Best Buy&lt;/span&gt;, pleeeease).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salutations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-614019120747069735?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/614019120747069735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/album-of-week_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/614019120747069735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/614019120747069735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/album-of-week_17.html' title='Music Week: Day 2/Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/ScA5ROCOh1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/DiJU-3Okytc/s72-c/RTD.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4326446045607727352</id><published>2009-03-16T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:12:17.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Week: Day 1</title><content type='html'>So. My Week of Music. I've been wanting to do this for a long time but wasn't completely sure how to actually put it into words. However, I miss writing and I'm pretty good at it (when I need to be) thus, let's do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday: Billboards Top Hits of 1985&lt;/strong&gt; (The year of my birth. I was there for 19 days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1985 was on of the "worst" years for music. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. A lot of classic songs, most of them, I absolutely love(d). Plenty of good bands like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The Police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The Go-Gos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sugarhill&lt;/span&gt; Gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Devo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; breaking up (all of which reformed at some point in time). A lot of people still trying to "make it" and even more artists coming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 5 hits of 1985:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) We Are the World - USA for Africa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) A-Ha - Take on Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Foreigner - I Want to Know What Love Is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Tears For Fears - Shout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Madonna - Into the Groove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as an added bonus, I will add that the Number One single on the day of my birth was &lt;em&gt;Broken Wings&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mr. Mister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. A couple of my favorite Broadway hits were created/revived this year such as &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The King and I&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dames at Sea&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Singing in the Rain&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A Chorus Line&lt;/span&gt; came out on film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just cause I felt like googling more information than what I had in my head (I remember things according to time, 98% of today's blog came from my brain. Stand up and clap now) a couple artists that I wasn't aware of were born this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 20 - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yulia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Volkova&lt;/span&gt; of t.A.T.u.&lt;br /&gt;April 3 - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;May 10 - Ashley Poole of Dream&lt;br /&gt;July 17 - Tom Fletcher of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McFLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 3 - Holly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Arnstein&lt;/span&gt; of Dream&lt;br /&gt;September 23 - Diana Ortiz of Dream&lt;br /&gt;October 25 - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ciara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 10 - Raven-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Symoné&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 23 - Harry Judd of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;McFLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; thought this out better and written it more "profoundly" but, I'm in a rush. It's Road Trip night. Cheers, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4326446045607727352?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4326446045607727352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4326446045607727352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4326446045607727352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/so.html' title='Music Week: Day 1'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-9087978577923970110</id><published>2009-03-10T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:04:28.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck bitches'/><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>I was at a complete loss this week. I don't know what's wrong with me, my brain isn't functioning the way it ought to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so many albums in mind for this week that I couldn't seem to focus on one. I asked for suggestions and nothing came about so I ran to the person that I figured would kind of be on the same wavelength as I. Yes, Mr. C.V. And yes, the inquiry was unsuccessful (sent the text to someone other than him, Oy!) however, I stole him as my inspiration for this Album of the Week without him knowing. Cat's outta the bag now. Jaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this record was put out as a real attempt towards anything. It's got like 8 songs of which, in my opinion and mine alone, none should get any airplay. And there's no way my parents would have let me buy the cassette when it was released (LP released in early 80s, cassette in early 90s). Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SbgubqnmjUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/L_arHwfZ_sM/s1600-h/PrinceCV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312046813315239234" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SbgubqnmjUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/L_arHwfZ_sM/s320/PrinceCV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince - Controversy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LP Released November 1981&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cassette/CD Released October 25, 1990&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Controversy&lt;br /&gt;2. Sexuality&lt;br /&gt;3. Do Me, Baby&lt;br /&gt;4. Private Joy&lt;br /&gt;5. Ronnie, Talk To Russia&lt;br /&gt;6. Let's Work&lt;br /&gt;7. Annie Christian&lt;br /&gt;8. Jack U Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say I love this album, I'm not even going to hint at you to go find it anywhere. I guess the reason I decided on it was:&lt;br /&gt;A) C.V clearly had a major influence on me and&lt;br /&gt;B) not many people know it's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally prefer some of Prince's mid 80s albums and don't really like many of his newer ones (&lt;em&gt;Musicology&lt;/em&gt;, anyone?? ugh!). He does speak on some "important issues" (I wasn't really aware of political issues in '85, sorry) and still gives you a lil bit of sexy to pound in the sack to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days from now and counting... Hope for my a week long review (business day week, not sure if I have the will power for 7 full days) of music. I've selected a time frame, some top hits and unknown faves to expose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's excited? I'm excited. You are too. Holler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-9087978577923970110?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/9087978577923970110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-at-complete-loss-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/9087978577923970110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/9087978577923970110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-at-complete-loss-this-week.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SbgubqnmjUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/L_arHwfZ_sM/s72-c/PrinceCV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-5201002129617188043</id><published>2009-03-08T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:56:14.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeeeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No more bullshit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now's the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;get ready, bitches. I'm comin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-5201002129617188043?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5201002129617188043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-yeeeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5201002129617188043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/5201002129617188043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-yeeeah.html' title='Oh Yeeeah.'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-3448097929572387774</id><published>2009-03-04T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:54:08.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Aint So Bad at All</title><content type='html'>This morning, I woke up at 4am and decided it would be a grand day for an early morning Beach Run. Got there just before sunrise, my favorite time of day, and headed off. Best day I've had all week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lowkey&lt;/span&gt; throwing in these 2 albums as my faves for the week cause seriously, the beach, in the rain, at sunrise... you can't get anything better than that and these albums went perfectly with my morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sa8AkamIV-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2A_tFnHgg_w/s1600-h/OffTheWall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309463111307646946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sa8AkamIV-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2A_tFnHgg_w/s320/OffTheWall2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt; Jackson - Off the Wall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LP Released... I wanna say mid 1979. I don't know, I wasn't there but mos def in 79&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough&lt;br /&gt;2. Rock With You&lt;br /&gt;3. Working Day and Night&lt;br /&gt;4. Get on the Floor&lt;br /&gt;5. Off the Wall&lt;br /&gt;6. Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;7. She's Out of My Life&lt;br /&gt;8. I Can't Help It&lt;br /&gt;9. It's the Falling in Love&lt;br /&gt;10. Burn This Disco Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can't go wrong with songs like &lt;em&gt;'Girlfriend'&lt;/em&gt; written by one of the best, Mr. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;'She's Out of My Life'&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Stevie&lt;/span&gt; effing &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wonder&lt;/span&gt;. So so so so good. If someone would just play &lt;em&gt;'Don't Stop Til You Get Enough'&lt;/em&gt; at the club, just once. I think I'd lose my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt; mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309463581897391874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sa8A_zrd_wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/34Knp-hA36o/s320/CrazySexyCool.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TLC - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CrazySexyCool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released November 15, 1994&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Intro-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Creep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Kick Your Game&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Diggin&lt;/span&gt;' On You&lt;br /&gt;5. Case Of The Fake People&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CrazySexyCool&lt;/span&gt;-Interlude&lt;br /&gt;7. Red Light Special&lt;br /&gt;8. Waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;9. Intermission-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Let's Do it Again&lt;br /&gt;11. If I Was Your Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;12. Sexy-Interlude&lt;br /&gt;13. Take Our Time&lt;br /&gt;14. Can I Get A Witness-Interlude&lt;br /&gt;15. Switch&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sumthin&lt;/span&gt;' Wicked This Way Comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone that knows me, I guess you'll know right now too, knows that my soul is stuck in 1991-1994 Hip Hop and R&amp;amp;B. I remember being late to school many a time cause I'd wait for the &lt;em&gt;'Diggin On You'&lt;/em&gt; video to play on BET/MTV/The Box. I honestly think it was one of the best times for evolving Urban music. The generation before was the birth/creation process, these few years (and a few later, I'd say til about 97) was when Urban music was evolving and about 98 til now is the result of all that. Def one of my favorite albums, I could listen to this nonstop while cleaning my house *Sexy Time Status* or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; it up on the floor cause my headboard's too loud. Perf!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please Please Please (Fiona &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;reference&lt;/span&gt;, anyone??) please go get these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;albums&lt;/span&gt; if you don't have them. No one should go through life without them. Cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-3448097929572387774?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3448097929572387774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-aint-so-bad-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3448097929572387774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3448097929572387774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-aint-so-bad-at-all.html' title='Life Aint So Bad at All'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sa8AkamIV-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2A_tFnHgg_w/s72-c/OffTheWall2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-8156316492485499238</id><published>2009-03-03T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:53:32.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>When it came time to consider the album of this week, I was a bit lost. In my mind, it should be U2 because they've got a new album out today and they don't seem to wanna die off anytime soon and I admire that. However, I'm not excited for &lt;em&gt;"No Line on the Horizon".&lt;/em&gt; Not really sure why, I'm just not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that new music is failing us lately. We can't just leave the game up to the few 5-10 artists that still retain quality. I'm going to need something better to come out of the woodwork. Which is where the inspiration for this album of the week came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Light Grenades&lt;/i&gt;. Not the best album. In most cases, not a very good album. Amazing concert. For seriously, Sheila and I got to see it front row center, one of the best I've ever been to. I decided on this album as the pick of the week mostly because it's one of those things that you know isn't great but it still sounds really good when you're driving around in the middle of the night. It's awesome for that road trip to the beach or the Saturday morning "Clean Your Room" fest. One of those feel good guilty pleasure albums. And maybe Winter 06 was just a really good time in my life cause here we are again. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sa2vsrmHuII/AAAAAAAAAEA/0ehHRonivbM/s1600-h/LightGrenades.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309092717891401858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sa2vsrmHuII/AAAAAAAAAEA/0ehHRonivbM/s320/LightGrenades.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incubus - Light Grenades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released November 28, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quicksand&lt;br /&gt;2. A Kiss To Send Us Off&lt;br /&gt;3. Dig&lt;br /&gt;4. Anna Molly&lt;br /&gt;5. Love Hurts&lt;br /&gt;6. Light Grenades&lt;br /&gt;7. Earth To Bella (Part I)&lt;br /&gt;8. Oil And Water&lt;br /&gt;9. Diamonds And Coal&lt;br /&gt;10. Rogues&lt;br /&gt;11. Paper Shoes&lt;br /&gt;12. Pendulous Threads&lt;br /&gt;13. Earth To Bella (Part II)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just a heads up, I think # 5 (Love Hurts) is probably one of the worst songs ever written by this band. Also... I remixed Earth to Bella (both parts; mixed then combined) for one of my music classes and I must say, that shit was pretty hot. If you don't have this album, please go get it. Or burn it from a friend. Or illegally download it. Whatever, give it a try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-8156316492485499238?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8156316492485499238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/album-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8156316492485499238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/8156316492485499238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/album-of-week.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sa2vsrmHuII/AAAAAAAAAEA/0ehHRonivbM/s72-c/LightGrenades.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-3807074495511003850</id><published>2009-02-27T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:53:50.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Week</title><content type='html'>I'm a couple days late, meant to post this Tuesday. My bizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album has been out for quite a while now so I find it quite odd that I'd pick this album to be my "Album of the Week". Maybe cause it came out on my birthday and after waiting in line at the Price is Right, (Bob Barker and I have the same birthday. I made us shirts) then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blazin&lt;/span&gt; with Ozzy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mels&lt;/span&gt;, I walked around Second Spin stoned as fuck looking for this bitch. "Good Times". I try so hard to get off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jeezy's&lt;/span&gt; nuts but &lt;em&gt;this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; right here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Hot damn. I love it. For seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sah7vAhlbKI/AAAAAAAAADw/ycgkMCqQbf8/s1600-h/Jeezy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307628208381062306" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sah7vAhlbKI/AAAAAAAAADw/ycgkMCqQbf8/s320/Jeezy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jeezy&lt;/span&gt; - The Inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Thug Motivation: 102 for all you bootleggers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released December 12, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Hypnotize (Intro)&lt;br /&gt;2. Still On It&lt;br /&gt;3. U Know What It Is&lt;br /&gt;4. J.E.E.Z.Y&lt;br /&gt;5. I Luv It&lt;br /&gt;6. Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Getta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(ft. R.Kelly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. 3 A.M &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(ft. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Timbaland&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Realest&lt;br /&gt;9. Streets On Lock&lt;br /&gt;10. Bury Me A G&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dreamin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(ft. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Keyshia&lt;/span&gt; Cole)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. What You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Talkin&lt;/span&gt;' Bout&lt;br /&gt;13. Keep It Gangsta &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(ft. USDA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. Mr. 17.5&lt;br /&gt;15. I Got Money &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(ft. T.I.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The Inspiration (Follow Me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bonus Tracks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. I Do This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. Hood Rat &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(ft. Three 6 Mafia and Project Pat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some really good producers on this album. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shawty&lt;/span&gt; Redd, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Timbaland&lt;/span&gt;... And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; a grip of sampling going on here. Clearly #4 (&lt;em&gt;'J.E.E.Z.Y.'&lt;/em&gt;) is my favorite. Cause "Janet like to drank, Janet like to smoke, Janet don't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nathan&lt;/span&gt; bout no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; coke..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys don't have this album, I suggest you get it, STAT. Then go get &lt;b&gt;"The Recession"&lt;/b&gt; if you don't have it. That shit is hot too... And my President is black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-3807074495511003850?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3807074495511003850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/02/album-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3807074495511003850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/3807074495511003850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/02/album-of-week.html' title='Album of the Week'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/Sah7vAhlbKI/AAAAAAAAADw/ycgkMCqQbf8/s72-c/Jeezy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-6225136306289223040</id><published>2009-02-25T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:23:26.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huddle Up</title><content type='html'>If you really knew me, you would know... that I love Musicals. Live, soundtrack, films, whatever. I love everything about them. I believe my life should be a Broadway Musical and plan to hire someone to play trumpets whenever I enter a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;GPriest&lt;/span&gt; bought us tickets to see RENT. Anyone who knows me knows that's probably the easiest way to my heart. We'll see how it all works out cause some of you know how Wicked went down (he bought us tickets then we broke up and he sold them on CraigsList without telling me. bastard!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while mentally running down my list of favorite Musicals, I decided that I'd like to make a black version of Wicked. Like The Wiz but better cause this time, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Michael J&lt;/span&gt; would be the yellow brick road and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Seany J&lt;/span&gt; would be the Scarecrow/Director/Choreographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of black versions of things, I'm gettin a weave. To get in touch with my "roots". Holler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-6225136306289223040?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6225136306289223040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/02/huddle-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6225136306289223040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/6225136306289223040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/02/huddle-up.html' title='Huddle Up'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-1686896273021680334</id><published>2009-02-24T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:28:00.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Way</title><content type='html'>For some reason (meaning I had an idea put into my head that I didn't create on my own...) I've been singing &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Usher's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;'My Way'&lt;/em&gt; all day.. Of all songs in the world. I want to blame &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Douche &lt;/span&gt;cause he's the only one I talked to today but then again, I think &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;C.V&lt;/span&gt; mentioned &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Usher&lt;/span&gt; amongst his Beyonce phone call rave. Still not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contimplated music a lot today. Like why is Lady Gaga on rotation at 4 different radio stations that are playing in my car right now but I'm still "broke"?? And why aren't the people&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;believe in getting their shit put out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;BMore&lt;/span&gt; challenged me to music trivia today and I failed the first question "A song sampled by &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Puff Daddy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mase&lt;/span&gt; was then later sampled by &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ice Cube&lt;/span&gt;. Name the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ice Cube&lt;/span&gt; song..." Seriously, &lt;em&gt;'Check Yo Self'&lt;/em&gt;. Which I should have been aware of thanks to the CLTs at Hollywoodland "Check Yo Seeeeelf!!" (Only like 3 of you would understand that last statement. I miss Camp like no other.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been slackin on my pimpin. And more importantly, I believe the industry is lacking content. I no longer get that feeling like when &lt;em&gt;'Ready to Die'&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;'Chronic 2001'&lt;/em&gt; dropped and had every nigga from the block blasting it at the courts on Saturdays.... That feeling where things are good, talent is being showcased, and the hope for a better musical future was at stake. Like when I was 14, forging fake absent notes and waking up early Tuesday mornings excited to go cop that new shit. And being happy with the fact that hip hop was still alive (&lt;em&gt;Miseducation of Lauryn Hill&lt;/em&gt;, anyone? Tell me you weren't excited for that shit 10 days after listening to it nonstop). I miss that, I want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this uber close friend, which I'm sure I'll go into detail about later but, he always gave me hope that music was evolving (&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/midnightview"&gt;Neva. Check him out, or not...&lt;/a&gt;). Creating, producing, enticing, exciting. I used to feel that no matter what, things would be good. Now I feel like anything that's being made is being put out. I don't agree with that. "Artists" should only put out their best shit for others to listen to. There should be nothing but Top Notch quality on the shelves right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were up to me, the guy with skills selling his shit out a trunk and posting free downloads via Myspace would get what he deserves... Thats the world I want to live in. Thats what this world needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~JMB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-1686896273021680334?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1686896273021680334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1686896273021680334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/1686896273021680334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-way.html' title='My Way'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-4052337644776935015</id><published>2009-02-22T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:55:58.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12+1 then 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I first met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JTor&lt;/span&gt; after a friend's show at the Cobalt. We discussed the navy and good wine. He was carrying a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thievery&lt;/span&gt; Corporation CD in his pocket. Clearly, I was intrigued (Have you heard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thievery&lt;/span&gt; Corporation? Anyone smart enough to carry this around in their pocket must be an interesting individual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, when compiling some of my favorite albums of all times, the night I met him came to mind. I won't go into too much detail of the evening for the fear of exposing myself in a way that I am not ready for but I will say this; we still talk. He's the reason I blog here and not somewhere else and I'm glad I know him. And he owes me a Hollywood Thai Massage with a happy ending...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to mention Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BMore&lt;/span&gt;. I love this guy but wouldn't normally admit that for fear of coming off as "weird" (most people don't understand the many forms of love but he's pretty awesome and I kinda hope he's not reading this :-/). He reminds me of good music. I think I'd like to name him as the inspiration for this blog (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;). Now on to the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorite albums of all times. Not in any particular order and by no means are any my "favorite" because I have yet to figure out if I even have a favorite album. I'm listing Fiona first because til this day, it's one of my favorites to listen to often and still my favorite gift to buy people. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHVPNWxuAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NnDA-dhkH38/s1600-h/Fiona.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305756293279102978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHVPNWxuAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NnDA-dhkH38/s320/Fiona.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiona Apple - Extraordinary Machine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released: October 4, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHVn1EePxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bo1-hbU3HpI/s1600-h/Aaliyah-one-in-a-million.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305756716256608018" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHVn1EePxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bo1-hbU3HpI/s320/Aaliyah-one-in-a-million.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaliyah - One in a Million&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released August 27, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHV4DMcmgI/AAAAAAAAABA/h2L98bqWk78/s1600-h/Pharcyde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305756994926057986" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHV4DMcmgI/AAAAAAAAABA/h2L98bqWk78/s320/Pharcyde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pharcyde&lt;/span&gt; - Bizarre Ride to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pharcyde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released: November 30, 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaLyfyYcS7I/AAAAAAAAADI/tlg1A_TJbrk/s1600-h/de_loused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306069938910022578" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaLyfyYcS7I/AAAAAAAAADI/tlg1A_TJbrk/s320/de_loused.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mars Volta - De-Loused in the Comatorium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released: June 24, 2003&lt;br /&gt;(I originally posted 'Frances the Mute' but this album is better and BMore introduced me to it so it only seems right)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHWyc7f0MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RlY94Xbq1WE/s1600-h/ATCQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305757998266699970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHWyc7f0MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RlY94Xbq1WE/s320/ATCQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Tribe Called Quest - People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released: April 17, 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHXQUILJgI/AAAAAAAAABY/GN3nnJeeQCQ/s1600-h/808s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305758511300027906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHXQUILJgI/AAAAAAAAABY/GN3nnJeeQCQ/s320/808s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; West - 808s and Heartbreak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released: October 6, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHYZ35js-I/AAAAAAAAABg/cjFvwjbXxkI/s1600-h/Rubber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305759775032849378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHYZ35js-I/AAAAAAAAABg/cjFvwjbXxkI/s320/Rubber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beatles - Rubber Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released sometime in 1965&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(December 6, 1965 so says google)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHZtaiweCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JdDWHip5cTg/s1600-h/mana-amar-es-combatir1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305761210261600290" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHZtaiweCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JdDWHip5cTg/s320/mana-amar-es-combatir1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mana&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt; Es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Combatir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Released August&lt;/span&gt; 22, 2006 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHZtFU44FI/AAAAAAAAACI/L8D9HBBk4zE/s1600-h/ISO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305761204566286418" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHZtFU44FI/AAAAAAAAACI/L8D9HBBk4zE/s320/ISO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N.E.R.D. - In Search Of...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released March 12, 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(release debatable due to discontinuing then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;re releasing&lt;/span&gt; in the US)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHZs9WquHI/AAAAAAAAACA/9k2HTIF-g3w/s1600-h/incubus-morning-view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305761202426263666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHZs9WquHI/AAAAAAAAACA/9k2HTIF-g3w/s320/incubus-morning-view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incubus - Morning View&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released October 23, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHZsVfmQSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nyEOP94Uckc/s1600-h/shakira-fijacion-oral-vol-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305761191726301474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHZsVfmQSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nyEOP94Uckc/s320/shakira-fijacion-oral-vol-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shakira&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Fijacion&lt;/span&gt; Oral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released June 7, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHZarmQsUI/AAAAAAAAABw/Xa9pjRwpXQM/s1600-h/XY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305760888422183234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHZarmQsUI/AAAAAAAAABw/Xa9pjRwpXQM/s320/XY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; - X&amp;amp;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released June 7, 2005 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I remember leaving the P-Dub on my "lunch break" and not clocking out til I returned an hour and a half later just to buy these two albums)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHZG6Tb6uI/AAAAAAAAABo/XbOcviSmiWw/s1600-h/BOBS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305760548772375266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHZG6Tb6uI/AAAAAAAAABo/XbOcviSmiWw/s320/BOBS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mos Def - Black on Both Sides&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Released October&lt;/span&gt; 12, 1999&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And just because... These are 4 of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;LPs&lt;/span&gt; I wake up to almost every day of the week (a different one every day but these 4 tend to get put back into the record player the most often).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHd-sxvjnI/AAAAAAAAACw/SqykjpSIaAw/s1600-h/LP_Prince_Purple_Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305765905260580466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHd-sxvjnI/AAAAAAAAACw/SqykjpSIaAw/s320/LP_Prince_Purple_Rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince - Purple Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released July 17, 1984&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHd-s3EMGI/AAAAAAAAACo/aXDKAMGyzvA/s1600-h/EWF.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305765905282904162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHd-s3EMGI/AAAAAAAAACo/aXDKAMGyzvA/s320/EWF.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earth Wind and Fire - Gratitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released 1975&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHd-X9VO3I/AAAAAAAAACg/LQdTDhagiCQ/s1600-h/Stevie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305765899672042354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHd-X9VO3I/AAAAAAAAACg/LQdTDhagiCQ/s320/Stevie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stevie Wonder - Songs in the Key of Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released 1976&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHd-UfEdAI/AAAAAAAAACY/op6Wtvgwu1o/s1600-h/Whodini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305765898739807234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHd-UfEdAI/AAAAAAAAACY/op6Wtvgwu1o/s320/Whodini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Whodini&lt;/span&gt; - Escape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Released 1984&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you don't have all or any of these, pick out 3 and go get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30141661080244626-4052337644776935015?l=jmbuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4052337644776935015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4052337644776935015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30141661080244626/posts/default/4052337644776935015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmbuckett.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-12.html' title='12+1 then 4'/><author><name>JMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464331645298482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/S6wOR1X_V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9yZ-GJ4YNP0/S220/BDay11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfGZ81lHgVY/SaHVPNWxuAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NnDA-dhkH38/s72-c/Fiona.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30141661080244626.post-6042241887296844034</id><published>2009-02-20T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:57:37.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re- Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3/19/09 12:57AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally had a bunch of blogs about me and my life and my insanity. They have been moved. 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