<?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-3219855</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:12:17.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>memage(what the hell does that mean?)</title><subtitle type='html'>Disclaimer:: what's posted in this blog is the semi-sarcastic comments of a woman we're not sure is completely sane, or serious.  Read at your own risk...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110843770546162241</id><published>2005-02-14T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:34:03.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><summary type='text'>The new site launches March 6th, 2005, and I need to get busy.  Meanwhile, read the archives, email me your site ideas &amp; feedback, or just sit on your thumbs &amp; keep lurking.  When I come back, I'm coming back to:http://www.sagaciously.net...shhh...it's coming...3/6/05...I promise...     ;-)UPDATE: the site went live March 6, 2005.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110843770546162241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110843770546162241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110843770546162241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110843770546162241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/02/hiatus.html' title='&lt;b&gt;hiatus&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110813435332102051</id><published>2005-02-11T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T10:21:12.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40 hours/week of ridiculousness</title><summary type='text'>So, it's performance evaluation &amp; promotion time!  That's right party-people - time for my project managers &amp; leads to roll out the bullshyt carpet, and lay on another layer, to keep folks from walking out of the building when they announce which member of the brown-noser-of-the-month club got kicked upstairs this year.  Whoopee!Seriously though - and fyi, it's really not the hormones talking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110813435332102051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110813435332102051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110813435332102051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110813435332102051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/02/40-hoursweek-of-ridiculousness.html' title='&lt;b&gt;40 hours/week of ridiculousness&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110797400343583715</id><published>2005-02-09T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T13:33:23.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>critical mass - the de-lurker edition.</title><summary type='text'>I need a self-employment strategy.As you should already well-know, I'm the single parent of a handicapped child.  Along with the pressures of single motherhood, stresses of working for a Fortune 5, and general life pressures, I have the added stress of dealing with his disabilities.  Add to that my living in a soon-to-be-gentrified-still-impoverished area, and the choices for daycare/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110797400343583715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110797400343583715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110797400343583715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110797400343583715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/02/critical-mass-de-lurker-edition.html' title='&lt;b&gt;critical mass - the de-lurker edition.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110779771832067060</id><published>2005-02-07T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T12:35:18.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend update - 2/07/05</title><summary type='text'>the entire list is pretty much baconstraw - and makes about as much sense as a straw made of baconBakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.baconstraw with E:: the King of early morning Poo Jokes (who heretofore shall be referred to as the King of Poo)6AM:: bootleg cell phone calls "Can you hear me now?"  HELL NO!!!7AM:: the King of Poo: "I sharted"10AM:: Java &amp; a steaming Heap with the King of Poo the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110779771832067060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110779771832067060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110779771832067060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110779771832067060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/02/weekend-update-20705.html' title='&lt;b&gt;weekend update - 2/07/05&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110774078701611389</id><published>2005-02-06T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:46:27.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the 101 list update II</title><summary type='text'>I updated the 101 in 1001 and I'm learning some things about myself::Not becoming an evil, vengeful bitch when I get pissed off is easier said than done.  Even if it's in my best interests.I have excellent intentions. And my follow-thru (when it comes to treating MYSELF better that is) sucks.Nappy.  Definitely.  Period.I'm being too easily influenced by negative things in my life, and I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110774078701611389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110774078701611389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110774078701611389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110774078701611389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/02/101-list-update-ii.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the 101 list update II&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110728822940140938</id><published>2005-02-01T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T15:03:49.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crabs in a barrel</title><summary type='text'>a Leroy-ism::  "If you put three black people in a room together, two of them will get together to talk about the third."Sidebar about the Leroy-isms:  my daddy, although a H.S. dropout, could be rather bourgeois - hence my penchant for $500 Louis Vitton words - he would accept no less.  So, he was full of comments related to Capitalism, classism, and navigating this inherently racist framework</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110728822940140938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110728822940140938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110728822940140938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110728822940140938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/02/crabs-in-barrel.html' title='&lt;b&gt;crabs in a barrel&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110714004099991162</id><published>2005-01-30T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:54:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend update 1/31/05 - the house jawn</title><summary type='text'>...isn't she the cutest?Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.Ice storm in Atlanta chills traffic, shuts down the airport, and clears the streets. Except for Leah (pic above) - she's been cleared to drive in the snow!And I really want my fellow Atliens to just stay home.  Really.but my stubborn Buffalonian a$$ ventured out regardless...To a baby shower &amp; a slumber party. Ah, to be young &amp; fertile </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110714004099991162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110714004099991162' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110714004099991162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110714004099991162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/weekend-update-13105-house-jawn.html' title='&lt;b&gt;weekend update 1/31/05 - the house jawn&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110704898296715943</id><published>2005-01-29T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T09:18:08.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend snow update</title><summary type='text'>I'm forgoing the normal update for this public service announcement.IT FRIGGIN SNOWED IN ATLANTA!!!Ok, you say - no biggie.  Well, here's the thing.  People in general, but southerners in particular, are ill-equipped to deal with ice &amp; snow.  I think there are only 3 actual snow plows in the entire state of Georgia.  And while the Buffalonian in me can snicker (a lil) at most Georgians </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110704898296715943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110704898296715943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110704898296715943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110704898296715943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/weekend-snow-update.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;weekend&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;snow&lt;/i&gt; update&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110669571884546803</id><published>2005-01-25T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:18:14.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the music meme</title><summary type='text'>thanks to TK for tagging me.  And you, kind reader...You're NEXT!!!Random 10:"Meant to Be" - Kindred"Cold" - Crossfade"Superwoman" - Stevie Wonder "One Thing" - Amerie"Beyond" - Amel Larrieux"I Tried" - Talib Kweli ft. Mary J. Blige"Stay This Way" - Brand New Heavies"Moonstreams" - Grover Washington "A.D. 2000" - Erykah Badu"Ride" - UsherWhat is the total amount of music files on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110669571884546803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110669571884546803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110669571884546803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110669571884546803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/music-meme.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the music meme&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110659443386598290</id><published>2005-01-24T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:24:05.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend update &lt;&lt; romantic update?</title><summary type='text'>The weekend was boring - more househunting, so no point in even going over that.However, I've been keeping this underwraps for a sec, but I have a romantic muse. Yes, a coupla other folks crawled out of the woodwork: "what?! you stopped dating?!  I was gonna get at you, but _____".  However, this guy is, different.  Not different in a "yeah, all men are dogs, but this guy isn't because..." kind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110659443386598290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110659443386598290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110659443386598290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110659443386598290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/weekend-update-romantic-update.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;weekend update&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;&lt; romantic update?'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110634183708615904</id><published>2005-01-21T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T16:10:37.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spongebob is gay?</title><summary type='text'>This would be hilarious if it wasn't so damn scary.  The conservative right is ranting about the "homosexual agenda" again, and apparently Spongebob is the target.  Or should I say , the perpetrator:Focus on Family:  "Dr. Dobson is concerned that these popular animated personalities are being exploited by an organization that's determined to promote the acceptance of homosexuality among our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110634183708615904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110634183708615904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110634183708615904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110634183708615904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/spongebob-is-gay.html' title='&lt;b&gt;spongebob is gay?&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110628537087115290</id><published>2005-01-21T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T00:29:30.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my son</title><summary type='text'>I've hesitated to write about Hammy (not his real name), because frankly I doubted that I could do him justice.  My son is so many things, that it's hard to even begin to describe him.He is pure, uncomplicated, unsullied and unadulterated joy.  He's more intelligent than I ever imagined he'd be.  His kisses are only slightly sweeter than his bear hugs, and he's affectionate with just about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110628537087115290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110628537087115290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110628537087115290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110628537087115290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-son.html' title='&lt;b&gt;my son&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110627488847792934</id><published>2005-01-20T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T00:50:02.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the domain is mine!!!</title><summary type='text'>http://www.sagaciously.netSo, what would you like to see there...?   Your ideas, comments, designs, storyboards, illustrations, donations are welcomed, encouraged, solicited..etc...etc......and um, yeah - just when u thought my posts weren't already sparse enough, I bite off even more than I can chew...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110627488847792934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110627488847792934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110627488847792934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110627488847792934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/domain-is-mine.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the domain is mine!!!&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110627356662930463</id><published>2005-01-20T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T21:33:41.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the 101 list update</title><summary type='text'>Yeah...yeah...yeah.  I said monthly, but I figured if I waited that long, y'all would lose interest.  Hell, I almost did.So, the original 101 tasks list &amp; explanation is here.  I'm just hitting the highlights: #19. workout some kind of visitation schedule with Hammy's sperm donor. &lt;- this is not going well.  I opened the door, and not only is he not walking in, but his sorry a$$ asked me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110627356662930463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110627356662930463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110627356662930463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110627356662930463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/101-list-update.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the 101 list update&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110626997851461550</id><published>2005-01-20T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:12:58.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MB &amp; my "A" Game</title><summary type='text'>So, I know I've been kind of MIA lately.  School restarted, and I have A's on my mind.&lt;sigh&gt;Let me preface this by saying, I know I'm intelligent.  I know I have developed decent study habits, and I know I have the capacity to truly excel in not just grad school, but Business School, and even Business School at a Nationally Ranked University.However (you knew this was coming) - the path my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110626997851461550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110626997851461550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110626997851461550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110626997851461550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/mb-my-game.html' title='&lt;b&gt;MB &amp; my &quot;A&quot; Game&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110593063770705914</id><published>2005-01-16T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T22:03:40.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend update 1/17/05</title><summary type='text'>the weekend update: you're getting it early, 'cause I'se tired...Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.spent 4+ hours stuck in Atlanta traffic.  I could've driven to Florida instead...crashed and got 12+ hours of sleep...got my hair braided.  why is it that stylists can't braid, and braiders cannot style?picked up some gear &amp; accesories, and put the twinz on display for...Queen Mia's Birthday party!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110593063770705914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110593063770705914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110593063770705914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110593063770705914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/weekend-update-11705.html' title='&lt;b&gt;weekend update 1/17/05&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110573609051166002</id><published>2005-01-14T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T15:58:56.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>task#19 - the sperm donor jawn</title><summary type='text'>the sperm donor is FL, and his chronicles are here, as well as here,  and also here.  And this is how we got to where we are now.So, December 30th 2004 - I ain't studying his a$$.  F&amp;ck 'im - I gotta keep it moving.  Then folks   inspire me   with their 101, and I gotta fill up all those tasks...If you don't know what this is, take a look.The thing is - that list is organic, and has a life of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110573609051166002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110573609051166002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110573609051166002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110573609051166002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/task19-sperm-donor-jawn.html' title='&lt;b&gt;task#19 - the sperm donor jawn&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110567133306446792</id><published>2005-01-13T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:05:06.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how to lose visitation...</title><summary type='text'>so, I've been furiously working on #19, and I've made some progress.  But before I can update you on how I'm managing to get the sperm donor to see his son, I have to tell you real quick how he came to not seeing his son.And if you're not familiar with what a piece of work this dude is, you can read all about   the sperm donor's     exploit's right here.  Now I don't want to paint a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110567133306446792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110567133306446792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110567133306446792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110567133306446792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-to-lose-visitation.html' title='&lt;b&gt;how to lose visitation...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110541132655987991</id><published>2005-01-10T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:42:06.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>zen and Q, the Art of Work</title><summary type='text'>I'm prepping for the move, so I'm cleaning - and I came across some pins that I earned at work.  One year of service, Employee of the Month, Company anniversary, that sort of thing.  I typically acknowlege all of these with the same thought: "hmph...they could've saved some scratch, and given us all bigger raises...".  So last week, my old project manager (who can barely purse his lips together </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110541132655987991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110541132655987991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110541132655987991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110541132655987991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/zen-and-q-art-of-work.html' title='&lt;b&gt;zen and Q, the Art of Work&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110538911116259979</id><published>2005-01-10T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:07:10.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend update - 1/10/05</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej....in no particular order...I met the Artist, Redux.  Intelligent, funny, sexy, etc..etc. which forced me to...redo the List - still 101, but there's been a slight changeI'm workin out y'all - and I'm hating the treadmill, recumbent bike AND the sidewalkI'm eating healthy y'all - and I have the heartburn &amp; gas to prove it8+ glasses/day = one pissy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110538911116259979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110538911116259979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110538911116259979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110538911116259979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/weekend-update-11005.html' title='&lt;b&gt;weekend update - 1/10/05&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110528453369738583</id><published>2005-01-09T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T10:28:53.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the list, revisited</title><summary type='text'>okokok, so I was bitter and pissy, and this one was more than a little unrealistic:9. take a 365-day break from datingas, EJ so casually yet accurately pointed out to me "yeah, when you stop looking, that's normally when people come out of the woodwork...".  So, along with having some remarkable conversations with The Artist II(the remix), I went on another date with the Computer Geek.A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110528453369738583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110528453369738583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110528453369738583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110528453369738583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/list-revisited.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the list, revisited&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110510846401600453</id><published>2005-01-07T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T09:35:06.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>steppin out on faith...</title><summary type='text'>So, I found the house I want, and I'm working with a lender to secure the financing.  I terminated my lease today (ends 2/28/05), and I'm working on a backup habitation plan just in case this whole thing doesn't work the way I planned.I'm terrified.  Period.Someone send me a virtual hug &amp; tell me it's gonna be alright, y'all heard?  I sorely need it....I always hated that stupid phrase...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110510846401600453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110510846401600453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110510846401600453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110510846401600453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/steppin-out-on-faith.html' title='&lt;b&gt;steppin out on faith...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110502864426772907</id><published>2005-01-06T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T11:24:04.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why I love black men...</title><summary type='text'>So, of course since I decided to give up dating, guys are crawling out of the woodwork (allegedly), to get at me.  I'm sticking to my guns.  But in case you're wondering why I'm giving up not just the nookie, but the dates as well, here's your answer.I love black men. I've said this before, but I'll say it again. Love them.  Love the way they talk, the way they walk, they way they smell, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110502864426772907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110502864426772907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110502864426772907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110502864426772907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-i-love-black-men.html' title='&lt;b&gt;why I love black men...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110480852661565977</id><published>2005-01-03T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:17:25.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation update</title><summary type='text'>the weekend vacation update: yes, I've been too lazy to post, so you get a consolidated 2 fer this week ;-)Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.more househunting, found the dreamhouse, and my budget left me wanting.  Maybe next time.X-MAS: cooked too much, ate too much, slept too little. Family good cheer abounded.met 3 "good catches" (their words) online, who (being the gentlemen that they were) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110480852661565977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110480852661565977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110480852661565977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110480852661565977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/vacation-update.html' title='&lt;b&gt;vacation update&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110480236241506688</id><published>2005-01-03T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:09:15.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the last 4 a$$holes of 2004</title><summary type='text'>Ah, we never tire of dating drama, and online dating services seem to have an ample supply of it.  Without further ado:A$$hole Number 1 - The Pic Stealer:: found on Yahoo, after I perused his profile, "I'd describe myself as simple, but elegant; soft-spoken, but out-spoken; direct, but romantic; gregarious, but discerning; selectively eloquent; blah...blah...blah", I decided to look at his pics</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110480236241506688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110480236241506688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110480236241506688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110480236241506688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-4-aholes-of-2004.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the last 4 a$$holes of 2004&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110459316691895520</id><published>2005-01-01T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:13:54.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>101 tasks in 1001 days</title><summary type='text'>Aight, I've seen this on Karsh's page, and then EJ &amp; I talked about it.  Sounds more painful AND rewarding than a New Year's resolution, and who am I to pass up rewarding pain?The Mission: Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days.The Criteria: Tasks must be specific (i.e. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110459316691895520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110459316691895520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110459316691895520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110459316691895520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/101-tasks-in-1001-days.html' title='&lt;b&gt;101 tasks in 1001 days&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110456154954384816</id><published>2005-01-01T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T01:39:09.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>then you gotta Breathe...</title><summary type='text'>oh yeah - first off - Happy Friggin New Year!!!Aight, now that I got that out, I gotta few things to share with a few folks.  And FYI, I gotta bottle of Korbel lubricating the er - sharing, if ya know what I mean.  So this is an idea I got from Fave, who got it from xquizzyt1, who got it from Fran, but I also saw it on Elle's page and so on...and so on...I opened up my heart to you, something</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110456154954384816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110456154954384816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110456154954384816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110456154954384816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2005/01/then-you-gotta-breathe.html' title='&lt;b&gt;then you gotta Breathe...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110434216847550938</id><published>2004-12-29T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T12:42:48.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mini-hiatus</title><summary type='text'>Ah yes, I haven't posted for an incredibly lofty, esoteric reason:Ok, I'm just a lazy ass.I'm on vacation, and frankly typing makes me tired.  So, no Weekend updates, no memes - hell, I may not even do a 2004 recap, or best of before we ring in the new year.  I'm just too trifling.  Me is chillin', Hammy is chillin', what more can I say, top-billin'...that's what we get...aight, enuff - my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110434216847550938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110434216847550938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110434216847550938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110434216847550938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/mini-hiatus.html' title='&lt;b&gt;mini-hiatus&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110398816597462375</id><published>2004-12-25T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T10:22:45.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Yes Virginia - there is some Christmas cheer...the combination of nutmeg, thyme and freshly cut wrapping paper did it...lol.  Merry Christmas y'all!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110398816597462375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110398816597462375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110398816597462375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110398816597462375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title='&lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110385695964456565</id><published>2004-12-23T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T21:55:59.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-X-Mas Blues</title><summary type='text'>The holidays are always a hard time for me.  I started not to post this, but someone reminded me - I don't write for my audience, I write for me.  And I need to get this out.  Log off now if you don't want to share my sadness...My son was involved in a car accident involving a drunk driver.  He's fine, and the other passengers are fine as well.  The other driver was caught after they also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110385695964456565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110385695964456565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110385695964456565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110385695964456565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/pre-x-mas-blues.html' title='&lt;b&gt;pre-X-Mas Blues&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110355714409438014</id><published>2004-12-20T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T21:16:35.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend trip to Snarkville...</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I got my Scrooge on.  And your point is...?  No really - I was not fit for human consumption the entire weekend...the Bakers Dozen c/o ej.Vegetate with Hammy, and watch Finding Nemo for the gazillionth time. Insomnia &amp; the convo with Mr. Earning Potential.  Synopsis:  not only is chivalry dead, but it took romance out with it...I decide that my lovelife needs a colonic.Saturday:: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110355714409438014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110355714409438014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110355714409438014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110355714409438014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/weekend-trip-to-snarkville.html' title='&lt;b&gt;weekend trip to Snarkville...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110341811670772900</id><published>2004-12-18T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T20:04:44.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the anti-dating rant</title><summary type='text'>Now that I've had a few hours sleep, and a little time to mull over the convo with Mr. Earning Potential, I'm pissed.  Like my sista-blogger Elle stated a few weeks ago, I've gotta agree - 2004 has been a banner year for a$$holes.A coworker suggested that any man over 35, that's never been married probably has a good reason to not marry - the type of reason most women would run from.  I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110341811670772900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110341811670772900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110341811670772900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110341811670772900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/anti-dating-rant.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the anti-dating rant&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110336014663400073</id><published>2004-12-18T03:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T04:30:52.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia &amp; the anti-dating moan</title><summary type='text'>I'm seriously thinking about giving up dating in the new year, and this is just one example of why...sorry, but i didn't want to edit anything this guy wrote - long post...golfdude (2:22:18 AM): hisaga_30311 (2:22:23 AM): heygolfdude (2:22:41 AM): u up pretty late...saga_30311 (2:22:54 AM): so r ugolfdude (2:23:00 AM): yeah...nite owlsaga_30311 (2:23:46 AM): insomnia?golfdude (2:24:07 AM)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110336014663400073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110336014663400073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110336014663400073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110336014663400073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/insomnia-anti-dating-moan.html' title='insomnia &amp; the anti-dating moan'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110312368399890257</id><published>2004-12-15T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T10:20:08.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it Forward</title><summary type='text'>Before I even begin, let me state for the record that This jem is not mine.  I subscribe to this newsletter, Atlanta Lowdown, which will eventually also be found here and one of their writers, Kinetic wrote this, and it touched my heart.  Haven't seen the movie, but the idea is moving, IMHO. If you're also feeling it - let Kinetic know. Here are Kinetic's thoughts  (with his permission) about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110312368399890257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110312368399890257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110312368399890257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110312368399890257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/pay-it-forward.html' title='&lt;b&gt;Pay it Forward&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110296495293923023</id><published>2004-12-13T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T14:14:58.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend, chaotic</title><summary type='text'>no, not that kinda chaos - my daughter silly - what were u thinking? From kb'sBakers Dozen c/o ej.anti-studied:: in anticipation of my remaining final,  I watched reruns of Law &amp; Order, and reality shows.  I even squeezed in an episode of Drawn Together, which is almost illegal to watch - it's so hilariously un-PC.  No cracking of books, no reviewing of notes.  If I got an F, I surely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110296495293923023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110296495293923023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110296495293923023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110296495293923023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/weekend-chaotic.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the weekend, chaotic&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110276705910997889</id><published>2004-12-11T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T09:56:50.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saga, cubed?</title><summary type='text'>saga cubed is a scary thang.  Thanks to, lesseee: Trinity -&gt; KB -&gt; EJ / ToddKelley / Honey...so barring the threat of death, here goes:Three names you go by:Ms. L_______ (y'all ain't getting the last name)L______ (yes, my initials are LL, but y'all ain't getting the first name either)mommyThree screennames you have:saga*30311 (insert either _, - or nothing for *)debaucherie (she's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110276705910997889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110276705910997889' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110276705910997889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110276705910997889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/saga-cubed.html' title='&lt;b&gt;saga, cubed?&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110265712352268743</id><published>2004-12-10T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T15:35:42.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>making a list...</title><summary type='text'>Yanno, normally I don't have a prob picking out unusual, unchosen yet ultimately completely desirable gifts for my loved ones, as well as giving them some choices for me as well.  However, with the house hunt fully engulfing my brain, I'm having trouble.  Hammy has more toys than I can adequately pick up on the reg, the Chaos is grown, outta the house, and piling her own chips - so she can't pick</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110265712352268743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110265712352268743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110265712352268743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110265712352268743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/making-list.html' title='&lt;b&gt;making a list...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110247824745695821</id><published>2004-12-07T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T23:11:32.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one final down...</title><summary type='text'>legal final was tonight - and it was thorough.  My favorite class to date, and it kicked my a$$... am too wiped out to type...afjkapp afnakru9230qnf......be back lata....oh, and someone needs to send a sista some flowers...candy...liquor...smell-good...SUMTHING for knockin' that 9 page sucka out the box: saga at Yahoo (dot) com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110247824745695821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110247824745695821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110247824745695821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110247824745695821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-final-down.html' title='&lt;b&gt;one final down...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110234770691992701</id><published>2004-12-06T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:21:14.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend update: 12-6</title><summary type='text'>From KB'sBakers Dozen c/o ej. played hooky on Friday::  Frankly, being a single mom of a disabled child has those moments of excruciating stress - accompanied by the similarly leveled headache.  I worked on school-related projects instead...skipped class:: I'm also over the grad school lust.  I know I've whined about this before, but this problem is spiraling at this point.  I'm just feeling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110234770691992701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110234770691992701' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110234770691992701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110234770691992701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/weekend-update-12-6.html' title='&lt;B&gt;the weekend update: 12-6&lt;/B&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110230864979004799</id><published>2004-12-05T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T23:57:44.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how saga (went about) getting her groove back...</title><summary type='text'>lame title - but semi-apt. warning: long postok, so since Mia did it, and Diva did it, I'm trying to be open to online dating, again.  So I updated/added profiles to blackpeoplemeet.com, blacksinglesconnection.com, etc.  I like BPM, because it lets you seach all over the world, and frankly I don't think I'm gonna find a sympatico in GA. So, outta the blue I get these IM's from this dude.  27 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110230864979004799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110230864979004799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110230864979004799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110230864979004799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-saga-went-about-getting-her-groove.html' title='&lt;b&gt;how saga (went about) getting her groove back...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110211292918919856</id><published>2004-12-03T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T17:28:49.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the Atlanta Black Bloggers Meet...</title><summary type='text'>ok, so I MEANT to post this, I dunno - 2 WEEKS AGO???? sheesh, I swear grad school is eroding my brain matter...So, we're having a meet-up of the Atlanta Black Bloggers...(anyone is welcome...this originated from awesomebod's similarly named mailing list....)Here's the information (pic's linked, but it may/may not work)::Black Bloggers Meet-up From:  saga_30311 Location:  Javaology466 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110211292918919856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110211292918919856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110211292918919856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110211292918919856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/atlanta-black-bloggers-meet.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the Atlanta Black Bloggers Meet...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110203113530181945</id><published>2004-12-02T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:18:35.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>horizontal sweat...</title><summary type='text'>i hesitated to write this in the wake of World Aids Day ..but after considering this repeatedly, thought it was more than appropriate...two bodies, intertwined, wet with sweat, chocolatey skin against chocolatey skin, rubbing, grinding, stroking, glistening against candlelight, no delineation between where one ends, and the other begins...a sista is horny, yes.  but also hungry for something</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110203113530181945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110203113530181945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110203113530181945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110203113530181945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/horizontal-sweat.html' title='&lt;b&gt;horizontal sweat...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110191873975300981</id><published>2004-12-01T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T11:33:49.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Aids Day, 2004</title><summary type='text'>I would've loved to write my own personal story about this subject, but frankly I don't have one. However, the people listed below all do. Their stories are brave, touching, full of fire, and very important.  Take a second &amp; read one (actually, read several). Then ask yourself, what are you going to do.Maurice Cherry's World AIDS Day. BGB's Link, And Think. And Rethink.  Bejata's Women, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110191873975300981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110191873975300981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110191873975300981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110191873975300981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/12/world-aids-day-2004.html' title='&lt;B&gt;World Aids Day, 2004&lt;/B&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110183756038462449</id><published>2004-11-30T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T09:33:45.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the hip-hop jawn...</title><summary type='text'>this one's for ej...yeah, I also used to love her..."I met this girl, when I was ten years oldAnd what I loved most she had so much soulShe was old school, when I was just a shortyNever knew throughout my life she would be there for me..."but nah, we not gon do that again...Sanaa did it so well, there's no reason to revisit that (y'all know that's my favorite movie of all time)...so, in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110183756038462449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110183756038462449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110183756038462449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110183756038462449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/11/hip-hop-jawn_110183756038462449.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the hip-hop jawn...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110170545924625390</id><published>2004-11-29T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T00:22:16.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the long weekend baker's dozen</title><summary type='text'>I'm putting it in early y'all - you know anytime there's a holiday, the Monday workday ends up being dumb long... from l to r:: C.H.A.D., Hammy, the Truth, the Chaos (on the floor), "E" and lil ole me in pink.  Yes, my camera is bootleg, and the pic is blurry - I know.the long weekend baker's dozen - from KB's Baker's DozenWednesday - The gig gives us a "Get Outta Jail Early" card, so I'm home</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110170545924625390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110170545924625390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110170545924625390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110170545924625390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/11/long-weekend-bakers-dozen.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the long weekend baker&apos;s dozen&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110125661992195436</id><published>2004-11-23T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T19:36:59.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thanksgiving jawn - Questions, NE1?</title><summary type='text'>So, it's Turkey time!  I don't know about y'all, but I am SO looking forward to entering a tryptophan-induced coma I'm beside myself. So in honor of the upcoming holiday - Questions, Courtesy of Chick Chat:Thanksgiving...Is It Really All About The Bird?: Er, it's 50% bird, 40% side dishes, and 10% dessert.Plain Mashed Potato's or With Gravy?: taters, smaters - give me the dressing, moist, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110125661992195436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110125661992195436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110125661992195436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110125661992195436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving-jawn-questions-ne1.html' title='&lt;b&gt;The Thanksgiving jawn - Questions, NE1?&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110117371719090607</id><published>2004-11-22T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T21:37:20.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend update - the baker's dozen</title><summary type='text'>Baker's Dozen: a golden weekend. From KB's Bakers Dozen. SG b-day jumpoff @ Churchill Grounds:: perfect 4 the cigar &amp; cognac crowd, and a very nice start, where Mia &amp; I met...Z, the jr arms dealer::ok, he says he's a pedicatrician, but he's all of 22. Yeah, right. the Black Amex?:: another attendee spots the legendary Centurion when Z, and his boys Z &amp; Ali buy us a double-round.  So Z, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110117371719090607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110117371719090607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110117371719090607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110117371719090607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/11/weekend-update-bakers-dozen.html' title='&lt;b&gt;weekend update - the baker&apos;s dozen&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110082615474411171</id><published>2004-11-18T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T20:04:18.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that moment</title><summary type='text'>IfIhadKnownThat it wouldBe the ending ofOur friendship and notThe beginning of something elseI would never have should never have acquiescedand I wish I couldtake it backbut Ican’tcanI?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110082615474411171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110082615474411171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110082615474411171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110082615474411171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/11/that-moment.html' title='&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;that moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110065468456118087</id><published>2004-11-16T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:32:32.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the grad school mood is...</title><summary type='text'>tired.period.I mean, I know I'm the last of a dying breed - a programmer.  If you believe the reports, the days of the U.S. programmer are numbered.So the MBA plan:: combine the IT skills, my management experience - do some consulting work, leverage both into project management position.  You get the drill.I've lost the lust for school, though.The candle isn't just burned at both ends -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110065468456118087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110065468456118087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110065468456118087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110065468456118087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/11/grad-school-mood-is.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the grad school mood is...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110056610454527223</id><published>2004-11-15T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T19:52:38.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend update</title><summary type='text'>I ripped this from Off Cloud 9 - Karsh's blog - thanx Karsh for the inspiration.So, here's the rundown (can I come up with 12? sheesh...)Sale at LB, so I polished off the Churchill Grounds outfit for Friday, and also managed to sweat out my press during work. 1/2 fro, 1/2 press is not a hot look for me.Another class bites the dust.  The Marketing class, of the gold stars &amp; bonus points for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110056610454527223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110056610454527223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110056610454527223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110056610454527223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/11/weekend-update.html' title='&lt;b&gt;weekend update&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110030901632588990</id><published>2004-11-12T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T20:23:36.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>about that guillotine...</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I gave y'all the setup, but just in case ya missed it - work, the intro.There was a reason why I used this phrase: pulled out the guillotine and cut the head off a long-time-but-not-yet-qualified-for-retirement-benefits employee.  That employee called me this evening.The situation:  I work in an IT department, consisting of mainly Programmers, Quality Assurance Analysts, Business </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110030901632588990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110030901632588990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110030901632588990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110030901632588990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/11/about-that-guillotine.html' title='&lt;b&gt;about that guillotine...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110019039058833322</id><published>2004-11-11T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T11:28:58.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SG's BACK!</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever cleaned out your closet, and found a gem that you'd overlooked for a long time? I did - found a teal twin sweater set that I haven't worn in 2+ years, that matched this TIGHT brown tweed suit I have perfectly.Ok, I am SO not digressing - my life-philosophy is of the Fashion existentialist: "I dress my a$$ off, therefore I am.  So, there are a lot of fashion references - sue me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110019039058833322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110019039058833322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110019039058833322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110019039058833322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/11/sgs-back.html' title='&lt;B&gt;SG&apos;s BACK!&lt;/B&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-110004904647852352</id><published>2004-11-09T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T11:51:12.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On work - the intro</title><summary type='text'>I have hesitated for months about posting about work, because honestly - I ain't trying to go out like Michael Hanson &amp; the Microsoft jawn.  I'm thinking Microsoft is a misnomer.And not that work defines me, but we spend SO much time there, and exert So much energy to collect them checks...how can I not occasionally post about it?So, here's the intro - and here's hoping that my employer (who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/110004904647852352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=110004904647852352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110004904647852352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/110004904647852352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/11/on-work-intro.html' title='&lt;b&gt;On work - the intro&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109987224460626228</id><published>2004-11-07T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:40:50.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-life crisis?</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to drop something real hot/profound about the election, the political process, the hypocrisy ingrained in American culture, classism v. racism, etc.  However, I'm feeling rather self-involved of late.I feel like a monster.I've been feeling fat and ugly lately.  Like I hate looking in the mirror.  Not feeling my hair, not feeling my face, not feeling the wardrobe, nuttin.  After </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109987224460626228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109987224460626228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109987224460626228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109987224460626228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/11/mid-life-crisis.html' title='&lt;b&gt;mid-life crisis?&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109944914192246240</id><published>2004-11-02T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T21:33:31.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BS Line of The Week</title><summary type='text'>Note:  I like My 100 Things so much, I intentionally left it up for a long time.  I'm gonna have to redesign this jawn, to add that as a permanent link.  In any event...School is kicking my a$$ - for real.  I'm fairly intelligent, and between the exhaustive reading/research, and papers - I'm baked. Brain is fried, and I'm having trouble remembering anything short term.Er, what was this post </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109944914192246240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109944914192246240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109944914192246240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109944914192246240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/11/bs-line-of-week.html' title='&lt;b&gt;BS Line of The Week&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109848579871189602</id><published>2004-10-22T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T17:58:45.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things that are good to know about me...</title><summary type='text'>	I have nappy hair, which I have a love/hate relationship with.	I'm obsessed with shoes.  Seriously obsessed.	I'm a very sensual person.  That does NOT mean that you can get in.	I overanalyze everything.	I hate the smell of seafood, so I only eat seafood I can't smell.	I'm an overly agressive driver.  I cruise at 90mph, tailgate, cut people off, flash my brights, and suffer from traffic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109848579871189602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109848579871189602' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109848579871189602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109848579871189602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/10/100-things-that-are-good-to-know-about.html' title='&lt;b&gt;100 things that are good to know about me...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109806290260690900</id><published>2004-10-17T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:28:22.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>golden kind of day</title><summary type='text'>blissful weekend::wrap up my final in Business Analysis.  Loved the class, but it was challenging.  pick up my son from the sitter, and off we go...target, one of my favorite stores...gather some storage needs...clean &amp; detail my truck (even yanked them seats up)...bro offers to wash the truck for $7 + water, so I give him $10 (rims was nashy wit brake dust), and he even hits my tires with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109806290260690900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109806290260690900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109806290260690900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109806290260690900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/10/golden-kind-of-day.html' title='&lt;b&gt;golden kind of day&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109788400760400126</id><published>2004-10-15T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T19:46:47.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the rules of having a maintenance dude...</title><summary type='text'>the rules::You do not talk about the maintenance dude. You DO NOT talk about the maintenance dude. When someone goes limp or says stop, the f$#@'ing is over. Only two people to a f$#@. One f$#@ at a time. No shirt, no shoes. f$#@s go on for as long as they have to. If this is your first visit to the maintenance dude, you have to f$#@!sorry sistas, I don't know why I had to, but I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109788400760400126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109788400760400126' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109788400760400126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109788400760400126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/10/rules-of-having-maintenance-dude.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the rules of having a maintenance dude...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109780720027396879</id><published>2004-10-14T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T22:26:40.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thought-collage...</title><summary type='text'>aight, question for ya?  when i'm blogstipated, is it better to combine blogs, or post repeatedly?  well - this one will be a thought-collage...lovelife::  the balls seemed to have adjusted themselves for a change. The Artist proved himself to be just as self-centered, self-pitying and flighty as the stereotype predicts.  The Lover disappeared, and stopped returning my calls (bro, if you met </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109780720027396879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109780720027396879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109780720027396879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109780720027396879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/10/thought-collage.html' title='&lt;b&gt;thought-collage...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109708966219061042</id><published>2004-10-06T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T15:07:42.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the kind of drunk I want to get on...</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to float in a sensory deprivation tank filled with Everclear®-infused Lime Jello®, long enough to see whether I could get drunk from absorbing the alcohol through my pores, and what kind of hallucinations would result from it.Please don't ask - I have no idea where this thought, which is impaled on my brain stem, came from.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109708966219061042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109708966219061042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109708966219061042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109708966219061042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/10/kind-of-drunk-i-want-to-get-on.html' title='&lt;B&gt;the kind of drunk I want to get on...&lt;/B&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109685264782796602</id><published>2004-10-03T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T21:17:27.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>enuff</title><summary type='text'>I found my sensuality between the cushions of my couchAlong with a quarter, a dime, a pennySome cookie crumbs, and a black HotWheels Firebird with flames on its hood…I found it at 3am, eyes half-closedA rerun of 8 Mile on StarzI brushed my hand against it while lying on the couchAnd it wasn’t in the whisper of some sepia toned brotherVocalizing his amazement at the deliciousnessOf my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109685264782796602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109685264782796602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109685264782796602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109685264782796602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/10/enuff.html' title='&lt;b&gt;enuff&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109659148712587125</id><published>2004-09-30T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T20:48:19.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(not so) random surfing has it's rewards...</title><summary type='text'>ok, so between grad school, and the tail-end of a development cycle, I've been hemmed up for a sec.  no time for deep thoughts - got stuff I need to get out.it pays to surf::  taking a break from studying, I started looking online for information about how to obtain a carry-permit for a handgun in GA.  So here's how it went:  Yahoo -&gt; Clayton County (GA) Sheriff's homepage -&gt; Clayton Cty's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109659148712587125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109659148712587125' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109659148712587125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109659148712587125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/09/not-so-random-surfing-has-its-rewards.html' title='&lt;b&gt;(not so) random surfing has it&apos;s rewards...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109561554024903940</id><published>2004-09-19T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T13:41:44.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>balance</title><summary type='text'>I was chatting with a friend of mine, about this dilemna that I've been confronted with repeatedly over the last few years.  The gist of it (without the gory details) is that I'm a nurturing person (according to the friend), which draws people to me, especially people with problems.The friend gently assured me, that I'm not wrong for wanting to distance myself from these people. That my wanting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109561554024903940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109561554024903940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109561554024903940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109561554024903940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/09/balance.html' title='&lt;b&gt;balance&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109538988512450710</id><published>2004-09-16T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T23:11:11.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Musketeer</title><summary type='text'>Category IV - TheMusketeerYou have a small, highly edited social group, andyou like it that way. What Type of Social Entity are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109538988512450710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109538988512450710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109538988512450710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109538988512450710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/09/musketeer.html' title='&lt;b&gt;The Musketeer&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109521909394982320</id><published>2004-09-14T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T23:31:33.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why I'm driven</title><summary type='text'>Not to engage in the pursuit of ideas is to live like ants instead of like men. ~fortune cookie, but Originally Mortimer AdlerIt's more than the $ (I really don't make that much), more than the stuff the $ buys...it's the growth, and the challenges the growth presents.  Knowing that, continually acknowledging that, I can endure the pain that comes with the growth.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109521909394982320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109521909394982320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109521909394982320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109521909394982320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/09/why-im-driven.html' title='&lt;b&gt;why I&apos;m driven&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109510320506331201</id><published>2004-09-13T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T15:20:05.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More than we could ever ask for...</title><summary type='text'>I considered starting a new blog, for spiritual posts.  But I have enuff trouble maintaining this one lil 'ole blog.  Besides, my spirituality means a great deal to me, it should be an integral part of my life, so why not incorporate it into my daily blog?Note:: these spiritual posts prolly won't be daily.  I'm trying to get better about my talks with God, but that doesn't mean I'll always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109510320506331201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109510320506331201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109510320506331201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109510320506331201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-than-we-could-ever-ask-for.html' title='&lt;B&gt;More than we could ever ask for...&lt;/B&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109492475956159784</id><published>2004-09-11T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T21:45:59.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the age of mediocrity</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I'm a new MBA student.  Yes, I'm an African-American Woman.  No, the two ideas DON'T conflict with each other.This is one of my professors: Alok Srivastava, Ph.D.  He teaches Business Analysis, Decision Science, and some other classes.  However, he's got this quote that he uses - I don't know if this is his, or he's quoting someone else (I'll check &amp; post later), but I love it:The 20th </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109492475956159784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109492475956159784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109492475956159784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109492475956159784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/09/age-of-mediocrity.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the age of mediocrity&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109476319349026420</id><published>2004-09-09T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T16:53:13.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>embracing positivity</title><summary type='text'>I'm taking a short blog break.  My head has been immersed in negativity lately, and I feel like by writing about it, I'm feeding it - creating more negativity, so more negativity is coming my way.  My logic may be faulty, but if I need to change my mental state to stop focusing on the negative, this works for me.  Confused?  Ok, you can always look here - Rant - I revisited this ExAcT same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109476319349026420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109476319349026420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109476319349026420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109476319349026420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/09/embracing-positivity.html' title='&lt;b&gt;embracing positivity&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109467600612033543</id><published>2004-09-08T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:40:06.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rinsing my balls in the sink, NOT!!!</title><summary type='text'>ok, I just used that as the title to get your attention, and as a homage to a friends blog: Rinsing My Balls in the SinkI'm not really rinsing my balls  - I don't have any.OK, let me just get to the point.I broke up with JC.  Permanently.I'm SO not ok with that at the moment.  My heart hurts.My brain knows that it will get better.That's all I want to say about that.As for my other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109467600612033543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109467600612033543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109467600612033543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109467600612033543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/09/rinsing-my-balls-in-sink-not.html' title='&lt;b&gt;rinsing my balls in the sink, NOT!!!&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109409108361165732</id><published>2004-09-01T21:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:03:38.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the (real) life...</title><summary type='text'>for those of you not well versed by now, the fantasy version of this page is here: a day in the life.  The reality follows...5:00am:: The alarm goes off.  I'm supposed to get up, to get my workout on, but I'm too tired, so I turn the tv on, and turn it off, then roll over and try to snooze, while keeping one ear open for the newscaster to say...6:00am:: I get up, and try to get in a quick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109409108361165732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109409108361165732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109409108361165732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109409108361165732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/09/day-in-real-life_01.html' title='&lt;b&gt;a day in the (real) life...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109404785376571305</id><published>2004-09-01T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T10:48:51.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect shoe</title><summary type='text'>I'm looking for this shoe.  This perfect shoe.  The shoe that will match the perfect outfit.  The outfit that will perfectly adorn me.  See, I've been looking for this shoe for a long time, and I've accumulated quite a few shoes in my search for this shoe.  I think I found it.Thing is, I'm not sure.  I haven't tried this shoe on, and it doesn't match anything in my wardrobe.  Sure, I feel like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109404785376571305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109404785376571305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109404785376571305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109404785376571305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/09/perfect-shoe.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the perfect shoe&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109353011075761401</id><published>2004-08-26T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T10:21:50.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the crossroads</title><summary type='text'>I'm having man-trouble, again.  This time though, it's a problem of saturation &amp; quality.  Too many men, of questionable calibre, and not enough time.  The Artist:  true to form, he's attempting to sweep me off my feet, shower me with presents, sensuality &amp; creativity, while being unpredictable, moody, needy and unstable.  AND he keeps really odd hours.  With me starting grad school this week -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109353011075761401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109353011075761401' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109353011075761401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109353011075761401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/08/crossroads.html' title='&lt;B&gt;the crossroads&lt;/B&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109288704458454412</id><published>2004-08-18T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T22:45:33.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>purple</title><summary type='text'>purpleMy breasts betray my mouth’s lie,And in his bed IlieRational ize -ingThe passion in his hazel eyeHis lovelust for me, at once ancient, and fleetingI, his faithful concubineMy logic defeatinghis endeavors to become my liege, my voodoo priestHe brings me rose incense, Sandlewood, Creating my brew, with leaves from a carob treeHe tickles my nipples with his locs,And uses </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109288704458454412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109288704458454412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109288704458454412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109288704458454412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/08/purple.html' title='&lt;b&gt;purple&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109278548079847460</id><published>2004-08-17T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T19:45:31.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sacrificing on the altar of beauty (again)</title><summary type='text'>Guys, this is really a SHALLOW, feminine topic kinda post - and more of a reference for any woman thinking about this cosmetic procedure - so feel free to click off (ESPECIALLY if we're dating)...lolSo, I have to start off admitting something...&lt;sigh&gt; I'm hairy &lt;sigh&gt;I've had facial hair ever since I was 17 years old, and have tried just about all removal methods: Nair, bleaching (not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109278548079847460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109278548079847460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109278548079847460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109278548079847460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/08/sacrificing-on-altar-of-beauty-again.html' title='&lt;b&gt;sacrificing on the altar of beauty (again)&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109236397426567489</id><published>2004-08-12T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T22:33:57.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>humanity</title><summary type='text'>excuse me, but i was wondering ifyou’d let my humanity, touch your humanityif we could meet and let our souls intertwine for one brief, blisteringly shining momentmay i, let down my guard, and reveal my essencewill you, in turn, show me, why you smilemy life in a world that isbrief, hard, dry, sharp, and bitterfilled with fullness, packed with distractionsgradually, and at once, so busy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109236397426567489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109236397426567489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109236397426567489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109236397426567489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/08/humanity.html' title='&lt;b&gt;humanity&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109214764552671997</id><published>2004-08-10T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T10:24:01.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the explanation follows</title><summary type='text'>yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayes, it's been a while since I posted - and I'm blogstipated again.note: there's nothing really wrong - that's a combo yawn/scream.  ok, so I guess I should explain why:windows XP caused my laptop to die.  literally.  I managed to bring it back to life, but not until many conversations (arguments) with HP technical non-support.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109214764552671997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109214764552671997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109214764552671997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109214764552671997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/08/explanation-follows.html' title='&lt;B&gt;the explanation follows&lt;/B&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109115378443194562</id><published>2004-07-29T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:21:50.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on brothas, rape, and the question of money</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so here's a link to the original story, and a blurb from it:Popular Hollywood Actor Arrested For Memphis Sexual Assault:Actor Anthony Anderson, who starred in such films as "Scary Movie 3", "Barbershop", "Me, Myself and Irene" and the new movie "Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle" has been arrested in Memphis for aggravated rape.The affidavit says that on Tuesday, July 27, 2004, a woman </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109115378443194562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109115378443194562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109115378443194562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109115378443194562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/07/on-brothas-rape-and-question-of-money.html' title='&lt;b&gt;on brothas, rape, and the question of money&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109071607407511946</id><published>2004-07-24T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T20:41:14.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do before I turn 40, revisited</title><summary type='text'>So, I knocked another one off the list:The List::Get a passport, and at least 1 stamp in it.Buy a house.Have a decadent, weekend fling in the Chicago LakeShore W hotel. Preferably with my future husband.Volunteer at least 8 hours/month for 6 months working with teenage AA girls.Take a cruise.Kick a$$ and take names in Madden 200X.Wear really tight black leather pants while kicking a$$ &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109071607407511946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109071607407511946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109071607407511946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109071607407511946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/07/things-to-do-before-i-turn-40.html' title='&lt;b&gt;things to do before I turn 40, revisited&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109045954204574942</id><published>2004-07-21T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:29:01.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>singing like there is no tomorrow...</title><summary type='text'>so I was feeling myself, right?  Loving my hair, loving my outfit, loving the fact that it was 8am, and I was headed to `Buck's, for a nonfat Chai Latte, and a Cinnamon Walnut Coffee Cake.  You couldn't wipe the Cheshire Cat grin off my face if you wanted to - and trust, you don't - I woulda cut you...So, on my way out of `Buck's, I'm singing the Kindred song that was playing on my CD player on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109045954204574942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109045954204574942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109045954204574942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109045954204574942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/07/singing-like-there-is-no-tomorrow.html' title='&lt;b&gt;singing like there is no tomorrow...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109019835832808111</id><published>2004-07-18T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T21:23:24.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the thing I refuse to name</title><summary type='text'>I want so badly to put this thing downthis longingthat is at once enticing, and abhorrentit brings me nervous butterflies &amp; tears as its offeringsand seemingly asks only for my fealty in returnthis thing is tangiblethis longingpalpablea lump in my throat, that I cannot swallowI'm choking on itits flavor a rancid memory of a love I once knew now sicked up, bitterand me tornbetween </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109019835832808111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109019835832808111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109019835832808111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109019835832808111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/07/thing-i-refuse-to-name.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the thing I refuse to name&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-109018885509136222</id><published>2004-07-18T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:14:15.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't no party like a Hilfiger party, because a Hilfiger party don't stop...</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm watching "I Love the 90's" on VH1, because the fact that I have chores to do hasn't influenced my overindulgence in mindless TV all day today.  I have JC on the brain for all the wrong reasons, and the only thing that has distracted me from that is mind-candy.So, in the "I Love 1994" episode, they went into this whole spiel on the Tommy Hilfiger phenomenon - you know:  How one WASPy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/109018885509136222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=109018885509136222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109018885509136222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/109018885509136222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/07/aint-no-party-like-hilfiger-party.html' title='&lt;b&gt;ain&apos;t no party like a Hilfiger party, because a Hilfiger party don&apos;t stop...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108976464341470137</id><published>2004-07-13T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:04:15.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the life...</title><summary type='text'>I know plenty of people that torture viewers with this self-indulgent kind of fantasy...so I'll let you know UP FRONT that this is what it is - so you can click off now if you're not interested.  Otherwise, here goes:5:00am:: I rise, and kiss you (softly sleeping).  Not wanting to wake you yet - I need some alone time, so I workout for 28 minutes - thinking of how to get through the rest of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108976464341470137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108976464341470137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108976464341470137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108976464341470137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/07/day-in-life.html' title='&lt;b&gt;a day in the life...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108940988892242502</id><published>2004-07-09T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T17:55:52.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FL - the end?</title><summary type='text'>Again, if you need to know how this story started - Click Here for the Beginningand Click Here for the MiddleNow, on to the end....?When you have a cut - as it begins to scab over, it itches (like crazy) as it heals. Then the scab forms, but the scab has to be removed in order for it to heal completely.  It needs to be kept clean, and it also needs air and time.My scabs formed on my heart.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108940988892242502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108940988892242502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108940988892242502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108940988892242502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/07/fl-end.html' title='&lt;B&gt;FL - the end?&lt;/B&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108899644373411907</id><published>2004-07-04T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:13:07.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the FL story - the interim</title><summary type='text'>the end of this story is coming, but this - this is the meat of the thing...and in hindsight, I always look at life (and myself) as before, and after FL.  I learned so many life lessons because of FL.If you need a recap, Click Here.So there I was, at the darkest, most depressing point in my life.  Sick son, abusive fiance, no friends or family to bail me out, and no job so I could support myself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108899644373411907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108899644373411907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108899644373411907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108899644373411907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/07/fl-story-interim.html' title='&lt;b&gt;the FL story - the interim&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108872183049191460</id><published>2004-07-01T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:12:06.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how this leg of my journey began - the FL story</title><summary type='text'>ok - if you've ever read my blog before, I've alluded to FL several times, and promised to recount the FL tale.  Well, I'm blogstipated again, and he called yesterday, so what better time to recount the story.  This is a long one, but I have to tell it the way it happened...Once upon a time, not long ago, I was on my way to a club, freshly showered, made-up, and might I add - fierce.  100lbs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108872183049191460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108872183049191460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108872183049191460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108872183049191460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/07/how-this-leg-of-my-journey-began-fl.html' title='how this leg of my journey began - &lt;b&gt;the FL story&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108842842949852751</id><published>2004-06-28T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:27:15.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a pseudo-internet-dating-apology of sorts...</title><summary type='text'>this is for Vincent, Pete, Rickey, Eric, Ken, Mike, Greg and the myriad nameless others...I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, and misrepresentation - it wasn't intentional, and I'm not sure if there even was any. Let me explain.  You saw my picture, my 'resume', my profile, on some webpage, and thought I was intriguing, appealing, attractive, witty or something along those lines.  You contacted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108842842949852751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108842842949852751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108842842949852751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108842842949852751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/06/pseudo-internet-dating-apology-of.html' title='&lt;B&gt;a pseudo-internet-dating-apology of sorts...&lt;/B&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108834628969178454</id><published>2004-06-27T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T10:24:49.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meditations of a chick on a diet</title><summary type='text'>I want some grits.I want some grits, despite the "diet".  Grits in and of themselves aren't bad for you.  Skip the butter, and I'm fine - grits are fine.They'd taste better with the butter though.  And some cheese eggs on the side, and maybe some bacon. Toast.  Coffee.OK - you're trippin' - just have the grits.NONONONONO - you're fasting, you're not supposed to eat ANYTHING - cleansing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108834628969178454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108834628969178454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108834628969178454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108834628969178454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/06/meditations-of-chick-on-diet.html' title='&lt;b&gt;meditations of a chick on a diet&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108812134571041684</id><published>2004-06-24T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T16:25:48.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>top XX ways to not get to know me...</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I'm on a list binge this week.The online dating jawn...I gotta admit, I have some real pet peeves.  Here are a few:ways to make sure you can't get at me...misspell.  even simple words.  add a few grammatical errors and I'm sure to passtake your shirt off.  'specially if you have a chicken chest, or man breasts.proposition me with some sexual referencebetter yet, invite me to join you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108812134571041684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108812134571041684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108812134571041684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108812134571041684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/06/top-xx-ways-to-not-get-to-know-me.html' title='&lt;b&gt;top XX ways to &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; get to know me...&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108794972193150052</id><published>2004-06-22T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T20:15:21.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do before I turn 40</title><summary type='text'>It's less than 22 months away, and it's a pretty formidable list.  However, if I accomplish even a few - that's enough of an accomplishment for me.  This is a start - I reserve the right to edit it as necessary and note that it's in no particular order.The List::Get a passport, and at least 1 stamp in it.Buy a house.Have a decadent, weekend fling in the Chicago LakeShore W hotel. Preferably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108794972193150052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108794972193150052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108794972193150052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108794972193150052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/06/things-to-do-before-i-turn-40.html' title='&lt;b&gt;things to do before I turn 40&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108770606373531003</id><published>2004-06-20T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T20:20:05.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my ideal space</title><summary type='text'>I was chatting with a brotha today, and our conversation (along with watching Deliver Us From Eva - which wasn't half bad), got me thinking about what I want from a man, from a long-tem relationship, and from my home.I'm looking for an honest, committed relationship with a brothathat will allow me to be tender and vulnerablewhen the world demands that I be stronga brotha who will embrace my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108770606373531003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108770606373531003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108770606373531003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108770606373531003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-ideal-space.html' title='&lt;b&gt;my ideal space&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108718012960554073</id><published>2004-06-13T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T22:29:56.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>metamorphosis</title><summary type='text'>It's about time.  It's about life.  It's about growth (obviously). And it's about making the outer me, match the inner me.  It's about wrapping this fabulous gift - because that's what I believe I am, a jewel...in a Tiffany setting, as opposed to the plain brown wrapper I'm currently wrapped in.I've been putting this off for a while - not excusing what I've physically become, but I've had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108718012960554073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108718012960554073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108718012960554073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108718012960554073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/06/metamorphosis.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;metamorphosis&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108674465815693678</id><published>2004-06-08T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T21:30:58.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dating &amp; sincerity</title><summary type='text'>I'm beginning to think it's a lost art.  You say what you mean, and mean what you say.  Your words have merit.  Your word is your bond.  Etc. Etc.My intent is to date again - JC is an afterthought (well, I do have to get some getback, don't I?), and I'm ready to move on.  But, the game has changed, and I'm left struggling.All I want is to have some simple, honest, old-fashioned, uncomplicated</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108674465815693678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108674465815693678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108674465815693678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108674465815693678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/06/dating-sincerity.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;dating &amp; sincerity&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-10862293598200878</id><published>2004-06-02T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T22:22:39.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ch...ch…ch…ch…changes…</title><summary type='text'>I'm pruning ppl from my life again - by choice, and by circumstance.  I finally let SG have my full wrath after a late night booty-call, and me having to explain to JC why the phone rang at 3am.  The fact that SG referred to me as his "sis" one day, and would call me wanting some a$$ another, frustrated me more than I could stand.  I had an idea of how shallow SG could be after some comments he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/10862293598200878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=10862293598200878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/10862293598200878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/10862293598200878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/06/chchchchchanges.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;ch...ch…ch…ch…changes…&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108579378359498374</id><published>2004-05-28T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T21:24:25.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ego-surfing</title><summary type='text'>I was looking for the meaning of memage, and I came across my site in quite a few search engines, on an interracial dating site, and also found a comment very similar to one of my previous rants on another's blog.  It was heady and disconcerting.I also found the word memage in a lot of other journals.  Weird - I didn't find the term that common when I originally used it.In the process,  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108579378359498374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108579378359498374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108579378359498374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108579378359498374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/05/ego-surfing.html' title='&lt;b&gt;ego-surfing&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108575244369055805</id><published>2004-05-28T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T10:40:48.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the smuggies part 2.1 - I've been recruited...</title><summary type='text'>...ok, well technically, that's not true.  It's more like assimilated.  See, they really aren't recruiting.  It's an exclusionary environment, so they'd rather you didn't join - the more exclusive it is, the more elite it is.  Elitism is good.Oh, if you're not sure what a smuggy is, click here.However, Change, when it comes, cracks everything open...Dorothy Allison, O MagazineAnd I've gone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108575244369055805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108575244369055805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108575244369055805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108575244369055805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/05/smuggies-part-21-ive-been-recruited.html' title='the smuggies part 2.1 - I&apos;ve been recruited...'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-108570987764180114</id><published>2004-05-27T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:10:13.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole year?</title><summary type='text'>I let it get away from me, didn't I?I'm (again) suffering from blogstipation, and it shows - this post will be unusually short considering what's happened in the last year.  I'll catch up, but it will take me a few posts.  A preview:another metamorphosisput some things behind meadding some new things in placeand another round of Fibroid-o-ramathe Smuggies are real...they're scary...and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/108570987764180114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=108570987764180114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108570987764180114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/108570987764180114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2004/05/whole-year.html' title='a whole year?'/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-105650081450591463</id><published>2003-06-24T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T20:46:26.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/105650081450591463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=105650081450591463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/105650081450591463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/105650081450591463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2003/06/test.html' title=''/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-95216238</id><published>2003-06-02T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T21:44:06.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LongingI didn’t ask for Prince CharmingDidn’t want the Knight in shining armorTo come sweeping down off his horse to rescue meWasn’t taking a bite of nobody’s appletalking to a mirror for validation of my beautytrying to get dwarves to “pay my bills..pay my telephone bill…pay my automobile….then maybe we could chill…”my longing was for something realer, deeper…simpler…Sunday morning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/95216238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=95216238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/95216238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/95216238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2003/06/longing-i-didnt-ask-for-prince.html' title=''/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-94229312</id><published>2003-05-12T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T18:36:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rant.why do i only blog when i'm unhappy?  i suppose, misery loves company, eh?  ah well, on to the rant...can i get some service? any service.  a lil service, not a lot.  not the going out of your way winning-type service, just some ordinary bottom-line, doing-what-you-said-you-were-going-to-do service?i took my son to his neurologist today.  this is my second attempt at this visit, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/94229312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=94229312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/94229312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/94229312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2003/05/rant.html' title=''/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219855.post-94214586</id><published>2003-05-12T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T07:05:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's over!!!!yeah..yeah..yeah!!!! semester's over, finally and i am ecstaticI got an A in Risk Management (knew this), Global Business (knew that), and Introduction to Corporate Finance - which was a complete, utter and pleasant surprise.  Heck, I may take another Finance class after that shocker. As for summer school, not likely.  I'm not up to it - between school, work, my fibroids, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/feeds/94214586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219855&amp;postID=94214586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/94214586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219855/posts/default/94214586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memage_de_saga.blogspot.com/2003/05/its-over-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>saga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076620915668192546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/93211068_4f805272a6_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
