<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609369828200825540</id><updated>2009-03-01T00:40:43.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my life, in words, in pictures, laughter, tears, screaming, EVERYTHING</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymezedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609369828200825540/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymezedwards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JAYMEZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504614376767515320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609369828200825540.post-8525350407998492251</id><published>2007-01-22T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:17:12.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want to be with me do you?</title><content type='html'>Love!......love, love, love, love. We all think about it, we all feel it,  (even if we don't want to.... Brooke.) We all eventually get our hearts broken at least once in your life. If your smart you don't let it happen again. Love is what I believe to be the one of the most...............&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;controversial&lt;/span&gt; things in life(,wither good or bad).&lt;br /&gt;                                    For those of us who actually would like to eventually be with THE ONE , one day. I don't mean the one for the day, the one with the nice ass so you think you love him/her, or the one with the money, I mean the ACTUAL one. I have come up with a sure fire plan to weed out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;unhopefuls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After going on your first date and you actually feel some sort of connection here is what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Please fill out this 3 page application, also include:&lt;br /&gt;         A.   &lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;submitting&lt;/span&gt; 2 photos of you as a child ( I have to know what our kids will look like)&lt;br /&gt;                 -medical history forms (including recent STD and HIV testing)&lt;br /&gt;                 -an essay on your relationship with your parents&lt;br /&gt;                 -4 family photos&lt;br /&gt;                 -a summary of your relationship with your siblings&lt;br /&gt;                 -family medical history forms (is any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;insanity&lt;/span&gt; on your side of the family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         B. &lt;strong&gt;Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 -photos of every person you have been in a relationship with&lt;br /&gt;                 -essay on your relationship and why you broke up/ and what lesson was learned&lt;br /&gt;                 -if any presents were exchanged&lt;br /&gt;                 -(if possible) there medical history&lt;br /&gt;                 -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;summary's&lt;/span&gt; on what they are doing now and if you and he/she still associate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         C. &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                 &lt;/strong&gt;-essay on your life and what you have learned&lt;br /&gt;                 -essay on your plans for the future&lt;br /&gt;                 -a 8x10&lt;br /&gt;                       1. head shot&lt;br /&gt;                       2. full body shot&lt;br /&gt;                       3. swim suit shot&lt;br /&gt;                       4. sexy shot (just for the hell of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please note this is included with the 3 page application- please turn in application with submissions and bouquet of a dozen roses. You will be informed upon review of your application of a date to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609369828200825540-8525350407998492251?l=jaymezedwards.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymezedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8525350407998492251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609369828200825540&amp;postID=8525350407998492251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609369828200825540/posts/default/8525350407998492251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609369828200825540/posts/default/8525350407998492251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymezedwards.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-want-to-be-with-me-do-you.html' title='You want to be with me do you?'/><author><name>JAYMEZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504614376767515320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13593813854009935708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609369828200825540.post-6124382591355875940</id><published>2007-01-21T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:27:07.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Mid-life Crisis</title><content type='html'>As my birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;approaches&lt;/span&gt;, my mind starts to go 500 miles a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt; about life and where I am at the moment. As depressed as I want to feel about it, I am actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. I actually have a dance career, that is slowly but surely becoming better by the year. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;personal life&lt;/span&gt; may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;caput&lt;/span&gt;, but why do I even need one. Being single lets me focus on the most important thing-MYSELF! oh and my new kitty, but I digress. I am not the young, confused, searching life for something that is not there, boy I used to be. &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/48qvju1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me at 20 and my sister at 4 or 12 or whatever age she was-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man, whose life is really JUST now beginning. Those things from the past have only prepared me for whats about to happen. The &lt;em&gt;GREAT&lt;/em&gt; things that are going to happen. I have met so many wonderful people in my life-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt; to boring, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ditsy&lt;/span&gt; to genius. I have been threw an EXTREME amount of.............&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; for lack of better word, but experience can only make one better. For once in my life, I look forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609369828200825540-6124382591355875940?l=jaymezedwards.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymezedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6124382591355875940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609369828200825540&amp;postID=6124382591355875940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609369828200825540/posts/default/6124382591355875940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609369828200825540/posts/default/6124382591355875940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymezedwards.blogspot.com/2007/01/mid-life-crisis.html' title='Mid-life Crisis'/><author><name>JAYMEZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504614376767515320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13593813854009935708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609369828200825540.post-7817283982860762236</id><published>2007-01-13T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T09:03:15.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>Do not Judge Me</title><content type='html'>It's funny how somethings in life you don't realize until you get older. We all do some type of judging no matter how hard it is not too. BUT give me a break sometimes&lt;br /&gt;              People are ridiculous. I can't say that its due to where I am living, because it is everywhere. how dare you judge me and not know a thing about me. Don't assume things because of what you have heard or have been lead to believe.&lt;br /&gt;        Don't you ever look at me like I am beneath you, when you sit there 300-400 pounds picking your nose, snarfing down 3 appitizers, an entree (3 bites of the salad), the biggest dessert on the menu and a dt pepsi. Just because I am serving you does not mean that server is short for slave. (AND THEN leave me 2 dollars and your wonderful mess to clean)&lt;br /&gt;        How dare you stare at me like I have a lazy eye, or..................purple hair ( even though there is nothing wrong with those). And it's not cause I'm pretty. I know I'm pretty, thats not an I'm pretty stare. It just gets old after a while. Why are you staring, have you never seen a brown person with some sort of style before who is not pimping and speaking ebonics-Sorry no stero-type here.&lt;br /&gt;    I don't know, It just seems like lately well not lately just in general, If judging me were money, alot of people (no one in particular) would be millionares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609369828200825540-7817283982860762236?l=jaymezedwards.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymezedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7817283982860762236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609369828200825540&amp;postID=7817283982860762236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609369828200825540/posts/default/7817283982860762236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609369828200825540/posts/default/7817283982860762236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymezedwards.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-not-judge-me.html' title='Do not Judge Me'/><author><name>JAYMEZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504614376767515320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13593813854009935708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609369828200825540.post-4386719949627955480</id><published>2007-01-11T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T19:15:03.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>For the past several days I have had to teach a bunch of children. Now I am not opposed to teaching, I love to choreograph and teach professionals, but CHILDREN!!!! For the love of god.                     &lt;br /&gt;                  You get tired of  saying: "Stand still, pay attention, HEY!! If you were listening then I expect the combination to be done correctly, I don't need the additude, You two stand apart, Stop talking, WHERE IS YOUR MOTHER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                I say all the time, I want a baby, I am pretty sure this was Jesus telling me to get a grip on life. After having to deal with these hellyuns for two days. I just want to be ALONE. I also had teenages but as we all know teenagers will be teenagers. BUT THE CHILDREN!!!! OH JESUS!!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     Many years ago I worked for this photography company called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Picture People, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;where I had to deal with children all day, every day,and there parents. I thought that was bad, well guess what I have a new winner. Nothing is crazier than having to teach the little...................bundles..........of..........&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609369828200825540-4386719949627955480?l=jaymezedwards.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymezedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4386719949627955480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609369828200825540&amp;postID=4386719949627955480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609369828200825540/posts/default/4386719949627955480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609369828200825540/posts/default/4386719949627955480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymezedwards.blogspot.com/2007/01/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>JAYMEZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504614376767515320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13593813854009935708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>