tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35458898520089394752024-03-04T23:01:36.747-05:00Crackin' The ChrysalisCrackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-33001542803713544972012-03-14T12:22:00.003-04:002012-03-14T12:49:53.630-04:00Getting to Happy : My First Challenge of the Year<a href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/137/b/c/Pon_and_Zi_by_Hellevan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/137/b/c/Pon_and_Zi_by_Hellevan.jpg" width="153"></a> <span style="color: #e06666;">I've never tried so hard to keep a new year's resolution until now. Losing weight, breaking bad habits, starting better ones... none of those seem more important than just getting to happy. Now, three months into the new year, there have been times when I could have easily just got over this resolution, just like I have all the others in the past. This year is different though, and so far this year, there nothing was more challenging than walking away from someone I love for the sake of happiness. </span><br>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"> If you've read my post "</span><a href="http://crackinthechrysalis.blogspot.com/2011/06/holding-onand-letting-go.html" style="color: #e06666;">Holding On...and Letting Go</a><span style="color: #e06666;">", then you know I have an issue with letting go. For one, I am sentimental by nature. I save anything which holds sentimental value. Not necessarily holding on to the past, but perhaps my personal memorial to the days of old. Call it what you like, at the end of the day, I'm a sap! This sap is also a fighter. It's also part of the reason I haven't walked away from so many people and things. In a way, it feels like I'm giving up, and I'm no quitter! Yet still, as we all know, or eventually learn, some of the smartest battles are won when </span><br>
<a href="http://crackinthechrysalis.blogspot.com/2012/03/getting-to-happy-my-first-challenge-of.html#more">Read more »</a>Crackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-67248030790216582752012-01-18T12:27:00.001-05:002012-03-14T12:51:14.745-04:00Getting to Happy<div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;">My only resolution for 2012 is to be happy.</div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><br>
</div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;">That's kind of a loaded idea, if you think about it. I mean, I'm happy...aren't I? </div><br>
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</tbody></table> <span style="color: #3d85c6;">Before 2011 came to a close, I admitted to myself that I was not happy, which in itself, is kind of a big deal. So, I started to identify why I wasn't happy. What were the things in my life that made me unhappy? I examined where I wanted to be in life, and where I am at the moment. Were my wants realistic? Was I addressing my needs? Getting to happy is no easy feat, but I have made the conscious decision to choose happiness.</span><br>
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</div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"> I think it's really easy to fall into a rut, and stay there for an indefinite amount of time. I mean, you've got a routine going. If it ain't broken, why fix it? But the truth is<br>
</div><a href="http://crackinthechrysalis.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-to-happy.html#more">Read more »</a>Crackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-74782568738007469812012-01-12T13:11:00.006-05:002012-03-14T12:54:55.025-04:00Haiti: Where There Is Hope, The Possibilities Are Endless<span style="color: blue;"></span> Haiti has paved the way for many nations, in many ways. I suppose you can do your research on that if you wish, but that's not what this is about. The Haiti we've all see in the media, before and after the <a href="http://www.state.gov/p/wha/ci/ha/earthquake/index.htm">7.0 Earthquake</a> in 2010, isn't what all of Haiti looks like and it most certainly doesn't represent the spirit of the small nation. Though I was born in the U.S., my upbringing, at it's core, has a strong Haitian foundation. <br>
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I was always taught to love and appreciate where my ancestors came from. My family went to great lengths to ensure that we always knew and understood what it means to be Haitian. I still remember my 1st trip to Haiti. I had just graduated from kindergarten, and was super excited about the trip. I even remember the dress I was wearing! My experiences in Haiti have always been good ones. Which is why when the 2010 earthquake hit Haiti, and the images of the devastation hit the airwaves, I was hurting as much as any Haitian person witnessing the horror. However, I want to take you on a journey of my memories of Haiti and share with you why I have so much hope for Haiti's future. <br>
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</tbody></table>Every time I arrive in Haiti, be it Port-Au-Prince or Cap-Haitian, <br>
<a href="http://crackinthechrysalis.blogspot.com/2012/01/haiti-where-there-is-hope-possibilities.html#more">Read more »</a>Crackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-26496192241903092552011-12-29T13:13:00.009-05:002012-03-14T12:56:00.145-04:002012: Everything Isn't For Everybody<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In our youth, elders encourage us not to follow the crowd, and to be ourselves. Somewhere in our adolescent years, we start to find our way, and make it a point to stand out from the rest, claiming our individuality. Yet, by the time we're adults, we've forgotten one important truth: everything isn't for everybody.<br>
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</tbody></table>Growing up, most of us have been taught that if you got married, had kids and made a lot of money, that collectively, they would bring you happiness, and thus classify you as successful. In fact, these same people believe that if you are "missing" any of these components, then you couldn't possibly be happy, and something is definitely wrong with you or your methods of achieving "success". Has anyone ever wondered who set these standards, or is it just me? I mean, can't you be rich, married with children, and not be happy at all? Is it possible to be single, living comfortably without children and still be happy and successful? The truth is, any combination including or excluding any one of these components doesn't dictate how happy one should/could be, or how successful they really are. Somewhere along the way, we've allowed society to decide what should make us happy, and we've allowed them to set our standards measuring personal happiness and success. But society doesn't live with you. Society doesn't know what you want, or the things that would truly make you happy. The bigger problem however, is that you don't know what those things are either, because you've allowed society to decide that for you and those around you. <br>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Consider the idea that everything isn't for everyone. </div><a href="http://crackinthechrysalis.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012-everything-isnt-for-everybody.html#more">Read more »</a>Crackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-27192623277649937602011-12-12T12:49:00.002-05:002012-03-14T12:56:27.421-04:00Why He Should Care About Her Biological Clock<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="photo-title"><a href="http://www.flickriver.com/photos/jeighdeigh/4399934006/">Father Time and Mother Nature Pause For A Moment Of Silent Reflection</a></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">There seems to be a common idea among many men out there that they cannot build a serious relationship, get married, or have children until they are "ready". While I agree with this idea, it is my opinion that there are different levels of readiness. No one can really say exactly how much time it takes a man (or woman) to be ready for any of these particular life events. But often times, men equate readiness with financial stability, and a measured level of anxiety that comes (or doesn’t come) about, when any of these topics are brought up. Though I can appreciate a need for financial security, and the absence of anxiety, having it all does not have to be mutually exclusive. Let me explain.</span></span></span></span></span><br>
<a href="http://crackinthechrysalis.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-he-should-care-about-her-biological.html#more">Read more »</a>Crackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-77370717217051149442011-08-31T13:09:00.002-04:002012-03-14T12:56:59.525-04:00Taking Chances<div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"><i>I'm stuck. I can't get out. The walls are closing in, and now I can't breath! I'm crying out to deaf ears, waving frantically before blind eyes. I don't know what to do. Nobody can help me...(but myself)</i></div><div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"><br>
</div><div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"> <span style="color: #e69138;">That's often how I feel lately. This anxiety, this feeling of being stuck, compounded with feeling overwhelmed. Like I have so much to do, but I don't know where to start. There never seems to be enough time, and quite honestly, I am not even really sure what it is I should be doing, or what I want to be doing for that matter. Yet, I know that if I don't watch myself, my fears will get the best of me and keep me from being everything I know I could and should be. <span style="color: #b45f06;">(</span></span><i style="color: #b45f06;">Could this be my Quarter Life Crisis?</i><span style="color: #e69138;">) </span></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: inherit;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Fear is probably THE most paralyzing emotion ever. I'm no psychologist, but I'm pretty sure it is <span style="color: #b45f06;">(</span><i style="color: #b45f06;">or maybe it comes a close 2nd to grief?</i><span style="color: #b45f06;">)</span>. Either way, in my humble opinion, it often times keeps people from what they want the most. Fears, both rational and irrational, can consume someone, crippling their entire being. People miss "once-in-a-lifetime" opportunities and events because of fears. Sadly no one is exempt; everyone has fears. The difference, I suppose, is how one confronts their fears to ultimately conquer them. <i><span style="color: #b45f06;">(I'm still trying to figure that part out.)</span></i><br>
</div><a href="http://crackinthechrysalis.blogspot.com/2011/08/taking-chances.html#more">Read more »</a>Crackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-43544034253560935032011-07-28T16:34:00.002-04:002012-03-14T12:57:27.274-04:00The Modern Day Proverb 31 Woman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"> DOES SHE EXIST? </span></div><br>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"> This question was brought up by one of the members of a forum I participate in (s/o to Beautiful Minds!). If you're not familiar with what a "Proverb 31 Woman" is, you can look it up <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs+31%3A10-31&version=NIV">here</a>. However, one of the members of the forum described the Modern Day Proverb 31 Woman as follows:</span><br>
<a href="http://crackinthechrysalis.blogspot.com/2011/07/modern-day-proverbs-31-woman.html#more">Read more »</a>Crackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-18780695523014777282011-07-11T14:25:00.002-04:002012-03-14T12:58:42.868-04:00 A Heart Made For Love Alone<div style="color: #741b47;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> In life, there will always be a battle between good and evil. There will always be a choice to be made. From the time we're born, those who raise us try to instill values that will help us decipher right from wrong throughout our lives . Everyday we are confronted with decisions that reflect upon our interpretation of those core values. To me, the most important of them all is <i><b>love</b></i>. </span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><br>
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpB280fZNLwZbqvDzlBp_05GJlJ2t4FngKNyWZm0oXq4uEMewa9q8N0OKrIeyWAI0ziAw53e7Plgf8yNv8EoipUWn1y-QTu1AB-ipihdot-TV-H9BrcPf4xXS7WGvB6-mttcXCyjtw8lVI/s1600/I+Choose+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpB280fZNLwZbqvDzlBp_05GJlJ2t4FngKNyWZm0oXq4uEMewa9q8N0OKrIeyWAI0ziAw53e7Plgf8yNv8EoipUWn1y-QTu1AB-ipihdot-TV-H9BrcPf4xXS7WGvB6-mttcXCyjtw8lVI/s1600/I+Choose+Love.jpg"></a></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"> I absolutely love my family and friends. Anyone who knows me well will tell you that I have a big heart. To me though, it is both a gift and a curse. <i><u><b>The gift:</b></u></i> the ability to have compassion for others who are struggling. <i><u><b>The curse:</b></u></i> the realization that there is only so much I can do to help. Most of the time, it's really not very difficult for me to put others before myself. Don't get me wrong, I am by no means destined for sainthood. I just find that it's harder for me to turn my back on someone if I can help them. I often joke with my mom about how I feel when I run into a beggar on the street. I always wonder if that is the one time Jesus would come to me and asked for change and I would deny Him, knowing that I have some loose change in my purse/pockets. (What would He say to me on Judgement day? "<br>
</div><a href="http://crackinthechrysalis.blogspot.com/2011/07/heart-made-for-love-alone.html#more">Read more »</a>Crackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-17954468893813923882011-06-30T09:56:00.001-04:002012-03-14T12:59:02.231-04:00 Holding On...and Letting Go <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5AD1ZOSMXW1obJz2GcbImeghR10Ni3Gp7PUdp_vqHXw1D94O1JuEQ7Qn4v171T2qQ_WMTtVX7ZVa01Dfl9jUNl93tA9rcDLqh1SW-Xz_0E8DkkL5yDRM3440VHqoCEhHc9Pi4-AdZkYqZ/s1600/letting-go.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5AD1ZOSMXW1obJz2GcbImeghR10Ni3Gp7PUdp_vqHXw1D94O1JuEQ7Qn4v171T2qQ_WMTtVX7ZVa01Dfl9jUNl93tA9rcDLqh1SW-Xz_0E8DkkL5yDRM3440VHqoCEhHc9Pi4-AdZkYqZ/s320/letting-go.jpg" width="320px"></a></div> <span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I’ve never been any good at letting go. One reason is due to my sentimentality. I still have birthday cards from my 1st birthday (I’m 31). I still have my 1st doll (she smells and looks good as new) and I still have some roses (now dried) that I got for my 16th birthday from a crush at the time. So yes, I’m a big sap! However, the other reason I’m not big on letting go is from fear that something better may not come along or that I might need it someday, only to be disappointed when I remember that I got rid of it. Hence all the extra clothes and shoes in my closet...and even perhaps the extra people in my life. I think that often times, there are many reasons why people hold on to things, people, and relationships that have long since ended or outlived their shelf-life. But like my mom always says, “...in life, there is a time for everything”; including a time to let go. </span><br>
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For as far back as I could recall, he's always been my favorite person, and I, his. This was always apparent when you observed the instant glow on our faces when we were together. I didn't know it then, but in retrospect, he was my best friend. Sometimes I wish I would have realized it sooner, but I hope that he knew. I think he did. From the time I could talk, to the last time I spoke to him, I've always told him just what was on my mind. I can't imagine what a 4 year old could say for hours on end, but he always listened with an attentive ear and a welcoming smile.<br>
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Even when he scolded me, it was done with love, patience and understanding. I was never fearful of getting yelled at, or of getting in any type of major trouble with him. Nevertheless, I never wanted to disappoint him. <br>
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I still can't shake the fact that though I am always very happy to hear that his love life is going well, I can't help but to feel some type of way about it! Don't get me wrong, this is not a case of "fatal attraction" or anything close. I think it's more like admiration from afar mixed in with a little "I may have just lost my friend." I always get a tug in the heart (the kind u get when u find out your ex is with someone new) when he tells me of the new belle in his life. I never show anything less than happiness and excitement, because it is genuinely how I feel.<br>
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</div><a href="http://crackinthechrysalis.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-site-olioboardcom.html#more">Read more »</a>Crackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-12379417948277223482011-05-05T14:35:00.001-04:002012-03-14T13:04:32.750-04:00Why We’ll Never Be More Than Friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXyIaHq-Cb2wxm0J4RRySBDblYVmItk30Epqr0rBniCn06n6W1caoAiQKdAn8Ntec71Q07S_DcUe5X0cprPEWGRJA7_GZNnBfCJJrVwbi_297UDJDCXi0cd5Mc_YEhAJpwaKOdN7qDGo1m/s1600/best_friends_51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXyIaHq-Cb2wxm0J4RRySBDblYVmItk30Epqr0rBniCn06n6W1caoAiQKdAn8Ntec71Q07S_DcUe5X0cprPEWGRJA7_GZNnBfCJJrVwbi_297UDJDCXi0cd5Mc_YEhAJpwaKOdN7qDGo1m/s320/best_friends_51.jpg" width="320"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Connected almost instantly, conversation always flowing, lots of laughter, never a dull moment, complete understanding and utter respect; all components of a great romantic relationship, but also great components of a friendship meant to last.<br>
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> We’ve gotten to know each other really well. We often have similar thoughts, and pretty much know what the other is doing most of the time. It was like being in an undefined relationship. We both started out thinking it wouldn’t be more than a “<i>good time</i>”. But life took us for a loop, and the end result is a friendship unparalleled. We tell each other just about everything. We trust each other almost implicitly. There’s never any judgment passed, no matter what. Even when we argue, neither of us can stay angry at the other for too long, and the problem at hand is quickly resolved as we laugh through it. Not to mention that we are physically attracted to each other; which makes this all the more perplexing and quite difficult. So why can’t we ever be more than friends?</span><br>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"> If you remember saying that you would eat healthier and save money, perhaps one of your goals was to pack a lunch for work. At some point you got sick of the turkey and cheese or the pb&j and went right on back to buying something on the fly. This week <a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/recipe-roundup/pack-your-lunch-our-10-best-recipes-144155">thekitchn.com</a> offers up an array of lunch choices including some variations you may have never even considered. Check it out. This might just be the lunch time rewind you were looking for. <br>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> That being said, </span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">e</span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">veryone loves couture. I mean there are hundreds of fashion magazines that prove this. From <i>Vogue</i> to <i>W</i>,<i> Esquire</i> to <i>GQ</i>, people always want the scoop on the latest fashion trends. It should also be noted that people love <i>bling</i>. Anything glittery that shimmers, will surely turn heads. So why limit couture to clothes when you can dress your cell phone in couture that will surely catch someone's eye! </span></span><br>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I remember a few years ago my sister and I were on this kick where we were writing down everything we wanted in life and wishing it into future existence. During one of our write-a-wish sessions, we each decided to come up with 100 things we wanted in a man. <br>
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> From the trendsetting fashionista, to the enthusiastic gamer, Lifestyles Defined contains a unique mix of content. With user-friendly navigation, short-to-the-point entries, and heart felt editorials (with contributors to include yours truly), Lifestyles Defined is sure to please everyone's palette! </div>Crackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-30007710955311074072011-04-11T13:18:00.001-04:002012-03-14T13:08:31.797-04:00The Cheesecake Factory: I Hate That I Love It!!! <span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I don't think there's anything that I have tried at <a href="http://www.thecheesecakefactory.com/">The Cheesecake Factory</a> thus far that I didn't love. However, I think that the worst mistake anyone can make, is to look at the calorie count on any of the menu items. If you're watching your waistline, I also recommend that you stay away from the decadent deliciousness that the Cheesecake Factory offers. </span><br>
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> The authors of<i> </i>the<i> Eat This Not That </i>Series have shared with us some of <a href="http://eatthis.menshealth.com/blog/worst-restaurant-foods">The Worst Restaurant Foods in America</a>. On that list, the Cheesecake Factory has come in at:</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> #19 - <b><span style="color: #e69138;">French Toast with Bacon</span> </b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> 2,494 calories; 71 g of Sat. Fat; 3,542 mg Sodium; 182 g Carbs</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsRmz6jLFk06eGvLnw17nYFjn4acPMk1iZ1jx9aS0Hmi4HAPgR3uX9cOQ6PGIsPZRFPLVvtfftaWWYhxfY_zrjObo1Oh3FiV6_NoTodyW0DV8Y_eZKuIh9cWktdJW8XcXSAbo5PKuXnOn/s1600/Cheesecake-Factory.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsRmz6jLFk06eGvLnw17nYFjn4acPMk1iZ1jx9aS0Hmi4HAPgR3uX9cOQ6PGIsPZRFPLVvtfftaWWYhxfY_zrjObo1Oh3FiV6_NoTodyW0DV8Y_eZKuIh9cWktdJW8XcXSAbo5PKuXnOn/s200/Cheesecake-Factory.JPG" width="200"></a><br>
#15 - <b style="color: #e69138;">Grilled Chicken and Avocado Club </b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> 1,752 calories; 28g Sat. Fat; 2,309 Sodium, 85 g Carbs</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br>
</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> #12 - <b style="color: #e69138;">Kids Pasta with Alfredo </b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> 1803 calories; 86g of Sat. Fat; 876 mg Sodium; 70 g Carbs</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br>
</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> # 6 - <b style="color: #e69138;">Bistro Shrimp Pasta</b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> 2,819 Calories; 77g Sat. Fat; 1008 mg Sodium; 184g Carbs</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br>
</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Now let me just say, I have never ordered any of the items stated above. Nevertheless, one can conclude that The Cheesecake Factory does not spare any detail on the amazing creations on their menu. <br>
</div><a href="http://crackinthechrysalis.blogspot.com/2011/04/cheesecake-factory-i-hate-that-i-love.html#more">Read more »</a>Crackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-67372009066178441872011-04-08T17:07:00.001-04:002012-03-14T13:09:07.081-04:00My Dream Deferred<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAJuOGgm_MiJMbNyRHN2eNAT54mWsGRxcxb1nOi7RzSEkiOfjfoA1TeGpvEtK_PjzLX5quOaeEkYFrz-q-NmKlgsi5yizleSvYUMx4e3-m4JhYRHIqeZMgPDghRgGFqcTgMtWZMZkvYGt/s1600/dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAJuOGgm_MiJMbNyRHN2eNAT54mWsGRxcxb1nOi7RzSEkiOfjfoA1TeGpvEtK_PjzLX5quOaeEkYFrz-q-NmKlgsi5yizleSvYUMx4e3-m4JhYRHIqeZMgPDghRgGFqcTgMtWZMZkvYGt/s200/dream.jpg" width="200"></a></div><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><br>
When <span class="yshortcuts">Langston Hughes</span> asked “What happens to a dream deferred?” I’m quite sure he wasn’t speaking about my dream specifically. But I find that time has such an effect on how a dream may “...dry up like a raisin in the sun...”<br>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> Almost a decade and a half ago, I was obsessing over the man I truly believed I would love and be in love with for the rest of my life.</span><br>
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See what Bill Cosby had to say on NBC's Today Show about this and about more important matters like cleaning up schools and neighborhoods.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_522428480">Bill Cosby to Donald Trump: 'Run or Shut Up'</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/42471942/ns/today_People/"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I met this new guy, and at first we just stared at each other without uttering a word. I used to see him a couple days a week on my commute home, and there was no real interaction; just stolen glances, but no words. <br>
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</div><a href="http://crackinthechrysalis.blogspot.com/2011/04/summertime-big-girls-commitment-issues.html#more">Read more »</a>Crackin' the Chrysalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005449199503522840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545889852008939475.post-21999719800794012042010-10-17T19:58:00.001-04:002012-03-14T13:10:20.347-04:00From a Foodie's Point of View...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5EMioxASqjSw1rQeH-OS7aHbVN4jXW_RsJCQxAO7szUsLxKjXJSnWq2DBlnxECf3rmglUbISDATLu1kgytPVE5Ncl-FrgT8moP6damXzodpa-zKC_gRtZ-EPP81Cdn2yNuYqzoNaBDlmx/s1600/family+friends+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5EMioxASqjSw1rQeH-OS7aHbVN4jXW_RsJCQxAO7szUsLxKjXJSnWq2DBlnxECf3rmglUbISDATLu1kgytPVE5Ncl-FrgT8moP6damXzodpa-zKC_gRtZ-EPP81Cdn2yNuYqzoNaBDlmx/s320/family+friends+food.jpg" width="320"></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> In my world, food always seems to bring people together. It kind of goes hand in hand with the idea of “breaking bread.” Growing up, all birthday and holiday celebrations involved a delicious meal sealed with cake and ice cream. Now as an adult, it all seems to make sense. Even with my friends, when celebrating birthdays, or coming together to listen to and/or resolve a crisis, our thought is always to do it over food - be it breakfast, lunch or dinner. </span><br>
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