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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:200angels.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/</id><title>whats in a name</title><link rel="self" href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-12T14:25:54+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:200angels.blog.co.uk,2005-10-13:/2005/10/13/how_funny~231606/</id><title>How funny...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/10/13/how_funny~231606/"/><author><name>200angels</name></author><published>2005-10-13T06:00:44+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T06:00:44+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;           How funny is this....last week early morning I had to go to my branch bank to take care of a couple of things---I decided too ride my bike to the bank ---about 10 blocks from my apartment---as I was riding down a side street-- all of a sudden  my bike stalled ---oh my god ---whats going on--my dam jogging pant leg got caught in the chain of the bike and I could not move I was staggering  into head on traffic---I fumbled with my bike-- too get it  near the sidewalk---and tried unsuccessful  to get my pant leg  loose---of course no one was around I waited for an approaching woman--and  said"excuse me Ms.  could you  help me-- my pant leg is caught and I can't move "--- she pulled and I tugged for a few minutes- I was free --free--I tell ya--  and her words too me were"Sometimes we need each other"---  I gave  her a hearty embraced and couldnt thank her enough---someone else may have felt differently and not come too my aid--and then there are those who are a good judge of character--- Here's too good judgement---          &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/10/13/how_funny~231606/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:200angels.blog.co.uk,2005-09-30:/2005/09/30/i_m_the_fool~208841/</id><title>I'm the Fool...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/09/30/i_m_the_fool~208841/"/><author><name>200angels</name></author><published>2005-09-30T06:20:33+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T06:20:33+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;   My friends told me too stay away---but noooooo I knew I was on the side of logic the money man----I was blinded by their bull shit--- Now she hates me because I sided with 60+ --he has since become closer too her-- meaning I'm sure she's been sucking him off--- I'm sure she realized her stud has absolutely nothing--- as he painted a different picture but his merchandise was kicked out of the store-- for non productivity---I'm convinced the owner of the store knew this kid   ran off with 60+'s girl---I just recently heard she married him in Pakistan---I really  want to tell 60+but --I know it will sink me deeper in the bowels of ----  ,  Fire me please---then I  will continue too be the Artist that I was----  I mean Am ------my daughter wants too come back home--which means I have to be productive---wish me luck--I'm getting sleepy I was at an event earlier  this evening and have come home too a shot glass  or two of Hendrick's an amazingly smooooth Gin please try--if you haven't it is from London  can I say----it's delicious--- and I never ever  drink gin---pleasant Dreams---------Angel face  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/09/30/i_m_the_fool~208841/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:200angels.blog.co.uk,2005-08-22:/2005/08/22/unexpected_pleasantries/</id><title>unexpected pleasantries.....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/08/22/unexpected_pleasantries/"/><author><name>200angels</name></author><published>2005-08-22T06:52:20+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T05:49:12+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; Its about time I sat my ass down and wrote  about me....  who else-- would I be concerned about  on this Sunday at half pass midnight----I 've just arrived home from being in Prospect Park all day ...baby can I  tell you--- alllll  day ---and yes you were right---I was not alone---well I started out alone----I was minding my own business and all of a sudden ----a vision of sexyness rides by me----I 'm thinking hmmmm who was that------  Ohhhh--- its him---  this turkey interrupted  my buddy and I as we were enjoying a lovely sunday morning strolling on our  vintage bikes a few weeks  ago---  he decides that he must  chat  with my friend--  I realized that i  was intruding--- so I rode off----20 minutes later my friend tells him that she has a boyfriend and moving too California---he said his goodbyes and she and I continued riding--He has since said hello too me as he zooms--- pass me in the park on his $6500 bike----- SOOO today as I was minding my own business--he felt the need too chit-chat -" heyyyyy how are you    how's everything---mind you-  I am no longer on my bike and I am jogging---we started talking---  for quite a while---I picked up my bike again we rode around the park 4 times-- I had too check out a sofa  in my neighborhood he suggested going with me --but 1st he wanted too go home ---too change bikes I'm thinking  do I trust this guy--- yes he truly was the perfect gentleman--then we went too my apt. to call the man with the sofa for sale-----I took a shower and then we speed off----the sofa was great ---I'm buying it-- next week $375 for a 108" Danish  modern sofa--he liked my apt I was reluctant but I'm a great judge of character- he decided that we should get something too eat in his neighborhood---his is  happening and mine is not---so  can  I tell you we had a fantastic Sunday---he asked if he could call me to get together again this week--wait  until I tell my buddy--- she  is going too die---she'll say-- see I told you he was a nice guy--and I'll say yes he is-- but  he liked you---I'll keep you posted....
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/08/22/unexpected_pleasantries/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:200angels.blog.co.uk,2005-08-01:/2005/08/01/summer_summer_summertime/</id><title>summer,summer,summertime....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/08/01/summer_summer_summertime/"/><author><name>200angels</name></author><published>2005-08-01T06:17:01+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T06:17:01+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;   Wow ....I have a moment too write my thoughts---hmmm where too start--my 17yr old has come home too mama--too visit---twice in one month--  started out as 4 days then became 14  days not bad after not seeing each other for 2yrs ----we had a great time living, learning,excepting,respecting one another --and just think --she remembered she had a mom--- who loves and misses her---anyway she wants too move with me--great idea...hmmmm now the stress begins--I need a bigger place she wants too move here-- but of course she's in love with her boyfriend but only when she is in calif.---  too many guys are hitting on her here--what can I expect from a 17yr. old---So that means my freedom will end--hopefully not---  Here's too living with a 17 year old ...pray for me  ......
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/08/01/summer_summer_summertime/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:200angels.blog.co.uk,2005-06-13:/2005/06/13/not_the_one_for_me/</id><title>not the one for me</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/06/13/not_the_one_for_me/"/><author><name>200angels</name></author><published>2005-06-13T06:45:09+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T06:58:22+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;   I was riding my vintage bike 1950's I love my bike--- I don't wear a helmut a few people have yelled too me---where's your helmet--I'm thinking-- thanks for the concern--but the helmuts I've seen--- the styles look like shit---I know--- would I  rather have my brains on the pavement or protect my pretty lil head---hmmmmmm     I can't find a style that I find groovy---protection goovy protection groovy  I'll figure it out---any way  I'm trying too decide if I perfer chocolate or vanilla or something in between I like the sound of in between-- lol---alright-- I met this good looking brother on the side  of the road ---as I was biking--- going up a hill--- in prospect park that parkand that hill will kick your ass---absolutely no joke---     I mean anyone at that junction is huffing and puffing but once you've concord that spot --the park is all yours--figures I'd meet a man who is a retired detective--he is 52 my god he really looks a though he is 39--He can't believe I'm 43== neither can I ---what the hell ---our first date was sweet we drove around for a few minutes---then went too one of his old police restaurant hangouts --"they give you so much food and at a good price"--I'm thinking this is really a mound of tasteless shit and I can cook a meal-- much more tasteful then this--I couldnt eat it and he felt I was being wasteful-----strike 1----We both felt as though we have met the one---- who we-- could possibly  live our lives with-- he wanted a very serious relationship-- we need a little work ---but we can and have talked out our difficult moments---date 2 we decided we would take a nice early morning beach walk together---he was upset that I was a few feet away from him and not walking side by side--- at  that moment I realized he was not the one for me --we tried-- but I am too independent for him and he is too possessive for me --we wave today at each other in the park--he in his pac of retired cops  cycling for an upcoming race and I am exercising alone-- now we wave at each other ---on the road---wondering what could hav been....
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/06/13/not_the_one_for_me/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:200angels.blog.co.uk,2005-06-01:/2005/06/01/i_will_always_love_u/</id><title>I will always love u....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/06/01/i_will_always_love_u/"/><author><name>200angels</name></author><published>2005-06-01T05:04:59+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T05:47:53+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; It's hard too believe our  love and friendship the caring the long unmentionable hours of passion and manic sex--in which I will neverever forget is no longer---9-maybe 10 months together was fantastic---you had your moments--- okay we had our moments------god I miss you---  you truly were the best manfriend certainly not a boy ---friend I have  had the pleasure of enjoying--- in everyway ---you spoiled  me with only the best --that life has to offer ---  we spoke of a life  together--but you knew  I  couldn't handle the many -many trips too the bathroom --seeing you out in the open was way-- too much for me-- but I was able too get you- to not  do your thing in my face--- call it respect --call it embarrassment for you ---because of course you had too reach your high  and not once but 4-6 times even more  --who have I met... a major component in major companies  ...and how is this possible --this guy gets so fucking high --but always creative and super charming too every one-- but you have to want too change for yourself---- and for you and your son who doesnt know his dad is an addict---I will always love you.... you are truly a   fantastic man-- you know--I've done all I could as a friend-- its up too u....... I will always love you...
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there is a song on the radio  playing called  Angel---  wax poetic by nora jones-- sounds retro has a 50's ha  cha cha  vibe---- that has made me teary eyed ---I'm  sure it has nothing to do with the cognac sm. shot glass  and small  glass of chardonnay-- mix going on ---- I was  5yrs old when my older sister Cynthia took me too an older couple that lived on the south side of chicago --which is where I was born--- just to mention--I remember walking up the brownstone stairs and going inside with my sister-- she had me greet them--- then I saw my  sister  leave--she left me with complete strangers ----I remember  crying , crying,crying  ---how do you adjust--- too  complete strangers--- when you have no choice--because--- my mother wasn't able too take care of the eight children ----I was put in a foster home --they were extremely nice too me----I have come to know my history from a woman named marylou todd----she convinced my foster parents too take me ---she met  my sister in church---who explained to her that my mom  couldnt take care of eight kids--and if they had it in their hearts too keep me..... and for 16 years they did and my 3 younger brothers---but my older siblings were already teenagers and lived their own lives ---we all grew apart --but my mom has never seen all eight of her children... I hope too change that---
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/05/31/eye_miss_my_family/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:200angels.blog.co.uk,2005-05-30:/2005/05/30/in_the_middle_of_the_madness/</id><title>in the middle of the madness</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/05/30/in_the_middle_of_the_madness/"/><author><name>200angels</name></author><published>2005-05-30T02:44:41+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T02:44:41+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;  why-----why----whyyyyyyy---- online dating whyyyyyy----&lt;br&gt;
we live our lives--- we want something new ---unseen by our friends ---all our own---for me this moment is  new-- and not sure if I like it-- I "ve just  arrived home from I don't know what too call it ---mind you --I have been chatting overseas--- they look better---but something from around the corner  can u imagine---  caught my eye --not great but interesting--what the hell--life is too short-- ---but just my luck he had too be the creep of all creeps too enjoy this day with---it started out ok ----ended with  him sneaking out because I assume he didn't have enough money--but said -- I'll take care of the ck. as he got up---too go to the bathroom---  I watched him leave--- what the fuck just happened ---  he agreed too the location enjoyed my salad and his meal----and my wine---Whatever--- I know---he just  couldnt handle my beauty--   I  had a major grand stand ---lol    .........what could be better then this--- well ..the nite before--- with my frenchman!!!   what next........
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/05/30/in_the_middle_of_the_madness/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:200angels.blog.co.uk,2005-05-28:/2005/05/28/older_man_younger_woman/</id><title>older man younger woman</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/05/28/older_man_younger_woman/"/><author><name>200angels</name></author><published>2005-05-28T08:29:52+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T08:35:55+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; yes-- once again --sleepless nites--- tossing and turning-- I cant get too sleep--because my fucking bosses have been together for 7 yrs. not married mind you---he left his wife for her --she was in  abusive relationships   told too me by   60+ who is  from holland and she claims 38---  I'm sure 40+ from belgium---anyway---she met someone in the store 6mo. ago-- but 60+ thinks these trysts have gone on for months-- with several men--- 60+ is  just paying attention---&lt;br&gt;
anyway--long story short-- she went too india for 2 wks.   with this younger guy -----60+ is pissed--she gets ultimatum --" its him or me " she thinks she's in love- maybe she is---moves in with the young rat-- I mean cat- 1/2 mile down the road in belgium and now I'm in the middle of this shit --  so I keep my thoughts to myself ---for once I really love work----and I know they will get back together---  easy equation her brain  + his money&lt;br&gt;
 match made in hell I mean heaven......
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/05/28/older_man_younger_woman/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:200angels.blog.co.uk,2005-05-28:/2005/05/28/work_and_no_play_am_i_crazy/</id><title>work and no play -- am I crazy</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/05/28/work_and_no_play_am_i_crazy/"/><author><name>200angels</name></author><published>2005-05-28T05:34:07+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T05:40:24+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;  Ohhhhhh my---  19 days in a row and  I am not the owner of this business--something has too change--- and I'm talkin this holiday weekend---   I  will  delightfully  have too take a bite out of this super sexy french man ---my god this man is hung like a horse---and his kisses ---he only wants me too ---well I guess  I should keep these thoughts too myself-----as my buddy jhp suggested-- I may have too sit on an icepack for awhile---  my frenchman  said---  he can't  wait---  too visit the islands--- lol---I hope I make it back too work---  wish me well...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/05/28/work_and_no_play_am_i_crazy/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:200angels.blog.co.uk,2005-05-26:/2005/05/26/what_s_in_a_name_1/</id><title>what's in a name</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://200angels.blog.co.uk/2005/05/26/what_s_in_a_name_1/"/><author><name>200angels</name></author><published>2005-05-26T05:26:42+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T05:26:42+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;  This is the very first time I have  typed my  thoughts for all too see---I guess  this sensitive moment too shall pass--anyway  a very dear friend who loves blogging---suggested that I read his thoughts--mind you I talk too this turkey several times a week--while at work then again at  home---So needless to say I dont have patience too read his thoughts--I hear them daily-- maybe I'm being insensitive but I don't think so---So when he suggested I read his thoughts and then call him back and tell him what I think---I seized the moment too create my very own blog--&lt;br&gt;
  eventually I will---read his of course--but now its all about meeeeeeee   ----
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