<?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-4453581861998859624</id><updated>2009-10-16T16:39:58.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From me to you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-1373477779126804126</id><published>2008-03-05T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:51:57.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Island part 2 continuation 3/5/08</title><content type='html'>When I graduate from high school I decided it was  time to leave home,And travel abroad&lt;br /&gt;I book a flight  from Trinidad to St.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Croix&lt;/span&gt;  when I arrived on the island it was&lt;br /&gt;in the wee hrs of the morning. The night life was jumping the people were all over the place&lt;br /&gt;there were  loud music  even at the airport.The taxi-driver's were very hospitable to the foreigners and visitors.&lt;br /&gt;Entering the Island for the first time Was very exciting, There were people every-where&lt;br /&gt;My friends had a taxi-cab waiting  to take me to the hotel, After &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;staying &lt;/span&gt;at the hotel for the&lt;br /&gt;night I was picked up by my friends the next morning.It was a beautiful day the weather  was great, "how" I will  always remember that day. My stay on the Island was very relaxing it was like being in Hawaii for the first time or being on some&lt;br /&gt; extended vacation,  I traveled  to most of the  surrounding Island's.&lt;br /&gt;One weekend my friends and I took the sea-plane to the Island of Tortola it was a small island&lt;br /&gt;not much on the island the people were beautiful and friendly there were white sandy Beach's and beautiful flowers. We enjoyed walking on the sandy beach the worm sand felt good under my feet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-1373477779126804126?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/1373477779126804126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=1373477779126804126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/1373477779126804126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/1373477779126804126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-on-island-part-2-continuation-3508.html' title='Life on the Island part 2 continuation 3/5/08'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-7558132628405572842</id><published>2008-02-27T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:25:48.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Island Part   one    2/27/08</title><content type='html'>Growing up on the Island was a good experience&lt;br /&gt;life was very simple back then.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a big family  there were thirteen of us, There were always lots of laughter&lt;br /&gt;and fun, there were also lots of screaming, yelling, shoving and pushing.&lt;br /&gt;I was  always a loner never liked big crowd. When ever they miss me they knew where&lt;br /&gt;to look,  I was always sitting high up in a tree reading a  book or&lt;br /&gt;any-thing I got my hands on I would get lost in a book and read for hours at a time&lt;br /&gt;and not worry about any-thing else especially my other sib lings yelling and making&lt;br /&gt;lots of noise. I also like to draw and doodle, If I wosnt drawing you would find me&lt;br /&gt;drawing stick people "smile" I just love to draw stick people that was my thing&lt;br /&gt;I also had imaginary friends. And I would play with my imaginary friends and that&lt;br /&gt;was that sometimes my siblings would all stand around quietly and watch me while&lt;br /&gt;I play with my imaginary friends " smile " and they would say oh boy look at her&lt;br /&gt;play with her friends. And I would smile and say that would teach you all a lesson&lt;br /&gt;not to hit on me. I have my own friends I would say to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while reading a book I saw a coupon in it which I filled out and mailed&lt;br /&gt;the coupon to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt;, It was the Peace Core.&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited "but" I did not tell any-one about the coupon until about two week&lt;br /&gt;later when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a letter in the mail, there were lots of forms for me to fill out.&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited, I took the forms to my mother  and she read the forms and&lt;br /&gt;look at me and said. keep on writing away for every -thing you read in books.&lt;br /&gt;They scare me so bad, They said that I was going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Court Martial&lt;/span&gt;  and put over a burning&lt;br /&gt;fire I was so scared I never left the house for days..&lt;br /&gt;after quite some time I decided to look into traveling out of that country.  To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-7558132628405572842?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/7558132628405572842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=7558132628405572842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/7558132628405572842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/7558132628405572842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-on-island-part-one-22708.html' title='Life on the Island Part   one    2/27/08'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-3755674292430713031</id><published>2008-02-26T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T18:24:42.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I2zWeDB65so/R8TJxbIoPxI/AAAAAAAAABY/D1agHM-8hYQ/s1600-h/banjo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171480123062894354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I2zWeDB65so/R8TJxbIoPxI/AAAAAAAAABY/D1agHM-8hYQ/s320/banjo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fathers sit on benches&lt;br /&gt;their flesh counts every plank&lt;br /&gt;deep in their withered flanks.&lt;br /&gt;They nod like broken candles&lt;br /&gt;all waxed and burnt profound&lt;br /&gt;they say "It's understanding&lt;br /&gt;that makes the world go round."&lt;br /&gt;There in those pleated faces&lt;br /&gt;I see the auction block&lt;br /&gt;the chains and slavery's coffles&lt;br /&gt;the whip that lash and stock.&lt;br /&gt;My Fathers speak in voices&lt;br /&gt;that shred my fact and sound&lt;br /&gt;they say "It's our submission&lt;br /&gt;that makes the world go round."&lt;br /&gt;They use the finest cunning&lt;br /&gt;their naked wits and wiles&lt;br /&gt;the lowly Uncle Tomming&lt;br /&gt;and Aunt Jemima 's smiles.&lt;br /&gt;They've laughed to shield their crying&lt;br /&gt;then shuffled through their dreams&lt;br /&gt;and stepped 'n ' fetched a country&lt;br /&gt;to write the blues with screams.&lt;br /&gt;Iunderstand their meaning&lt;br /&gt;it could and did derive&lt;br /&gt;from living on the edge of death&lt;br /&gt;that kept me alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-3755674292430713031?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/3755674292430713031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=3755674292430713031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/3755674292430713031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/3755674292430713031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/02/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I2zWeDB65so/R8TJxbIoPxI/AAAAAAAAABY/D1agHM-8hYQ/s72-c/banjo' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-7067724236486662956</id><published>2008-02-26T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:46:42.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou shall not steal.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday one of my neighbours came and rang my door bell. When I looked through the&lt;br /&gt;key-hole I saw that it was my next door neighbour "So" I let her in, she had a list in her hand&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if I saw any-one hanging around the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;I really did not see any-one @ that time "but" I did see them on my way home from work&lt;br /&gt;that evening, it was about six of them , and they were all looking very suspicious,and they were&lt;br /&gt;all steering @ me I just ignore them and drove on home.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know those kids broke into the neighbour's  apartment and stole groceries out of the&lt;br /&gt;refrigerator. They also took some movies and much more.&lt;br /&gt;the neighbours did call the Police "but" they said they needed more evidence,&lt;br /&gt;How can People break into some-one else home and steal their food  and all&lt;br /&gt;their personal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;What is this world coming too.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;covet&lt;/span&gt; thy neighbours goods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-7067724236486662956?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/7067724236486662956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=7067724236486662956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/7067724236486662956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/7067724236486662956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/02/thou-shall-not-steal.html' title='Thou shall not steal.'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-3255614514734836114</id><published>2008-02-26T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:05:33.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, keep on trying.</title><content type='html'>Friends are very important people, Some-times they are even better than your relatives&lt;br /&gt;when others let you down, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;criticize&lt;/span&gt;, or even turn their backs on you,&lt;br /&gt;A good friend is always there to give a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;helping&lt;/span&gt; hand.&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me "ha" life is short live life to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;I said live your life in a full but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;My friend said what do you mean by healthy way ? I said what ever you do try and be honest and kind , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; cheat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mis-use&lt;/span&gt; your power of Authority.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the good things that life has too offer , such as good Friends, good health ,&lt;br /&gt;Travel and see the world. These things are a Blessing  and thank GOD for that,&lt;br /&gt;You can also try new hobbies, and learn a new  skill, or trade,  its never too late to learn&lt;br /&gt;new things, such as taking up painting and drawing , learn to swim if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how&lt;br /&gt;don't let life pass you by give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;you may even enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-3255614514734836114?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/3255614514734836114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=3255614514734836114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/3255614514734836114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/3255614514734836114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/02/friends-keep-on-trying.html' title='Friends, keep on trying.'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-1506226237760219122</id><published>2008-02-25T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:18:55.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is coming</title><content type='html'>Change is coming some where some how. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know when " but" change is coming&lt;br /&gt;for better or worst change is coming, every-thing is out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gas is $3.10 some place its $3.08. And the price goes up and up,&lt;br /&gt;Food is over-priced .Milk is $3.29. pr. gallon the price goes up and up kids toys are tinted with lead paint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mercury&lt;/span&gt; and more the price goes up&lt;br /&gt;and up Clothing is over priced you wear it twice and it falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;Its being manufactured all over, Except  in  AMERICA&lt;br /&gt;The price goes up and up.&lt;br /&gt;When is  this going to stop The price goes up and up.&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA take back your rein, only then will it end this pain of unemployment&lt;br /&gt;crime, and uncontrolled Foreclosure' s&lt;br /&gt;The price goes up and up, This really has to stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-1506226237760219122?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/1506226237760219122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=1506226237760219122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/1506226237760219122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/1506226237760219122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/02/change-is-coming.html' title='Change is coming'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-6247747588053934416</id><published>2008-02-25T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:46:08.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Me To You'/><title type='text'>Who  will help with the children.</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the  days when things were very simple?&lt;br /&gt;when it was safe to leave doors unlocked.? And no one would bother ,To try and rob you&lt;br /&gt;How about the days when it was safe for the kids to play outdoors and no one would&lt;br /&gt;interfere  with your children. Think back too when there were no bickering or fuss&lt;br /&gt;and every-one respected each other, and helped each other out, In those days they said&lt;br /&gt;that it took a neighbourhood to raise a child. every-one looked after each other's  kids.&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed and people have different views on  parenting&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know who to trust with your children any-more.&lt;br /&gt;Some people have become very selfish while others care what happen to the children&lt;br /&gt;Some families &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care about each other any more and that's a shame. people need to&lt;br /&gt;think about the children. They are the the future generation. We all need to help&lt;br /&gt;we cannot stand alone we need to take the time and reach out to the children.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who will help with the children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-6247747588053934416?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/6247747588053934416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=6247747588053934416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/6247747588053934416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/6247747588053934416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-will-help-with-children.html' title='Who  will help with the children.'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-3398742377216084406</id><published>2008-02-24T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:16:29.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The high cost of Electricy?</title><content type='html'>Why are the Electric Company charging so much. ?&lt;br /&gt;why is  it that the month of February most of my neighbours&lt;br /&gt;electric bill doubled.? That's a mystery,&lt;br /&gt;When I called up the company they informed me that everyone&lt;br /&gt;in my area was complaining about their electric bills being so high.&lt;br /&gt;I never had a bill over $300. the most we paid was $250.&lt;br /&gt;This month my bill was $544. I think that 's outrageous. we told them&lt;br /&gt;that something was wrong with the way in which the Meters was read&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the meter tech  made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;while reading the meter,&lt;br /&gt;and I hope they fix the problem soon , If we don't have the money to pay&lt;br /&gt;the bill they will turn off the electricity,  and we will all freeze in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;The Company don't care about their customers all they are intrested in&lt;br /&gt;is being paid  and that that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-3398742377216084406?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/3398742377216084406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=3398742377216084406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/3398742377216084406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/3398742377216084406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/02/high-cost-of-electricy.html' title='The high cost of Electricy?'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-7057862054954152791</id><published>2008-02-17T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:38:28.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From  Me  To  You'/><title type='text'>THE  JURNEY</title><content type='html'>Everyone is talking about change, what kind of change are they talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Change for the better or change for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Come on people make up your mind, and make the right decisions  you are all  being led&lt;br /&gt;or I should say it look and sound like follow the leader.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up America, and make educated decisions who do you want running this country?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want some unknown who think this is some  hollywood show.?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think so: use your heads and vote wisely, Get out and vote&lt;br /&gt;vote for the one with more experience. Give the woman a chance  she will come through&lt;br /&gt;for all of you She is fighting to turn this Country around from the brink of Depressio&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   give the woman a fighting chance&lt;br /&gt;                          Let the jurney begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-7057862054954152791?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/7057862054954152791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=7057862054954152791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/7057862054954152791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/7057862054954152791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/02/jurney.html' title='THE  JURNEY'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-64652494154632407</id><published>2008-02-04T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:08:10.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From me to you.'/><title type='text'>My thoughts</title><content type='html'>My thought, If everyone new what the other person was thinking&lt;br /&gt;that would be something.&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are so unique and different from the other person.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are mine and mine alone. I can think about anything&lt;br /&gt;and no one else would have a clue, as to what I am thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Lets think about good things, happy and cheerful things.and stop  worrying&lt;br /&gt;it wont solve the problem. Lets get to the bottom of what is bothering us all&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to worry over the things that you cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;Start changing the things that you can .Lets make a difference by trying to help&lt;br /&gt;others such as the ones that are unable to help themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Reach out and give someone a helping hand today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-64652494154632407?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/64652494154632407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=64652494154632407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/64652494154632407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/64652494154632407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-thoughts.html' title='My thoughts'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-1815964981336349787</id><published>2008-02-03T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:14:07.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax time is here.</title><content type='html'>Now that tax time is here, I Hope that everyone took the time&lt;br /&gt;to get things in order. I hope they remember to save all their receipts,&lt;br /&gt;from the stores, and those expensive gas bills.&lt;br /&gt;It is important that we all take the time to file, and to claim  our expenses for the entire year.To all the Mother's with young children. Do your taxes wisely and don't short-change&lt;br /&gt;yourself,  When having someone file your taxes for you, don't file in a hurry,&lt;br /&gt;take your time and file wisely  it's your money and you &lt;br /&gt;deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the cost of living has gone up drasticly.&lt;br /&gt;We all need a cost of living raise.  Don't we.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-1815964981336349787?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/1815964981336349787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=1815964981336349787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/1815964981336349787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/1815964981336349787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/02/tax-time-is-here.html' title='Tax time is here.'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-6355273973907449558</id><published>2008-01-29T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:26:45.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WITCH</title><content type='html'>Ditch the Witch&lt;br /&gt;Don't sit on her broom, you don't know where or when she'll snap.&lt;br /&gt;She  is mean and hostile&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth your while.&lt;br /&gt;Ditch the witch don't sit on her broom.&lt;br /&gt;She is nasty and crazy, hateful and mean, always dirty she is never clean.&lt;br /&gt;She gets angry easily very hard to please, you wont hear her coming.&lt;br /&gt;she is very sneaky and sly always screaming and yelling ready to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are like fire her voice is like thunder in the still of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Her scream is like thunder and lightening combined.&lt;br /&gt;Ditch the witch its not worth your while, she is easily agitated, always high on anger and rage&lt;br /&gt;her breath is like a tornado that strikes in the night.&lt;br /&gt;She is like a Cobra ready to strike.&lt;br /&gt;Ditch the Witch don't sit on her broom stand back its not worth your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-6355273973907449558?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/6355273973907449558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=6355273973907449558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/6355273973907449558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/6355273973907449558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/witch.html' title='THE WITCH'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-3991909420887364195</id><published>2008-01-28T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:43:28.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why  ?</title><content type='html'>A certain person wondered why&lt;br /&gt;a  big strong girl like me&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't keep a job which paid a normal salary.&lt;br /&gt;I took my time to lead her and to read her every page.&lt;br /&gt;Even minimal people can't survive on minimal wage.&lt;br /&gt;A certain person wondered why&lt;br /&gt;I wait all week for you. I didn't have the words to describe just what you do.&lt;br /&gt;I said you had the motion of the ocean in your walk,&lt;br /&gt;and when you solve my riddles you don't have to talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-3991909420887364195?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/3991909420887364195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=3991909420887364195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/3991909420887364195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/3991909420887364195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/why.html' title='Why  ?'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-2264166178137438427</id><published>2008-01-27T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:31:40.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by Maya Angelou'/><title type='text'>Times-Square-Shoeshine-Composition</title><content type='html'>Poetry  in motion&lt;br /&gt;I'm the best that ever done it&lt;br /&gt;(pow pow)&lt;br /&gt;that's my title and I won it (pow pow)&lt;br /&gt;I ain't lying I'm the best&lt;br /&gt;(pow pow)&lt;br /&gt;Come and put me to the test&lt;br /&gt;(pow pow)&lt;br /&gt;I'll clean 'em till they squeak&lt;br /&gt;(pow pow&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of next week&lt;br /&gt;(pow Pow)&lt;br /&gt;I'll shine  'em till they whine&lt;br /&gt;(pow pow) Till they call me  master mine  (pow pow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-2264166178137438427?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/2264166178137438427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=2264166178137438427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/2264166178137438427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/2264166178137438427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/times-square-shoeshine-composition.html' title='Times-Square-Shoeshine-Composition'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-9016554324246634055</id><published>2008-01-26T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:06:55.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind is a terrible thing to waste</title><content type='html'>Rely on yourself be independent and strong,believe in pulling yourself up by your boots strap&lt;br /&gt;and not saying i can't do this and i can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;Get out and do the best that you can,we are all creative and are all connected in some way or the other, and that's what makes us so unique.&lt;br /&gt;If you were walking or jugging along the street and you saw someone falling would you give them a helping hand ? or just let them fall. &lt;br /&gt;We are all connected in some way or the other,and should be helpful towards each other&lt;br /&gt;In the work-place don't form a tight clique and leave others out that's not ... without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;invite other's in that's being... and kind,when possible make room for other's spread out and let&lt;br /&gt;them in it would create a breath of fresh air for every one to share in the work place.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should try to improve their lives ,take some time and learn new things don't be scared&lt;br /&gt;just get out and learn something new .The sky is the limit and that's true you are never too old to learn something new just educate your mind.  From me to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-9016554324246634055?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/9016554324246634055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=9016554324246634055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/9016554324246634055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/9016554324246634055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/mind-is-terrible-thing-to-waste.html' title='The Mind is a terrible thing to waste'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-743242107975681773</id><published>2008-01-24T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:01:34.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 The good life by May west  continued</title><content type='html'>May had some money with her which she took from the cookie jar,she took the train to Louisiana where she made friends along the way. She met an elderly lady by the name of Kay&lt;br /&gt;Kay was very polite and helpful towards May,she felt sorry for the young girl and offer her a place to stay in exchange for helping her around the house. the young may was delighted and excepted the offer,soon she found work taking care of twin boys, the parents of the twins were very fond of may and helped her with her education, she took care of the boys in the daytime and at night's she would attend night classes.&lt;br /&gt;May was determined to prove to her parents that she can make it on her own,she studied very hard and graduated ahead of her class after finishing high-school she went on to nursing school.&lt;br /&gt;It was not easy for her  it was very hard. May was not a quitter she hang in there,and stayed in school it took her three and a half years. To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-743242107975681773?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/743242107975681773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=743242107975681773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/743242107975681773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/743242107975681773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/3-good-life-by-may-west-continued.html' title='#3 The good life by May west  continued'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-2864809463725787111</id><published>2008-01-20T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:12:24.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good life by May West continued</title><content type='html'>The father said no supper tonight until all chores were  done,well they did not finish their chores until about 7.3o pm. then there were school work which took another 30 minutes by the time&lt;br /&gt;they had their showers that was another thirty minutes those poor kids were  staving  by then.&lt;br /&gt;they never had supper until about 10 pm ,that night May was so tired and hungry she fell asleep without any supper.One cold Autom night May decided that enough was enough,while everyone was asleep she threw some clothes in her grip (its another name for an old fashion suitcase)it is small and square with a handle in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;May decided to run-away from home so she threw the grip out the window then she climbed out the window and took off into the night. May was gone for good she was tired of that old farm life&lt;br /&gt;and all the screaming and yelling that her father was doing.&lt;br /&gt;She did not know where she was going,all she new is that she wonted to get far away from that&lt;br /&gt;hard and difficult farm life,her parents looked and looked for her they never found her,she was gone for good May said she had enough and that was that.  To be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-2864809463725787111?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/2864809463725787111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=2864809463725787111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/2864809463725787111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/2864809463725787111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-life-by-may-west-continued.html' title='The good life by May West continued'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-4353722665901765532</id><published>2008-01-20T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T06:22:48.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh  Me  Oh  My</title><content type='html'>Why did he have too be that way,he cannot sit still, always wining,moaning and groaning&lt;br /&gt;oh me oh my, i heard a loud noise  it sound like a gunshot. Then i heard something or someone&lt;br /&gt;scream. Oh me oh my why is he that way i may have to bury him in a shallow grave, I'll wait until it gets dark and then go down to the park and dig a shallow grave&lt;br /&gt;and hope that no one sees me.While digging that grave i got so tired the earth was very dry and&lt;br /&gt;hard.The ground is hard and parched,the grass is dry and turning brown.  i am digging that grave and i can hear the sound of the shovel in my ear, my heart is pounding while i am digging faster and faster.  Someone is coming,  oh no i hope they don't see me its the police and he is running , he ran right pass me and didn't even look at me.&lt;br /&gt;How i missed him dearly, it took  half an hour to dig that grave,that shallow grave i waited until it got dark and put him in a garbage bag and buried him in the park while it was very dark.&lt;br /&gt;A stick i took and made a mark at his grave site in that park, and there he was laid to rest beneath a big old tree. He had 2 big green eyes and he was black in color, what a beauty he was and that's why i named him Domino he was my cat and he got run over by a car in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;And that was very sad for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-4353722665901765532?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/4353722665901765532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=4353722665901765532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/4353722665901765532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/4353722665901765532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-me-oh-my.html' title='Oh  Me  Oh  My'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-3274770414762274496</id><published>2008-01-19T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:07:51.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Election Primary</title><content type='html'>It seams that everyone has forgotten how the economy was when Bill Clinton was in office,if you all have i haven't.America was @ a much better place #1The economy was booming# 2 We were all able to make money in the stock market including myself. Once George Bush took over,things went down hill from there,we all started loosing money in the stock market and he got us into a war that could of been avoided if he had done things differently.&lt;br /&gt;We need someone with experience someone who can negotiate peace in the Middle East and someone  who can bring this Country together and not put a division among the people we need someone to bring this Country back from the situation's that we are facing,such as the high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unemployment&lt;/span&gt; rates,poor health care,Mortgage crisis and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Please give Hillary Clinton that chance, and hopefully  she will give it her best shot by getting us out of this Recession that we are heading into.Elect the known not the unknown,the time has come and that time is now. you all said that you need change "well" things can change for better or worst Vote for better not  worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-3274770414762274496?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/3274770414762274496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=3274770414762274496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/3274770414762274496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/3274770414762274496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/election-primary.html' title='The Election Primary'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-6630404495208179843</id><published>2008-01-18T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:08:04.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good life  by May  West</title><content type='html'>When  May was a young girl growing  up in rural  N.C. the times were very hard,America was in a state of depression  the year was 1936 .  May's mother and father were very strict with their children  and they had chores  and rules for all the kids to follow, May had one sister her name was Angie  and two brothers  Tommy and Jessy. There were times when food was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scarce&lt;/span&gt; and some  nights the kids did not have much food on the table,they would have a bowl of soup and corn-bread &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it. At least the children had each other they would run and play and have lots of fun they would even make their own toys,the kids each  did  their choirs before going too school in the mornings and again in the evening before doing their homework.&lt;br /&gt;After homework it was time to have dinner and get ready for  bed.  May dreamed of the day when she could get away from  the farm and have a good normal life. The farm life was taking its&lt;br /&gt;tole on the young children at night's  they would talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; themselves and dream of the day when they would like to go off too  college and make a new life for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;One evening after school the children decided to go down by the river behind the house and play&lt;br /&gt;their father got very upset and started screening and yelling at the children.  too be continued,, ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-6630404495208179843?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/6630404495208179843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=6630404495208179843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/6630404495208179843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/6630404495208179843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-life-by-may-west.html' title='The good life  by May  West'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-1402560898226316833</id><published>2008-01-18T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:17:37.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and  spicy  salsa</title><content type='html'>If you enjoy salsa  in some of your cooking,then this  recipe is for you&lt;br /&gt;Half  cup  finely  chopped papaya&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons peperminto&lt;br /&gt;1  onion finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 sweet  pepper Finley   chopped&lt;br /&gt;salt   and pepper  to taste  4  table spn.  apple cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;one  or two hot peppers diced.&lt;br /&gt;mix  all the ingredient's  together then bottle in  a  sterilized jar&lt;br /&gt;also  add  quarter cup  boiled water too  the mix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-1402560898226316833?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/1402560898226316833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=1402560898226316833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/1402560898226316833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/1402560898226316833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/hot-and-spicy-salsa.html' title='Hot and  spicy  salsa'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-7574991952622721036</id><published>2008-01-12T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:52:00.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My travels</title><content type='html'>I am an out door person i love all that fresh air and all that  beautiful flowers those  beautiful tropical flowers you can call me a travel fanatic. growing up,on the island of  T.dad, with all that natural resources, the island produces natural oil, we have the pitch lake that produces  asphalt.&lt;br /&gt;Asphalt is a natural black substance  its a form of thick tar that comes out of the ground in the form of a thick  rich oil. Asphalt is used too fix the  roads they pave the road with the asphalt then they use the tar which comes from the pitch lake too seal the asphalt and make the roads&lt;br /&gt;smooth and safe for the traffic. The government control all the natural resources,  such  as the  oil,asphalt,and the pitch from the pitch lake. The island has beautiful beaches, and lots of citrus fruits, the island is protected by three sister hills they are three mountain's that protect the island from bad weather, such as hurricane's that's why they say its three sister hills  reaching to the sky.When I left  T.dad,  having traveled to the island of St. Crux where I lived for one year before traveling on to the U.S. While residing in the U.S.V.I i traveled to the island and did some  extensive traveling to the much smaller  and  the&lt;br /&gt;surrounding island such as the island of Tortola, St.Thomas Porto Rico and St John.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy traveling and I hope to  do some more traveling in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-7574991952622721036?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/7574991952622721036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=7574991952622721036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/7574991952622721036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/7574991952622721036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-travels.html' title='My travels'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-1798142201044698251</id><published>2008-01-12T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:59:29.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being polite and kind</title><content type='html'>Live your life in a good old way by helping people along the way trying to be good and true&lt;br /&gt;not worrying about what others may say or do,don't think what others may say cause, some will anyway, just do the best that you can and remember too lend a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot please everyone : but you can help a few,as you travel through this life you'll meet all&lt;br /&gt;kind of people along the street's with different character,different personalities that's what makes us so unique. Just say hello just say hi " its best too be polite and kind remember that you are just one person traveling through this life by helping someone that's a start you'll feel&lt;br /&gt;better by giving of yourself and by being of service to someone else&lt;br /&gt;we all feel better when helping each other a friend a neighbour or even a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Just say hello just say hi " its best to be polite and kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-1798142201044698251?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/1798142201044698251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=1798142201044698251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/1798142201044698251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/1798142201044698251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-polite-and-kind.html' title='Being polite and kind'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-7122889078031788976</id><published>2008-01-10T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:00:19.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice of the Uninsured</title><content type='html'>Over 43 million Americans are without Health Ins. and the n&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;umber's are growing daily&lt;br /&gt;telling us to sign up with voice of the uninsured is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;The people need National ins, for all not over priced insurance for the 20% that can afford it we need complete coverage for all not just a few, we are all paying our taxes and each and every one in America legally, needs help with health care. America is one of the richest nation in the world and we have the worst health care system for the American people think about that the people need to come together as one nation and stop talking about this situation in the privacy of their homes. In order for things too change the people need to wont change and they need to come together and stop talking too themselves and start speaking out loud for every one too hear. The Politician's are telling them what they want to hear, don't vote for some-one because he is a good speaker look at the history of that person and take the time too learn something about that person. Don't vote for someone you don't know anything about be careful&lt;br /&gt;when making that decision and get out and cast your vote wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-7122889078031788976?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/7122889078031788976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=7122889078031788976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/7122889078031788976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/7122889078031788976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/voice-of-uninsured.html' title='Voice of the Uninsured'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453581861998859624.post-279023583339957846</id><published>2008-01-06T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:52:13.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The march of the penguins</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever taken the time to study the march of the penguins? if not you should&lt;br /&gt;take the time to do so, then you will understand what i am about to say.&lt;br /&gt;They act some what like human beings. For instance, they communicate well towards each other, and they do not push and shove when there in line, because they have order among them . They choose their mates carefully and they stay together for eight months. They march for more than seventy miles where they will meet with the male penguins in the freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;The father,s take over protecting the eggs from the freezing cold ,while the females goes back into  the ocean too find food. The male will keep the egg between their belly and their feet for about three months from the freezing cold until the egg hatch.It is a very difficult life for the penguins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4453581861998859624-279023583339957846?l=frommeto.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/feeds/279023583339957846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4453581861998859624&amp;postID=279023583339957846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/279023583339957846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4453581861998859624/posts/default/279023583339957846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommeto.blogspot.com/2008/01/march-of-penguins.html' title='The march of the penguins'/><author><name>Venora Baptiste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15211838553437167319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17762732089921589503'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>