<?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-1942794370520262430</id><updated>2011-10-15T15:29:54.184-04:00</updated><category term='Crazy People'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Old man in and out of the club please stop'/><category term='Good Times'/><category term='Much Needed Vacation'/><category term='dosmetic violence'/><category term='Dancehall'/><category term='Astrology'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='New Flicks'/><category term='Another day at the office'/><category term='This day in history'/><category term='Weekend Goodness'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Be Be Kids'/><category term='Restaurant Guide'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='Natural Haircare'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='I am not my hair'/><category term='Dating Scene'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Old man in and out of the club please'/><title type='text'>Joi's Spoken Word</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-3479752801436639122</id><published>2011-01-14T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:24:59.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astrology'/><title type='text'>Libra for Life</title><content type='html'>What's this talk about there being a new zodiac. Can you imagine now being an Ohpiuchus? Seriously? If this is supposedly true, I would now be a Virgo. NOT. As the title states, I will be a Libra for life. Someone has too much time on their hands. It's so funny though because I've never really been into the astrology reports and readings, but lately I find myself checking every other day. And surprisingly, the readings are on point. Needless to say, I think this is a hoax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-3479752801436639122?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/3479752801436639122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=3479752801436639122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/3479752801436639122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/3479752801436639122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2011/01/libra-for-life.html' title='Libra for Life'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-6967496606105610087</id><published>2011-01-12T03:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T03:19:40.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time...</title><content type='html'>Well damn, the last post was December 2008. Where has 2 years gone. My mind must be extremely heavy to venture to the blogsphere. I've been so consumed by real life. It's the wee hours in the morning and NYC is in the process of being buried with snow. The last blizzard had oh dear Mayor Bloomberg in hot water so he's making sure everything goes smoothly with this clean up effort. I already heard the plow come thru the block 3 to 4 times in one night. I didn't hear a plow for 2 days after the blizzard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough about that, I have directed my focus to a new book I bought today titled, The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson. With the way this winter is going, looks like I'll be spending a lot of time in doors so I might as well catch up on a few good reads. The last 3 books I've read were written by my cousin, Varian Johnson. I would highly recommend them to teenage to young adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected this blog is all over the place, which helps to break up the monotony of my head space's current topic. I'll take that yawn to mean the dream gods are calling me. Until next time, and hopefully that's not another 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-6967496606105610087?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/6967496606105610087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=6967496606105610087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/6967496606105610087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/6967496606105610087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2011/01/long-time.html' title='Long Time...'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-917032189943667494</id><published>2008-12-29T19:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:40:58.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancehall'/><title type='text'>In Memory of Ice</title><content type='html'>This past Christmas season, Black Roses Crew lost yet another member of it's family. The loss of Ice, marks the second major dancer gunned down from the crew. I cannot speak on the cause of these tragic murders but I will say it's ridiculous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall Ice &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDZsWtBm7qw"&gt;'taking it to dem'&lt;/a&gt; in Beenie's World Dance video. I would rewind the video countless times to capture Ice's every move. My fondest memory is the first time seeing Ice dance live.  My friend and I were at an Ouch Crew dance at La Roose in Portmore. Black Roses took their spot, center stage. And Ice just glided on the concrete on his tippy toes as if he was literally on ice.  I watched without blinking, certain to bring some of the moves back to the states.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in the dance, violence and good times go hand in hand. For a while Ice appeared to be the lone survivor of Black Roses, still innovating new moves to bust in the dance.  Still taking it to the new cats who were destined to dance their way to the top. Now I don't know if this is an isolated incident or one to silence Black Roses for good, but whatever the issues are, the violence and disrespect for mankind has to end.  And I pray this tragedy doesn't end in folks pointing fingers at which artist or dancer is responsible for Ice's murder. I hope justice is served. I hope the dancehall continues to be an arena for ghetto youth to dance or dj their way from JA to Japan to New York to Germany to Cape Town and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Ice. Gone too soon and will never be forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-917032189943667494?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/917032189943667494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=917032189943667494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/917032189943667494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/917032189943667494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-memory-of-ice.html' title='In Memory of Ice'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-4643988890773174319</id><published>2008-08-19T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:50:53.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Suck a fat one Bob</title><content type='html'>So Bob Costas and Ato Bolden are talking fuckery about Usain Bolt celebrating before crossing the finish line. Shit like it's not fair to the other runners and the Olympics and the audience as a whole. Are they fucking kidding me? Bolt is 21 years old and was in the midst of accomplishing history. Who the hell are they to determine how he should respond. I'm really side-eying Ato, because he should know the adrenaline and excitement that Bolt was feeling. Bob is just being a dope as usual, he probably was having withdrawal symptoms from leaning off of Phelps’ balls to even discuss track and field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion, as you may already assume, is Bolt can do whatever the hell he wants. He didn't flip the bird to the other Olympians, the youth was simply overjoyed. Is there a book of etiquette for how one should celebrate? What about the volleyball player running up in the stands after his victory? I didn't hear shit about that. Bob also says that Bolt slowed his numbers down by the early celebration. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. It's his record to make or break. He clearly was in the lead and won. Damn must we 'yes massa, I's sure happy I won' all the damn time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolt to the world! He should have nah lingered with the sweep all the way to the finish line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-4643988890773174319?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/4643988890773174319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=4643988890773174319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/4643988890773174319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/4643988890773174319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2008/08/suck-fat-one-bob.html' title='Suck a fat one Bob'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-603945891484080219</id><published>2008-08-18T09:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:01:50.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Take it to them Jamaica!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been enjoying the Olympics so far. But my highlight was track and field. Too bad, so sad for Tyson Gay. Jamaica just came well prepared to damage hopes and dreams.  Usain Bolt took the gold for the men with ease. Dude was beating his chest and opening his arms like 'what' before even crossing the finish line. The ultimate was when he bust the Nah Linga &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6Snu0zgE3s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6Snu0zgE3s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;with his sneaker in one hand and flag in the other. Shelly-Ann Fraser, Sherone Simpson, and Kerron Stewart conquered the gold and silver. The youth basically snatched this one from the old timers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-603945891484080219?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/603945891484080219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=603945891484080219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/603945891484080219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/603945891484080219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-it-to-them-jamaica.html' title='Take it to them Jamaica!!!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-7487947605158990098</id><published>2008-06-13T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:06:48.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Take it to them Ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewt_9R-3qes&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewt_9R-3qes&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a fan of Ray Allen, but have not been feeling his play in some of these play off games. But watching him play the entire game on Thursday and blow past the young legs of Sasha Vuyacic, was exciting indeed. And the finish was oh so sweet. Not to mention the Celtics lost me when I saw them go down by double digits early. I tuned back in toward the end of the third quarter to see them storm back from a 24 point deficit. And sat astonished as they took the lead and ran with it. Go Boston!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-7487947605158990098?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/7487947605158990098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=7487947605158990098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/7487947605158990098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/7487947605158990098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2008/06/take-it-to-them-ray.html' title='Take it to them Ray'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-1604250029596087917</id><published>2008-04-03T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:55:55.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old man in and out of the club please stop'/><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>Folks, what would you do if you were boning or getting boned and you or your partner's pacemaker went off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relative told me he was down at the Thursday nightspot dancing Salsa and something felt like it hit him in the back of his head. The shock sent him to the floor causing him to land on one knee. His auto response was, ‘who did that?’ as he assumed his fiancé came along and knocked him upside his head with a ‘pipe’. He later learned upon getting an exact reading of when his pacemaker went off, that it was (get down on it) Thursday in the midst of his spicy two-step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this whole ordeal to be severely humorous because said relative swears he’s a sugar mac daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellas, watch your pace…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-1604250029596087917?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/1604250029596087917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=1604250029596087917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/1604250029596087917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/1604250029596087917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-8724083243810762530</id><published>2008-03-29T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:46:52.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend Goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Blazin De Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/R-64TbT4MlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AXdnMby7cWo/s1600-h/IMG_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/R-64TbT4MlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AXdnMby7cWo/s320/IMG_1848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183282865038176850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that it's a year gone again. My friends and I went to MSG to see Machel and friends perform. Of course it was spectacular, but not as amazing as last year. The special guests included, The Mighty Sparrow, Patrice Roberts, Peter Ram (delish), Ricky T (screams Pressure Boom!), Macka Diamond, Pitbull, and others I can't think of at the moment. I had a great time, the crowd was profound. To see all the hands waving rags in the air was just joyful. Though Machel's pants were kind of snug, he still juked and whine. The highlight of the show for me, was when he performed Jamishness and then Ricky T came out. I nearly lost it and I thought I was going to fall into the row in front of me. Once again thumbs up Machel Montano you tore down the Garden's stage again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-8724083243810762530?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/8724083243810762530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=8724083243810762530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/8724083243810762530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/8724083243810762530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2008/03/blazin-de-trail.html' title='Blazin De Trail'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/R-64TbT4MlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AXdnMby7cWo/s72-c/IMG_1848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-7932042832323853212</id><published>2008-03-13T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:06:32.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dosmetic violence'/><title type='text'>Love is Blind, But a black eye is black</title><content type='html'>Why do women justify being abused. How does a punch become a scratch in 2 days? Don't kick someone out unless you mean it. If a dude laid hands on me he would not be able to re-enter my home period. And if he was crying then we'd have to go another round. I do not understand how my beautiful black sisters can take abuse and then make excuses for why their asses were kicked. Bottom line is, the dude meant to do it. There was no accident, his hand wanted to land on your eye, nose, bottom lip, lower back, etc... The bum is only crying because he realizes he has nowhere to stay and hell it's still cold at night in the NYC. Stop saying 'oh it's because he's...' I don't give a fuck where a dude is born, abuse is unacceptable. I can't tell anyone how to live their life, but I'll be damned if I'm using concealer to cover up black eyes. I've been blessed to have never been put in a circumstance where a dude was feeling froggy enough to leap, but I am also blessed at knowing how to choose a dude that loves life. Ladies love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-7932042832323853212?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/7932042832323853212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=7932042832323853212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/7932042832323853212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/7932042832323853212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-is-blind-but-black-eye-is-black.html' title='Love is Blind, But a black eye is black'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-2738634949175850886</id><published>2008-01-21T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:30:16.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This day in history'/><title type='text'>A Moment to Reflect</title><content type='html'>I'd like to take the observation of Martin Luther King Jr. Day to discuss my mom's experience in Wilmington, North Carolina. In the late 60's as my mom sat in New Hanover High learning history with no account of her African American history, a follower of Rev. Ben Shafer entered the classroom. With great intensity he shouted, "Get out of class, come and march. There is a revolution going on!" My mom recalls jumping out of her seat without hesitation. My mom and several classmates joined Rev. Ben Shafer and his followers (I believe they were known as Wilmington 10) in a march against injustices of Blacks in Wilmington. They went from the streets to the church.  The protest was interrupted when shots were fired from a car. The protesters shot back letting the racists know that they were not going to stand down and watch while their brothers and sisters and children were being destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I loved to hear my mom tell this story. She said it was always the youth who helped to bring about change because they were fearless. The older populace were set in their ways and they didn't want to 'start trouble' by marching and challenging the status quo. So it was her generation at the time who supported Martin Luther King Jr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unified voice of people of color has lost its steam. In today's society, the youth are taking advantage of what our parents had to fight for. They are embodying too much of the individualistic mindset that this society promotes. Please reflect on the purpose of Martin Luther King Jr's dream. His dream was one of uniting a nation for the improvement of humanity, not just for self-improvement through monetary or material gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-2738634949175850886?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/2738634949175850886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=2738634949175850886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/2738634949175850886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/2738634949175850886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2008/01/moment-to-reflect.html' title='A Moment to Reflect'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-3240887642175577590</id><published>2008-01-12T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T12:46:13.355-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old man in and out of the club please'/><title type='text'>Old Man Magnet</title><content type='html'>I find myself asking, why is it that old ass dudes are always attracted to me. I have a friend who is the opposite, she's older and adores the young guys. Then I compare our personalities. She's a very out-going people person. On the other hand, I am more reserved (except at a party) and to myself. I find myself telling her to calm down sometimes. I have my Nana's spirit in me big time. I often hold my finger to my mouth and tell grown ass folks 'ssh' if I feel they are speaking too loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the personality, I do not have a geriatric swagger. What the hell is wrong with these men, I would not want to try and talk to someone who was just learning to walk while I was in my junior year of freaking High School! Another thing is the older guys have a been there done that mentality whereas they try to suck the youth out of you and make you just as old and miserable as them but without the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this year is a year of new beings in my life, who if I say 'I don't believe you, you need more people', they don't turn and look at me like, 'what? who are these people you speak of'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-3240887642175577590?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/3240887642175577590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=3240887642175577590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/3240887642175577590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/3240887642175577590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-man-magnet.html' title='Old Man Magnet'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-7940936397947757253</id><published>2007-12-22T14:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T14:59:43.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aX4Or2iaoCw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aX4Or2iaoCw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my readers, I wish you and your loved ones a wonderful Christmas and New Years. Take this time to share some precious moments and hear the beautiful voice of Mr. Luther Vandross wish us a Merry Christmas. To all that have lost a loved one just know they are celebrating the holiday with you in spirit. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-7940936397947757253?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/7940936397947757253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=7940936397947757253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/7940936397947757253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/7940936397947757253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-7257139551454543544</id><published>2007-12-07T12:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:50:06.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natural Haircare'/><title type='text'>Naturally Twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="visibility:visible"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" quality="high" FlashVars="ql=2&amp;src1=http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1836/8020259/flicks/1/3091176&amp;src2=http://widgetize.picturetrail.com/flicks/3091176" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="390" height="300" name="photo_book" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" style="height:300px;width:390px" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="whitespace:no-wrap;margin-top:10px;height:24px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&amp;cID=924"&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&amp;cID=925"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin-left:5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a five year natural hair journey. Above are the products I've used to help me through the rocky road. Organic Lock and Twist gel has been my product from the beginning. I use it for hold and shine when I double strand twist my hair. If interested you should be able to find this product at your local beauty supply or drug store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across the Cantu line over the summer and loved it. It leaves my hair soft and very manageable. I have only used the products shown above, but the line has many more products. The leave-in-conditioner allows me to wash and go without worrying about combing through a Brillo pad the next day. This product may also be found at local beauty supply or drug store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I have included Carol's Daughter Loc Butter. I use this in conjunction with the Organic Lock and Twist Gel for added shine and hold. The citrus oils provide a nice natural smell also. Visit Carol's Daughter for this product and other great natural products for your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to hear any new or old products that my fellow natural hair sisters are using to style their tresses. Please feel free to include in the comment section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-7257139551454543544?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/7257139551454543544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=7257139551454543544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/7257139551454543544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/7257139551454543544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/12/naturally-twisted_07.html' title='Naturally Twisted'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-5765530867656944526</id><published>2007-11-14T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T22:30:26.889-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Come on, Stephon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rzu7GZyb5PI/AAAAAAAAADk/0s9xZjr5uL0/s1600-h/stephon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rzu7GZyb5PI/AAAAAAAAADk/0s9xZjr5uL0/s320/stephon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132901918994851058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK - Stephon Marbury rejoined the New York Knicks in Los Angeles on Wednesday, one day after skipping a game at Phoenix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s unclear whether the star guard will play against the Clippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier Tuesday, the team fined Marbury more than $180,000 for missing the Suns game, the latest clash between the disgruntled point guard and coach Isiah Thomas.  The Knicks sent Marbury a letter informing him of the fine, according to a person with knowledge of the penalty who spoke to The Associated Press on Wednesday. He requested anonymity because he wasn’t authorized to discuss it. The Knicks would not confirm the fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the NBA’s collective bargaining agreement, players are docked 1/110th of their salaries for a missed game without a reasonable excuse. With Marbury scheduled to earn $20.1 million this season, that would be about $182,800. [&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21790150/"&gt;SOURCE&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what the hell is going on here, but Isiah and Stephon need to kiss and make up. And I was just getting excited over their 2-1 record. Who knew 3 games later the Knicks would be dancing to Twilight Zone theme music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-5765530867656944526?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/5765530867656944526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=5765530867656944526' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/5765530867656944526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/5765530867656944526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-york-stephon-marbury-rejoined-new.html' title='Come on, Stephon'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rzu7GZyb5PI/AAAAAAAAADk/0s9xZjr5uL0/s72-c/stephon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-1817226991926983393</id><published>2007-11-08T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T06:11:11.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy People'/><title type='text'>Utter Disrespect</title><content type='html'>So the Southern belle in me hates the utter rudeness of New Yorkers. I took the train with the commoners this evening and was totally disgusted. First my punk ass was scared to take out my white ear phones because I didn't want to alert any bum ass wanna be thugs to the fact that I had an ipod. My friend V says everyone has one these days but I'll be damned if someone jacks me for my birthday gift. I'd have to scrap and probably throw a nig' in the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I get off to transfer to the J train and as I get on I see these little rug rats chit chatting. This non-English speaking woman was sitting across from them. Apparently she was staring at them for quite some time and with reason. From the corner of my eye one chick's leg was thrown over the lap of the other chick and they were LOUD. Mind you this is the damn train, feet should be planted on the fucking floor. So at this point I hear one of the girls say, "She understands English, that's why she's all in our face" followed by another, "No she doesn't, leave her alone." Keep in mind, this woman is old enough to be their mother. So then I hear one of the girls say "fuck you". I shook my head and twisted my mouth. She repeats the insult several times before getting off at my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say the entire generation, but a lot of the kids of this new generation are highly misguided. Having a young mom or living in the projects is no excuse for the foolishness either.  It's beyond me for a minor to have blatant disrespect for an adult. I would've been locked up tonight anyhow that was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along, I'm coming down the stairs and as I go through the door this dude in front of me is having a melt down. He must've complimented a sister and she must've rolled her eyes which led to his chemical imbalance. I tune in at the point he goes "all Black woman do is roll their eyes" *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and give birth to your black ass&lt;/span&gt;* So I knit my brows and turn to see if someone was behind me because I knew this mother effer wasn't talking to me. We're going down the second level of stairs which lead to the street and he's really hot now. "they can win a contest...buy the tightest outfit, get your hair and nails done...and when a nigga (or might have been brotha) try to compliment you, you roll your eyes" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm walking behind this loser and he happens to see another man walking and relives his heartbreak. Before I totally tuned him out, I heard him say "I'm going to get my hair cut, get all dressed up and if some female say what's up to me I'm going to roll my eyes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short dude was a moron and the chicks on the train were cunt buckets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-1817226991926983393?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/1817226991926983393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=1817226991926983393' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/1817226991926983393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/1817226991926983393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/11/utter-disrespect.html' title='Utter Disrespect'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-6460011247517635840</id><published>2007-10-21T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T09:52:45.780-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>It's a No for Allan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RxtX2eLhOiI/AAAAAAAAADU/2x0I_EnOJKo/s1600-h/allanhouston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RxtX2eLhOiI/AAAAAAAAADU/2x0I_EnOJKo/s320/allanhouston.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123785594390002210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Allan Houston changed his mind on rejoining the New York Knicks for the 07-08 Season.  I must admit I was excited when my friend sent me the text message stating he was making a comeback. It's obvious at this point the Knicks need a prayer circle, Jesus, and 5 new dudes in order to be contenders. But the idea of seeing Allan's sweet jump shot again brought a smile to my face. He felt as though it wouldn't be fair to the Knicks, if he came back now. I honestly didn't want to see Allan sitting on the bench with bags of ice on each knee (side-eyes old images of Ewing). Isiah Thomas wasn't too thrilled with Allan's return, and Allan mostly likely picked up on the non-supportive vibe. I will keep my New York Knick pom-pons buried and check out Boston real hard this season. It's going to get real interesting with Garnett, and Ray Allen alongside Pierce up North in Boston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-6460011247517635840?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/6460011247517635840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=6460011247517635840' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/6460011247517635840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/6460011247517635840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-no-for-allan.html' title='It&apos;s a No for Allan'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RxtX2eLhOiI/AAAAAAAAADU/2x0I_EnOJKo/s72-c/allanhouston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-673753864358955524</id><published>2007-10-18T22:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:17:44.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another day at the office'/><title type='text'>Nasty Buzzards</title><content type='html'>So obviously, R. Kelly isn't the only one who likes to give golden showers. So I'm at work minding my business and not giving a fluck as usual. I proceed to eat my lunch when the cleaning lady feels the need to ask me, 'you hear what happen' in her lovely Trini accent. I look up, like what now? She tells me the Russian (that's what I call him) came to the kitchen yesterday to make coffee and notice some golden rain in the pot. He sniffed and voila it was pee pee. So this brainiac aka nasty buzzard washed the pot out not once but twice with fucking dish detergent and prepared a pot of 'fresh' piss...err I mean coffee with a shot of piss. So he decides today to tell this other dude about his findings from the day before. Dude automatically gives him the side-eye and tells the cleaning lady, who then asks the Russian if this is true. He says yes and it's confirmed by two managers. So around 3 today his story turns into a misunderstanding. Supposedly, the Russian and dude was in the kitchen at the same time and dude was about to lock the door to the warehouse kitchen and the Russian tells him don't lock the door they might think that you will pee in the coffee pot. WHAT WHAT IN THE BUTT FUCK??? So you know I'm happy I don't drink coffee right?!? But please believe I will be having my tea without the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-673753864358955524?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/673753864358955524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=673753864358955524' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/673753864358955524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/673753864358955524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/10/nasty-buzzards.html' title='Nasty Buzzards'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-2264934089827324799</id><published>2007-10-18T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:02:18.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancehall'/><title type='text'>Hot Vid/Hot Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/frDPhVZ6c1c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/frDPhVZ6c1c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the need to post this video for this hot tune, I rock to whenever I hit my favorite bar/lounge in Brooklyn. Tessanne Chin delivers a sweet melody with her influx of rock, reggae, and dance hall, in her hit &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hide Away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-2264934089827324799?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/2264934089827324799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=2264934089827324799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/2264934089827324799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/2264934089827324799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/10/hot-vidhot-song.html' title='Hot Vid/Hot Song'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-1205811201376647801</id><published>2007-10-14T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T16:53:30.839-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Flicks'/><title type='text'>Tyler Delivers Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RxJ8l-LhOgI/AAAAAAAAADE/z52Y-ZxCl4Y/s1600-h/married.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RxJ8l-LhOgI/AAAAAAAAADE/z52Y-ZxCl4Y/s400/married.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121292718061992450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I went to see Tyler Perry's new movie, Why Did I Get Married. Let me first mention that Tyler is number one at the box office today, grossing $22.3 million according to Fandango.com. Yay Madea! I found the movie to be very entertaining. I don't want to give anything away for those who have yet to see it. I did enjoy Jill Scott's character and the obnoxiousness of Tasha Smith's character. The movie shows the dynamics of what often breaks marriages and what should or could be done to avoid divorce. In some cases, the marriage cannot be saved at all! This movie is a great opportunity for a sister girl night out. It's also a very therapeutic movie for couples to enjoy too.  So if you have yet to support Mr. Perry, please do, you will be thoroughly entertained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-1205811201376647801?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/1205811201376647801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=1205811201376647801' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/1205811201376647801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/1205811201376647801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/10/tyler-delivers-again.html' title='Tyler Delivers Again'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RxJ8l-LhOgI/AAAAAAAAADE/z52Y-ZxCl4Y/s72-c/married.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-3450821265907545868</id><published>2007-10-10T20:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:35:15.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend Goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Much Needed Vacation'/><title type='text'>Miami Carnival 2k7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rw1rvBOwipI/AAAAAAAAACg/TZaFIoEC71E/s1600-h/dragon2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rw1rvBOwipI/AAAAAAAAACg/TZaFIoEC71E/s400/dragon2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119866806918482578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the joy and splendor of going to Miami for Carnival this year with my two friends. I love Miami's Carnival, because unlike New York you can drink your rum and jump behind any truck without literally jumping over barricades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived on Friday and instantly got my Wet Willie's fix. I didn't recall Call the Cab tasting like a frozen NyQuil but it did. So I ordered a Triple Play and was right as rain afterwards. We attempted to go to a dancehall party but the busters were overcharging at the door as usual so we ended up going to 10 to 10. 10 to 10 is a stage show/fete that goes from 10 in the night until 10 in the morning. The party was sweet, with exception to the harsh rain showers. Fine men were in abundance and my eyes were having a good time. As the rain came down we danced to the sweet tunes of Burning Flames, Iwer George and finally Machel Montano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I linked up with a fellow Crunkster, which is the fab and oh so adorable &lt;a href="http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1836/8020259/17215961/282697638.jpg"&gt;Q! &lt;/a&gt;An oncoming rain shower shortened our beach time, so we hit up Ocean Drive. We all went to Mangos where this one Gwen Stephanie look alike stole the show. We all left Mangos feeling lovely, I had an extremely strong Mojito. Some random dude on the strip offered to take our pic, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rw1s3xOwiqI/AAAAAAAAACo/EG3_mgIzMog/s1600-h/dagirls2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rw1s3xOwiqI/AAAAAAAAACo/EG3_mgIzMog/s320/dagirls2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119868056753965730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    though my skeptical ass was wondering if he would make a mad dash with my camera. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we headed to Carnival, but not as quick as &lt;a href="http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1836/8020259/17215961/282706347.jpg"&gt;Mr. Zestilicious&lt;/a&gt;. The only wack part about Miami's Carnival is the $20 admission into the park. I'm used to rolling up on Eastern Parkway free of charge. Once we were in our comfort zone onlooking the festivities, Mr. Zestilicious was determined to steal the show. He literally posed for the camera now &lt;a href="http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1836/8020259/17215961/282706355.jpg"&gt;click &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1836/8020259/17215961/282706353.jpg"&gt;click &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1836/8020259/17215961/282706350.jpg"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude clearly made my day. But he wasn't the only diva to steal the show.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rw1vHBOwirI/AAAAAAAAACw/UdQe6w4_GKI/s1600-h/prettyinpink.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rw1vHBOwirI/AAAAAAAAACw/UdQe6w4_GKI/s320/prettyinpink.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119870517770226354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  She was too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that owned the road for me was Ricky T's, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=UbAX2MKne1c"&gt;Pressure Boom&lt;/a&gt;. Nothing but bad behavior came from me this weekend as that song played. Other hot tunes were Patrice Robert's Wuking Up and Machel's Whining Season. We took in some more fine men and left early to get ready for Jabba's Strike Back party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jabba's party was the bomb, and I was mad as hell I had to leave early in order to catch the flight I eventually missed. Yeah no need to go into that because this post is only about good times spent in Miami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-3450821265907545868?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/3450821265907545868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=3450821265907545868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/3450821265907545868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/3450821265907545868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/10/miami-carnival-2k7_10.html' title='Miami Carnival 2k7'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rw1rvBOwipI/AAAAAAAAACg/TZaFIoEC71E/s72-c/dragon2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-6734769872126994792</id><published>2007-09-26T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:35:56.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Old and Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rvr5JzRl2PI/AAAAAAAAABk/ecCY27s8-FQ/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rvr5JzRl2PI/AAAAAAAAABk/ecCY27s8-FQ/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114674273610750194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow starts the last year of my rolling 20's. Unlike some of my other amigos, I'm not really sweating it. I did a few fake cries but no real anxiety attacks. I have one friend who can't even say thirty. She can only manage thh thh thh and then her shoulders collapse. I can look back and say I had a damn good time in my 20's. So I look forward to conquering the next stage as a wiser, stronger, and sexier senorita. I plan to travel to further destinations and get a few more degrees. Oh and a family would be nice too. Happy Birthday to me me me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-6734769872126994792?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/6734769872126994792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=6734769872126994792' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/6734769872126994792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/6734769872126994792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-old-and-shit.html' title='Getting Old and Shit'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rvr5JzRl2PI/AAAAAAAAABk/ecCY27s8-FQ/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-4596609109718229287</id><published>2007-09-08T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:18:40.259-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Random thought spurred from Random invite</title><content type='html'>I have a baby shower to attend tomorrow. I knew the girl from High School but we haven't really bonded much since then. I'm just wondering if anyone think it's peculiar for someone to invite random people to showers or weddings for that matter. This brings me to one of my best friends in Junior High,  yup I said it Junior flucking High. She married her long term boyfriend and invited me to the wedding. Perhaps it's my sometimes anti-social ass who finds this strange. But if I don't par with you and haven't spoken to you in say damn near 10 years chances are I'm not inviting you to shyte. Tell me what do you think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-4596609109718229287?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/4596609109718229287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=4596609109718229287' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/4596609109718229287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/4596609109718229287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-thought-spurred-from-random.html' title='Random thought spurred from Random invite'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-248409372021016300</id><published>2007-08-13T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:50:15.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancehall'/><title type='text'>Hot Vid</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9a1hGwWRP8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9a1hGwWRP8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get overly excited when I see a video that exudes raw dancehall material. Often times pretty packaged products come out of the dancehall community and what the mainstream views is a diluted image of the party scene I love so much. This video for the song Boys by M.I.A. is hot! It features most of the popular dance moves taking the dancehall community by storm. There are appearances by Black Blingas, Timeless, Sample Six, Ravers Clavers, G Unit, Kadillac, Shelly Belly...just to name a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-248409372021016300?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/248409372021016300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=248409372021016300' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/248409372021016300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/248409372021016300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/08/hot-vid.html' title='Hot Vid'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-714784952086137483</id><published>2007-08-11T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:52:15.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be Be Kids'/><title type='text'>Be Be Kids</title><content type='html'>So I'm in my living room watching an African movie, which are the hotness, and I hear all sorts of noise outside. Now living in BK you may think it's normal. I have this issue whereas I feel at a certain time in the night not a creature should be stirring. I go to the window and see a block full of half pints running wild. I whisper a 'wtf' and I see adults in the midst of this fuckery but no one is seeming to handle the situation. I heard bottles breaking with a mix of foul language. Eventually this demented day care scene made it's way to the corner where I heard more noise and eventually police sirens. Now I don't know if the Be Be kids were told to quiet down or if they were actually taken into custody, but it has certainly added another point to the 'has the world gone mad campaign'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-714784952086137483?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/714784952086137483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=714784952086137483' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/714784952086137483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/714784952086137483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/08/be-be-kids.html' title='Be Be Kids'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-1102871364470808619</id><published>2007-07-19T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:12:39.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bundle of Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RqX6uAx0ZkI/AAAAAAAAABU/lPW3itYvbaI/s1600-h/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RqX6uAx0ZkI/AAAAAAAAABU/lPW3itYvbaI/s320/princess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090750622202095170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 13, 2007 my precious little niece was born. My sister gave birth to the first great grand for my paternal grandmother, the first grandchild to my parents and my first niece. So she is truly a blessing. Not to mention her birthday came straight during midday (lotto talk) on the following Saturday. My stilettos come off to all the mothers out there. The feeling of seeing this little tiny being that once lived in my sister's belly is amazing. I stare at her in amazement everyday. I look at my sister as a true hero after seeing the early stages of labor. I must've ran out of the labor and delivery room about 3 times. Yes I'm a punk, but I still cry if I see my big sis cry. lol. Enjoy the pic and thanks for sharing this moment with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-1102871364470808619?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/1102871364470808619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=1102871364470808619' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/1102871364470808619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/1102871364470808619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/07/bundle-of-joy.html' title='Bundle of Joy'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RqX6uAx0ZkI/AAAAAAAAABU/lPW3itYvbaI/s72-c/princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-8163623112630621642</id><published>2007-07-08T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T15:40:54.767-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Times'/><title type='text'>Weekend Goodness</title><content type='html'>This weekend was pretty interesting. So I left work with my mouth watering for sweet and shower shrimp, only later to find out the kitchen was closed. So we just ended up having a couple of drinks. Those couple of drinks made my alcohol intake surpass what I ate for the day. I ended up finding a comfy nucca free corner to dance my ass off in.  Of course some chicks came over with their dude in an attempt to crowd my space but I innocently threw some 'bows when hip hop came on. My friend was also bothered by the skinny chick pretending to have hips and constantly bumping into her chair. We manage to leave without getting ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, was supposed to be a movie day and another attempt at sweet and sour shrimp. Transformers was sold out, but we were delighted to see that a Cold Stone Creamery opened up across the street from the theater. We hung out and limed a bit and then headed to Squadz for some got damn sweet and sour shrimp. When we got there it was fairly empty to our surprise, the waitress greeted us and told us the kitchen was being remodeled and that Squadz would be closed next week and to reopen Friday! So we went to another spot with good food in BK and yes I had some sweet and sour shrimp and a rum punch. *smiles* My friend and I were en route to go lime at the promenade but a friend called and told us of a bbq he was at. We ended up crashing the bbq and dancing our asses off yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrap my weekend by saying by golly I think this ol' goat still got it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-8163623112630621642?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/8163623112630621642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=8163623112630621642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/8163623112630621642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/8163623112630621642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-goodness.html' title='Weekend Goodness'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-3496740099729653430</id><published>2007-07-04T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:38:09.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day Off!!!</title><content type='html'>Gosh it feels good to wake up whenever I want today. I plan to raid bbq's today and hit up a picnic (I hate this word because the origin means 'pick a nigger to lynch'). Boggling isn't it? I remember back in the days when we lit our own fireworks. But those days are long gone, I love my fingers so I will try and catch the display down by the Promenade. So everyone please be safe and enjoy the hell out of this middle of the damn week day off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-3496740099729653430?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/3496740099729653430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=3496740099729653430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/3496740099729653430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/3496740099729653430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-day-off.html' title='Happy Day Off!!!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-6364039902884591899</id><published>2007-06-29T09:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:18:52.488-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>I'm In Favor Of...</title><content type='html'>So I watched the Democratic debates last night. The candidates discussed topics varying from HIV in the Black community, Economic disparities based on race to handling genocide in Darfur. My favorites were Hillary Clinton and Dennis Kucinich. Barack Obama's views were a bit too general for me. When addressing HIV/AIDS he vaguely hinted that homophobia in churches and other Black institutions is partially to blame for the rapid rates of the spread of the disease. I felt some of the candidates were half asleep with their responses. Mike Gravel insisted that ending the War on Drugs would cure all our problems. Gravel also did not bite his tongue when saying the rest of the candidates had no idea what they were talking about regarding taxation, for he worked in Finance for 8 years. Gravel also hinted that the candidates were lying about what actions they would take based on political actions they have already taken. All in all it was an interesting debate that allowed me to see where each candidate stood. However the candidates were facing a predominately Black audience at Howard University. I will view how these candidates address these same issues when speaking to other communities. Once the flip flopping begins, so will my  process of elimination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-6364039902884591899?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/6364039902884591899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=6364039902884591899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/6364039902884591899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/6364039902884591899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-favor-of.html' title='I&apos;m In Favor Of...'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-2102260548513270208</id><published>2007-06-23T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T11:31:19.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend Goodness'/><title type='text'>Cyber Reunion</title><content type='html'>It's going to be on like hot buttered popcorn. Today I get to meet a few of the people I speak with on a daily basis perhaps more than my co-workers, fam, and friends. A handful of us will be painting the town all sorts of colors. lol. My sis says she has to hurry up and have her baby because I'm hanging with my cyber buddies. So what! lol. In this day and age you take acquaintances however they may come. I plan to have a good ol' time and not fretting over who the crunksters are or how I met them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-2102260548513270208?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/2102260548513270208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=2102260548513270208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/2102260548513270208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/2102260548513270208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/06/cyber-reunion.html' title='Cyber Reunion'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-458916065139973809</id><published>2007-06-11T21:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:02:39.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rm3-s69N30I/AAAAAAAAABE/qOe80NGFVrg/s1600-h/nina%27sshowercake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rm3-s69N30I/AAAAAAAAABE/qOe80NGFVrg/s320/nina%27sshowercake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074992402810134338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a whirlwind of activity. I had the joy of planning my big sis's baby shower.  It was an honor to see the results of months of planning.  It was a nice turn out and I got to mingle with family and friends.  Although some fam I can do without mingling with ever! Brother of my dad you know who you are if your brain cells ever allow you to wander over to my world. Anyway, the music was cool, the food was delish, and the CAKE...Now let me take a moment from this post to plug the hell out of yet another Brooklyn hot spot. I ordered the cake from Lord's bakery and it was scrumptious and extremely pretty. I went behind the bar to make one drink and ended up being the designated bartender.  So my only woe is that I didn't get a pic to my knowledge of me and my sis.  I am happy the day has come and gone, and now our family awaits the most blessed day of all, when the new bundle of joy is born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-458916065139973809?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/458916065139973809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=458916065139973809' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/458916065139973809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/458916065139973809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/Rm3-s69N30I/AAAAAAAAABE/qOe80NGFVrg/s72-c/nina%27sshowercake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-3362264904111874741</id><published>2007-06-03T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:03:26.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend Goodness'/><title type='text'>Shop Till I Dropped</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasures of hanging with the fam this weekend. I went to the mall with my mom, sis and her husband. I left the house with the intentions to help my sis shop for a dress for her upcoming baby shower. Then a little light in my head went off and told me 'you must shop for work' 'you must go into Nine West Outlet and buy more shoes'. I did manage to purchase an incredibly sexy shoe from Nine West, with a glittery pump heel, fiyah indeed. The shopping did feel good but in my head I already have items that will be going back to the store because they are suddenly ugly to me. lol. We dined at the Cheesecake Factory, which was cool. I cheated on Juniors and ordered a strawberry cheesecake to go.  It was pretty damn good too.  Although I had to watch Lebron and corp lay the smack down on my Detroit Pistons, I did enjoy every bite of my cheesecake. Now my weekend is winding down and it's back to shitty work on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-3362264904111874741?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/3362264904111874741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=3362264904111874741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/3362264904111874741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/3362264904111874741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/06/shop-till-i-dropped.html' title='Shop Till I Dropped'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-5185260234647610547</id><published>2007-05-22T19:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:04:21.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another day at the office'/><title type='text'>The Work Place</title><content type='html'>Today's blog is brought to you by a disgruntled employee, ME! I blame a bootleg temp agency for my current place of work. Yeah I didn't have to tell the cock sucker that I wanted the job, but hey a sister has to eat. I share an office with a 63 year old woman, who talks  incessantly. She probably would still speak with my espadrilles trapped down her throat. Moving along, I am going to note the most irking things to hear before the clock strikes 12 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Good Morning *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;2. Oh you changed your hair...how did you do that?&lt;br /&gt;3. My father fell again...(followed by how and which body part bled *gags*)&lt;br /&gt;4. The smell of hard boiled eggs, which is her daily breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm not coming in on Friday, so I'm going to let all the sales people know to call your extension. *from this point forward I have to hear her tell each sales person to call my extension on Friday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I have been sort of blessed with the tool of tuning people out! Because if not it would be hell of hard to explain how I managed to turn my workplace into Camp Crystal Lake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-5185260234647610547?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/5185260234647610547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=5185260234647610547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/5185260234647610547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/5185260234647610547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/05/work-place.html' title='The Work Place'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-9177613589383314130</id><published>2007-05-13T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:07:52.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Times'/><title type='text'>Weekend Goodness</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful weekend, so I just had to blog about it. My Friday night was lifted by a mixture of henney and cranberry, thug passion, and of course double patron shots. I enjoyed karaoke night with my friends. And we had a ball! I sang Rick James, Super Freak...er...no pun intended. And Mya's Case of the Ex, I had my broom stick dance routine and all. After all the fun and games I woke up slightly hung over on Saturday, and somewhat cursed my drinking from the night before, but if I had to do it again, I'd pretty much do it the same damn way. You live and you don't learn much. lol. Saturday I went to Flatbush Ave. in search of a hoochie mama outfit. I felt like Bobbay at rehab, I was totally lost. Later that night my cousin came up from Philly, and we went partying. The party was the bomb! I danced my ass off and made it home in one piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-9177613589383314130?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/9177613589383314130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=9177613589383314130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/9177613589383314130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/9177613589383314130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend-goodness.html' title='Weekend Goodness'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-2377431036617576197</id><published>2007-04-30T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T09:04:59.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Damn Miami</title><content type='html'>Miami took a blow this past weekend that no team has faced in 50 years of the NBA. After being crowned champions of the 2005-2006 season, they do not stand a chance of regaining the crown. They have been knocked out in the first round. Simply put as Dwyane Wade said, "a one hit wonder". The Heat were swept by the Chicago Bulls in the first round of the playoffs. Now the Bulls shall face my favorite team, the Detroit Pistons. But the irony of it all will be too sweet, because my man Ben Wallace who is now with the Bulls will have a chance to compete against his former team. Good Times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-2377431036617576197?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/2377431036617576197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=2377431036617576197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/2377431036617576197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/2377431036617576197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/04/damn-miami.html' title='Damn Miami'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-8388850605798565190</id><published>2007-04-28T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:10:21.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating Scene'/><title type='text'>Prevalent Problems With Dating Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RjO4DwJ-EqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-2NJbibkPRI/s1600-h/meseeingrichoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RjO4DwJ-EqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-2NJbibkPRI/s200/meseeingrichoff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058589181073035938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should have paid attention in 3rd grade when the girls’ line surpassed the boys’ line. This was a sign of an inevitable dating crisis. Once you factor in relocating after college, the picture gets grimmer. Fast forward to you and your girls going out for a night on the town, and whose line is always longer, of course the women’s line. Which means, men will be using recycled gimmicks throughout the night on various women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike men, women are more skeptical to date younger men. Of course you have women that break this mode, but the majority of women look to date men their age or older. So the older a women gets the more limited her dating options become. As we get older we often have less tolerance for the dating game. We begin to see right through lines that used to attract us in our early twenties. Our mother’s voices soon become our own. Men are scared of us because they feel as though our biological clock possesses us and the first thing we want from any breathing man is a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue is the lack of creativity in planning a date. It seems like a movie and dinner are the staple of what a date should be. Then there is the guy who offers his crib as the venue for a first date. A movie and dinner then turns to let’s order food at my place and rent a movie. Once the relationship is established I see no problem with spending quality time at home alone. But in the beginning and throughout the relationship horizons should be broadened. An offer to go to a jazz concert, a play, and a museum are all very intriguing. For a more intimate dating scene, a walk in the park or along the boardwalk is a nice option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While nature offers countless priceless ventures, there still remains a problem of cheap stakes. It’s a timeless fact that women love to be pampered. We do not wish to sit through dinner wondering who’s going to pay for the meal. We want a reason to put on our sexy new shoes and get our hair coiffed. For some men, spending money equals brownie points, which can be traded in for sex.  I’d like to think that I am not the toy that comes with the happy meal. Even through inflation, the cheap stake is a thorn in a dating female’s side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these issues do not spell out the end of the dating scene. The male shortage may lead to you re locating as well. A new job or town could be a great move for you. This can also mean healthy competition. There is nothing wrong with stepping your appearance up a notch or learning new things to enhance your appeal. Dating should also be fun, so like men we should not limit ourselves to strict age requirements. Instead of waiting for a guy to offer a more adventurous evening we should give examples of the things we like to do. If you happen to fall for a cheap stake, then be willing to split the bill or offer to pay to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-8388850605798565190?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/8388850605798565190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=8388850605798565190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/8388850605798565190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/8388850605798565190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/04/prevalent-problems-with-dating-scene.html' title='Prevalent Problems With Dating Scene'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RjO4DwJ-EqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-2NJbibkPRI/s72-c/meseeingrichoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-2425578127886562102</id><published>2007-04-26T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:00:19.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am not my hair'/><title type='text'>Overpriced Natural Hairstylist</title><content type='html'>I got my hair done this past weekend, and I was clearly beat in the head. I always do my own hair but this time I wanted the hands of a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; in my hair. My issue is the cost these natural stylist charge for simple hairdos such as double strand twist. Especially when I can do this style sitting on my sofa while watching television. I'll give the woman credit, she did them very small but let's face it $90 is what I call getting raped in the rear with dry sand. Then there are the African hair stylist that take out all injustices they faced in life on my hairline. I wasn't up for that. So now I must work this overpriced hairdo for it's worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-2425578127886562102?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/2425578127886562102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=2425578127886562102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/2425578127886562102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/2425578127886562102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/04/overpriced-natural-hairstylist.html' title='Overpriced Natural Hairstylist'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-3155361275091060545</id><published>2007-04-02T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:44:00.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spa Treatment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RhEyWZm88GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/43ydaM8INF8/s1600-h/spa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RhEyWZm88GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/43ydaM8INF8/s320/spa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048872017671811170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday! Me and the ladies went out for some much needed spa treatment this weekend. I was joined by four of my friends. We went to Cynergy Spa located at 87 Fort Greene Pl, Brooklyn NY. I enjoyed a facial and massage. The environment was very relaxing and tranquil. The girl who did my facial was very helpful in recommending additional items to help in treating my skin. I highly recommend this spa for anyone in the area. We went to a cool Thai restaurant after and had lunch, which I also recommend. I had a mojito, yes I know from a Thai restaurant, and it was slamming. Perhaps slamming too much, because a couple of hours later I dropped my cell phone in the water while getting a pedicure. MUY MAL! So hopefully all the pampering I had this weekend will allow me to have a mellow work week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-3155361275091060545?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/3155361275091060545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=3155361275091060545' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/3155361275091060545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/3155361275091060545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/04/spa-treatment.html' title='Spa Treatment'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RhEyWZm88GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/43ydaM8INF8/s72-c/spa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-1621099325934138692</id><published>2007-03-28T16:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T16:21:09.627-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant Guide'/><title type='text'>Squadz: Bar and Grill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RgrNLpm88EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/u6-VmsD-_Do/s1600-h/wray%26nephew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RgrNLpm88EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/u6-VmsD-_Do/s200/wray%26nephew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047071932453548098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in Brooklyn, or are passing through you must hit up Squadz Bar and Grill. It's a nice laid back environment with great rum punches and good Caribbean food. My favorite dish are the sweet and sour shrimps. The rum punch being the reason I am slightly hung over midway through the work week.  Each night has a different theme. Last night (Tues.) was Karaoke, and on Thursday's a live band performs. Friday is Comedy Night, even though the rude ass Brooklyn heads wouldn't keep quiet. Most comedians ended their act by saying 'F*ck ya'll too'.  Oh but don't let that turn you off from Brooklyn's new hot spot, located at 1904 Utica/Flatlands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-1621099325934138692?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/1621099325934138692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=1621099325934138692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/1621099325934138692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/1621099325934138692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/03/squadz-bar-and-grill.html' title='Squadz: Bar and Grill'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/RgrNLpm88EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/u6-VmsD-_Do/s72-c/wray%26nephew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-6933954453588775650</id><published>2007-03-26T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:38:44.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Machel Montano - HD Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1836/8020259/15056265/240838397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1836/8020259/15056265/240838397.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday, March 23, 2007, I had the joy and splendor of attending the Machel Montano concert at the Paramount Theatre. The show was amazing. It was visually spectacular. Each song was portrayed as a different scene from Carnival.  For every up tempo song, every one stood and jammed down! At some points I had to leave the confines of my row all together. He had quite a few special guests, which added to the brilliant performance. Machel can have my money anytime he visits the Garden again! Perhaps this time, MSG will know his name and combine both shows and have the show in the Garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-6933954453588775650?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/6933954453588775650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=6933954453588775650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/6933954453588775650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/6933954453588775650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/03/machel-montano-hd-concert.html' title='Machel Montano - HD Concert'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942794370520262430.post-6989080580528064636</id><published>2007-03-25T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:27:24.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Welcome Party</title><content type='html'>I am throwing myself a welcome party to the world of blogging. Come one, come all. I plan to discuss relationships, sports, night life, art and many other facets of a city girl's life. I will give you my top New York City bars and lounges. So please stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942794370520262430-6989080580528064636?l=joibringsjoye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/feeds/6989080580528064636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942794370520262430&amp;postID=6989080580528064636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/6989080580528064636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942794370520262430/posts/default/6989080580528064636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joibringsjoye.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-welcome-party.html' title='My Welcome Party'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916872275960307717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9QOkc3IQ7o/SCka2Jel90I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/93oCzHXib_c/S220/joibrings.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
