<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:22:03.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-4194338469873697776</id><published>2011-11-08T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T16:27:20.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finaly after many months of planning, saving, more planning and even more saving I have purchased a new car, abeautiful 2009 Honda Civic white.   I think that I might be in love with a car for the first time in my life, pathetic I know but I have been drivng around New york for the last couple of years in gas guzzlers, muffler bangers and all around crappy cars, all the while avoiding the costs of purchasing a new automoble.       Now finally after alot of ribbing and snide comments from my sister and Suzy I decided that it was time. Even thou I am happy with this new development, the hole in my pocket is still protesting.       So what is the next step in my master plan to world domination. Save. save and more saving. And what am I saving towards you might ask, oh well just a little thing called my own condo. I purchased myself a mega million ticket today, so who knows maybe I could be siting on 25 million big ones as I sit here at my desk.So good luck to me and all my fellow dreamers. Remember dream big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-4194338469873697776?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/4194338469873697776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2011/11/finaly-after-many-months-of-planning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/4194338469873697776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/4194338469873697776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2011/11/finaly-after-many-months-of-planning.html' title=''/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-4413326430439305637</id><published>2011-08-18T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T15:01:20.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I just looked into myself and realized that I spend so much of my time thinking about what I do not have, that I am forgetting what I do have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_54phcz="69"&gt;This is a problem that is not only plaguing me but the rest of society as well.Stressing about&amp;nbsp;getting that new fancier car and we fail to apreciate the little car that we do have, taking us to work on a daily basis, providing heat in the winter and air condition in the hot summer months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_54phcz="69"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There is no problem trying to achieve more in life, reaching for the stars until you feel like your hands are about to pop out of their socket. For me it is almost like an obsession, to be more , do more, achieve more.So much so that lately I have lost my way, strayed from my path. I have been working so hard the last few months that I have bypassed my bed and moved to sleeping on my couch because by the time I get home jump in the shower and sit at my computer for 3-4 hours, I am so exhausted that I just crash on the sofa, only to awaken at 6am the to start the process all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_54phcz="69"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have come to realize that my chase for the perfect life, is getting in the way of me spending quality time with my friends and family. The people that love and support me no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_54phcz="82"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_54phcz="82"&gt;So starting today, I vow to spend less time searching for perfection and unattainable happiness and focuscing more of my energy on my loving family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-4413326430439305637?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/4413326430439305637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-looked-into-myself-and-realized.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/4413326430439305637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/4413326430439305637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-looked-into-myself-and-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-6900489634474191773</id><published>2011-06-30T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:11:48.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RACISM OR STUPIDITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Recently my sister got into an altercation with a coworker. My sister is of African desent aand this person was of the white variety.&lt;br /&gt;In a heated argument she called my sister&amp;nbsp;a black monkey, and promptly told her that she does not belong "here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I have never been the victim of any sort of racial profiling,but I got so heated when my sister was replaying the whole sordid mess&amp;nbsp;for me and my friend Suzy. Understandably so,&amp;nbsp;my sister let her have it with guns blazing, tellng her if she so hates peope of color maybe New York with its vast immigraton population is not the best place to be living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still extremely upset about the entire incident and so hurt, that I cannot help feeling that &amp;nbsp;maybe people that I meet are judging me by the color of my skin and not who I am as a person.&lt;br /&gt;Friends have told me that I am a little naive burying my head in the sand about this whole racism issue, because for me&amp;nbsp;I always thought that since I am not seeing it first hand and it is not happening to me, it does not exist. I guess the saying "out of sight, out of mind" is true. &lt;br /&gt;Now with this incident so close to home, I am forced to examine this most pressing issue plauging out society today, &amp;nbsp;and I have come to realize that I do get looked at differently depending on where I am and who I am&amp;nbsp;with.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hang out with my friend Suzy who just happens to be white we get little side glances sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;For me I don't see color, whether you are black, white orange or purple is of no concern to me. What is important is what yo have in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister informed me yesterday that her coworker recently quit. I guess that means racists&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=chelsibellabl-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=1442202181&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; are not only stupid, but they are quitters as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-6900489634474191773?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/6900489634474191773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2011/06/racism-of-stupidity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/6900489634474191773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/6900489634474191773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2011/06/racism-of-stupidity.html' title='RACISM OR STUPIDITY'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-8398639606898928388</id><published>2010-07-08T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:44:50.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Writing" The key to my soul</title><content type='html'>I have writing ever since I could remember and reading for twice as long. Whether its poetry or a short story I have written it, or whether its a novel  love story I have read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written so many thins it is had to keep tract or even to remember some of the things that I have written about, it has gotten to a point where I am running out of note books to write in and running out of space to store book that I have read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have come to the conclusion that I need to take this writing thing seriously, so I have decided to go one of so many way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Actually finish writing a book and have it published. (I have so may ideas floating around in my head it's like a circus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Start yet another blog where I will post my stories for the masses, no mtter how racy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or (drawing a blank). Help a sista out!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-8398639606898928388?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/8398639606898928388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2010/07/writing-key-to-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/8398639606898928388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/8398639606898928388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2010/07/writing-key-to-my-soul.html' title='&quot;Writing&quot; The key to my soul'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-8078776722344577001</id><published>2010-05-13T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:37:35.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changes</title><content type='html'>I now I have not updated my blog for awhile now but I have been extremely busy at home and work. The office is getting busier and busier everyday, I keep going in early and leaving later and later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home is even more stressing, I decided to invite my cousin and her daughter to live with me and my hubby, and a few months ago hubby decided he wanted his kids(ages 10 &amp;amp; 4) to come live with us. So I have gone to living practically alone to living with 3 kids. Lord give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wht can I do thou, as I always say"Its Family" and we all do what we can to help each other out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-8078776722344577001?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/8078776722344577001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/8078776722344577001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/8078776722344577001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-changes.html' title='Life Changes'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-301661570264572662</id><published>2010-05-12T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:35:57.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMMIGRATION REFORM</title><content type='html'>In recent weeks the state of Arizona has made it known the lengths they will go to for there so called immigration reform and as much as I want to blame them for there stupidity, I cant because it is full time this country start discussing immigration reform and stop pushing it to the side. According to the US there are over eleven million illegal immigrants in the country (how exactly they came up with this number since they dont know who these people are, is simply proposterus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the main focus before was on the economy and the healthcare system and of course the war in Iraq, but Washington must be made to understand that finding and legalizing undocumented immigrants is a step towards they future for this country. There are millions of people out there some working (wanting to pay taxes but are afraid), some working and paying taxes(also scared of one day getting kicked out from the very county they have been paying taxes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new law they are trying to pass in Arizona should open the eyes of the president, democrats and republicans alike to stop thinking about themselves and  their political agendas and think about this country not only to protect the people that are here, (whether lawful or unlawful) and also find a way to keep out those that would do the country harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as american cannot keep grouping all illegal immigrants together, there are kids that were brought here by there parents since they were babies and are only finding out when they graduated highschool and looking to go to college they they are illegal in this county. What are these children to do? They are highschool graduates, looking to become doctors or even  lawyers, but they are stuck because most colleges will not accept them without the necessary documentation, nor will they find legitamate paying jobs that will allow them to work and go to school (since it is illegal to hire an undocumented worker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say the time for excuses is over, who cares that elections are in november, the time for immigration reform is now, not tomorrow, not nextweek, not next month, or next year, the time to bring forth an immigration plan to bring people out of the shadows, let them pay a fine for entering the country illegally, those without criminal records will step to the front of the line and get a shot at what they have been aiming for, a shot at the american dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-301661570264572662?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/301661570264572662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2010/05/immigration-reform.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/301661570264572662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/301661570264572662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2010/05/immigration-reform.html' title='IMMIGRATION REFORM'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-4124530177411572355</id><published>2009-06-30T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:38:21.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DYING IS A BIG DILEMA</title><content type='html'>Dying is a big, big deal but I have experienced it with someone close to me, but with the passing of Michael Jackson it has really hit close to home that time is precious and very limited so you have to live each day to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-4124530177411572355?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/4124530177411572355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/06/dying-is-big-dilema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/4124530177411572355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/4124530177411572355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/06/dying-is-big-dilema.html' title='DYING IS A BIG DILEMA'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-3984076189645509609</id><published>2009-06-22T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:29:19.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISCOMMUNICATION</title><content type='html'>Micommunication is the biggest problem one can have in a relationship, you talk and talk and tlk and talk but no one listens it is really testing my patience.  am at my wits end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-3984076189645509609?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/3984076189645509609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/06/miscommunication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/3984076189645509609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/3984076189645509609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/06/miscommunication.html' title='MISCOMMUNICATION'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-2524328232292865804</id><published>2009-06-17T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:27:03.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FUTURE</title><content type='html'>In high school teachers were always asking, where do you see yourself two years from now, and  have never given that question much thought, but here I a now twenty five years old and I am trying to see the future but it keeps eludng me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried all my life to suceed I try not to think about the past, but to always look towards the future. I am always expecting the unexpected so now nothing surprises me very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I life you learn that with hard work, your blood sweat and tears you will suceed in life no matter how hard it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-2524328232292865804?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/2524328232292865804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/06/future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/2524328232292865804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/2524328232292865804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/06/future.html' title='THE FUTURE'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-7663571489356976050</id><published>2009-06-05T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:37:25.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAYS</title><content type='html'>What is it that no one understands that on Friday's evenings after work my only thought is to laze out on my sofa in my underwear an just relax, not moving, not feeling , no thinking just wallowing in my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this means no noise, no ringing phone, no complaining just me, myself and I spending some quiet alone time together. But does this happen? Nope it does not because no one understands the concept of me, me, me, me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am at 10:26 on a friday night and I have yet to sit back and relax and as far as I can see there is no wallowing in my near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is out there please hear my cries. HELP. HELP. PLEASE HELP ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-7663571489356976050?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/7663571489356976050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/06/fridays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/7663571489356976050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/7663571489356976050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/06/fridays.html' title='FRIDAYS'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-7297855881139150109</id><published>2009-05-31T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:55:24.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Money in these hard times</title><content type='html'>I have come to the conclusion that I need to cut costs in my home and I have started with my cable package. I have the cable, internet and telephone in one but the more I think about I do not need a telephone in my house because I have the unlimited plan from sprint and I am at work all the time so I can use the internet there if I want to do something online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whoopie I just saved myself about $60 a month. In these times you have to cut the fat and that is exactly where my head is leading right now so if something does not make you money or have the potential to make you some extra income you need to leave it behind, now is the time to be selfish and frugal with "YOUR" money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-7297855881139150109?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/7297855881139150109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/05/saving-money-in-these-hard-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/7297855881139150109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/7297855881139150109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/05/saving-money-in-these-hard-times.html' title='Saving Money in these hard times'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-6375900843421731792</id><published>2009-04-14T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:50:14.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling extremely maternal lately, must be the fact that I have 4  nieces and 2 nephews. Now at the ripe old age of twenty five the big question is looming "Am I ready for the little devils" maybe yes, maybe no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been really thinking at what point in ones life are they actually ready for kids, is it when you get married, when your career is on the right track or is it when you purchase your own home, anyway you put it I am still trying to find out where exactly kids factor into my future, so for now I have to be satisfied with Aunty Chelsi and Aunty "bella".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-6375900843421731792?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/6375900843421731792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/6375900843421731792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/6375900843421731792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids.html' title='KIDS'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-5575601071897045945</id><published>2009-04-06T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:03:22.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Messy</title><content type='html'>I have been trying for years to keep my office organized but I have finally come to the conclusion that it is impossible I just have everything in piles upon piles upon piles but I know what is in each and every nook and cranny. So all you people peeping into my office and criticizing please keep your eyes to youself. I have a system and I am sticking to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-5575601071897045945?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/5575601071897045945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-messy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/5575601071897045945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/5575601071897045945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-messy.html' title='Miss Messy'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-4964515335538847335</id><published>2009-03-18T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:20:07.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELPLESS</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt so helpless like there is no hope, it's like everyone thinks you have this perfect life and everything is gravy, but inside you are falling apart,  well guess what welcome to my life, it's like for every two thingsthat go right there is another three things that go horribly wrong. Don't gety me wrong I was not always this crazy emotional basket case, but with time comes more resposibilities, and with a harsh life comes tough lessons, we can't all remain sweet and innocent forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part I try to look on the bright side and stay positive but it can be extremely hard with all the negativity out there whether it's from the news or just from the people around you.Sometimes I sit and remember the girl with the positve attitude who thought everything would happen for her in time, her naiveness still urkes me butwhat can you do but grow up and face the harsh realities that is ones life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I have gooten more negative as the years have passed but with the help of my sister, my crazy niece and a loving spouse I will muddle my way through this maze and hopefully find my salvation on the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-4964515335538847335?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/4964515335538847335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/03/helpless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/4964515335538847335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/4964515335538847335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/03/helpless.html' title='HELPLESS'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-1086265745444842124</id><published>2009-03-15T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:47:39.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT RECESSION</title><content type='html'>I was fortunate enough to attend a party last night with my sister and my cousin and by the looks of everything, from the stretch limo outside the club to the many creative outfits worn by the ladies and gentlemen present, it is very clear to me that some people are not taking this recession thing very seriously, because why then would you go to a local Jamaican party in Queens, New York in a custom made outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time I am feeling the urge to go to a party on a saturday night, I will certainly rethink the whole thing, after all I am one of the many few who are actually planning for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218580572791144155-1086265745444842124?l=chelsibella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/feeds/1086265745444842124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-recession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/1086265745444842124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218580572791144155/posts/default/1086265745444842124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsibella.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-recession.html' title='WHAT RECESSION'/><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218580572791144155.post-8289800750893443023</id><published>2009-03-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:18:47.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY</title><content type='html'>Is is ok to not like about half the people in one's family, be real most family members can and are very annoying so why should I talk to or even communicate with them they only call you when they need something anyway, and they don't even try to sugar coat it no call to say hello, no how are you and the family just gimme, gimme, gimme, well it's recession time now so there is nothing more to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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