<?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-1720906882240337109</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:45:07.234-06:00</updated><category term='sick'/><title type='text'>The blue dog of KC!!</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog of a normal guy with a screwed up past. I grew up in an ultra-conservative Pentecostal family (that sums it all up).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08477938858675705900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SfiJaK0b5CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MSKIgwC9Ntw/S220/Brent+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1720906882240337109.post-7296465612209446090</id><published>2009-01-13T10:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:14:50.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bailey" The newest member of the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SWzDrBT-2JI/AAAAAAAAABg/bRiriOkotUY/s1600-h/Bailey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290818806107527314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SWzDrBT-2JI/AAAAAAAAABg/bRiriOkotUY/s320/Bailey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1720906882240337109-7296465612209446090?l=thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/feeds/7296465612209446090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1720906882240337109&amp;postID=7296465612209446090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/7296465612209446090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/7296465612209446090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/2009/01/bailey-newest-member-of-family.html' title='&quot;Bailey&quot; The newest member of the family'/><author><name>Brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08477938858675705900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SfiJaK0b5CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MSKIgwC9Ntw/S220/Brent+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SWzDrBT-2JI/AAAAAAAAABg/bRiriOkotUY/s72-c/Bailey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1720906882240337109.post-3645198341953474241</id><published>2009-01-09T13:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:33:32.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG he's got 3 thumbs!</title><content type='html'>That was the first thing my mom said when they brought out my nephew Josiah... This tells you so much about my mom  "Superficial".   Nothing about how perfect he is or how his smile melts the room (it still does).  It was all about how he had an extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; digit on his right hand and "when was the earliest we could have it cut off?" Hell the ole lady probably would have chewed it off with her teeth the way she was going on and on about it. This was almost 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;This last X-mas my mom made a small comment about my weight. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;" I have gained no more then 20lbs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; I weigh less then 170lbs and I am almost 6 feet. But by the time I had left my parents house my mom had wrote out a diet plan for me to loose all that grotesque weight.&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have done nothing less then fret over what she said to me. Last night I broke down and told George how fat I feel and how disgusting I am . In fact I did this right before we had sex. He told me how foolish my mom is and that I look better now then when I met him (April 1, 2008). That was all it took and I feel so relieved, normally I w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ould&lt;/span&gt; shake it off, but as a gay man who is about to turn 38 years old this month all I could think was that I am going to turn into RUBY. She is the big girl from E. This reminds me I am watching to much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1720906882240337109-3645198341953474241?l=thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/feeds/3645198341953474241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1720906882240337109&amp;postID=3645198341953474241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/3645198341953474241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/3645198341953474241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-hes-got-3-thumbs.html' title='OMG he&apos;s got 3 thumbs!'/><author><name>Brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08477938858675705900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SfiJaK0b5CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MSKIgwC9Ntw/S220/Brent+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1720906882240337109.post-1399984601216680884</id><published>2008-12-30T14:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:12:01.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so ready for 2009.</title><content type='html'>This last year seems like such a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bblluurr&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It feels like it only started on April 1st the day that I met George, "Yes we met on-line" and "no we didn't have sex the first date." And since that day until now it has been nothing short of e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cstasy&lt;/span&gt;, in fact it feels sorta like being on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt; now that I think of it. I am not saying we don't have out ups and downs but truly it is an amazing time for me. Blah BLAH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BLAHH&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I won't &lt;/span&gt; put you through such sugary crap. I had not dated for a really long time in fact I probably only had maybe 20 dates at the most (not including one night stands) my entire life even including girls. I just feel very thankful this year and can't wait to start a new year with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;best friend. I hope everryone has a happy New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps. My sister is having a little girl due in March and she is naming her Eva Cheri' (total stripper name) and my nephew keeps calling her Eva Snake, can you say Freudian slip?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1720906882240337109-1399984601216680884?l=thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/feeds/1399984601216680884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1720906882240337109&amp;postID=1399984601216680884&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/1399984601216680884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/1399984601216680884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-so-ready-for-2009.html' title='I am so ready for 2009.'/><author><name>Brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08477938858675705900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SfiJaK0b5CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MSKIgwC9Ntw/S220/Brent+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1720906882240337109.post-3800412935404466391</id><published>2008-12-30T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:27:49.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>George and I @ Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SVpL3a1jZiI/AAAAAAAAABY/wGNBGCVUCiY/s1600-h/George+and+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285620528141526562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SVpL3a1jZiI/AAAAAAAAABY/wGNBGCVUCiY/s320/George+and+I.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1720906882240337109-3800412935404466391?l=thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/feeds/3800412935404466391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1720906882240337109&amp;postID=3800412935404466391&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/3800412935404466391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/3800412935404466391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/2008/12/george-and-i-christmas.html' title='George and I @ Christmas'/><author><name>Brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08477938858675705900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SfiJaK0b5CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MSKIgwC9Ntw/S220/Brent+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SVpL3a1jZiI/AAAAAAAAABY/wGNBGCVUCiY/s72-c/George+and+I.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1720906882240337109.post-7240060087294506388</id><published>2008-12-22T10:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:41:28.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OK I WENT TO JIMMY SWAGGART BIBLE COLLEGE NO BIG DEAL</title><content type='html'>Wow I said it...Most of my friends and even close friends have no clue. Sometimes they even think I am an atheist the way I talk. It's not that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; or ashamed it just opens up a can of worms and so many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first question that everyone asks is why that school? The truth is that I just wanted to be as far away from my parents as possible and that meant moving from Missouri to Louisiana and when you have such protect/overbearing/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ultra&lt;/span&gt;-conservative/crazy/psycho parents you do anything that you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College albeit "JSBC" made me the man I am today. I realized that I am a gay and it also gave me room to grow and become a stronger person, especially for things to come like being disowned (oh well things happen).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1720906882240337109-7240060087294506388?l=thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/feeds/7240060087294506388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1720906882240337109&amp;postID=7240060087294506388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/7240060087294506388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/7240060087294506388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-i-went-to-jimmy-swaggart-bible.html' title='OK I WENT TO JIMMY SWAGGART BIBLE COLLEGE NO BIG DEAL'/><author><name>Brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08477938858675705900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SfiJaK0b5CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MSKIgwC9Ntw/S220/Brent+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1720906882240337109.post-635778856743299991</id><published>2008-12-19T15:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:21:06.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He liked it! He really liked it!</title><content type='html'>Last night was a total success!! I am so darn proud of myself.... It only took 1 1/2 hours for something an experienced chef and or 5 year old could have done in 30 minutes like the recipe said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  The only downfall with cooking is cleaning and that took an additional hour but it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Not only was dinner superb but also after dinner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sxx&lt;/span&gt; was great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; I had seconds. That took place right after the scallops and as always was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;, I probably won't  give details of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sxx&lt;/span&gt; life but who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1720906882240337109-635778856743299991?l=thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/feeds/635778856743299991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1720906882240337109&amp;postID=635778856743299991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/635778856743299991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/635778856743299991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-liked-it-he-really-liked-it.html' title='He liked it! He really liked it!'/><author><name>Brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08477938858675705900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SfiJaK0b5CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MSKIgwC9Ntw/S220/Brent+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1720906882240337109.post-278936055890133918</id><published>2008-12-18T15:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:36:07.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the thought that counts?</title><content type='html'>Today my George (boyfriend) turns 35!!! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;greatest &lt;/span&gt;day of my life,  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; very thankful for him.  I have been planning this day for weeks and I hope it turns out for him. All he wants is a nice quiet dinner for just him and I. He doesn't know that I making the hardest dinner I have ever made or have even thought of making. I normally would go to one of out local restaurants and get take out but not tonight. I am making seared jumbo scallops with a champagne-vanilla butter sauce, with roasted asparagus and grilled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caesar&lt;/span&gt; salad and to top it off I am making cherries jubilee flambe'. WHO AM I KIDDING!!! I am going to totally "f" it up I have no cooking skills all I can make (that is good) is grilled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cheese&lt;/span&gt; and chicken noodle soup. This meal is way to complicated and decadent that I am sure it will turn out like hockey pucks and everything else charred.  I am hoping he will think the old saying "it's the thought that counts" and not think what a looser. Hopefully I can end the night with wonderful sex and he will be overwhelmed not by my food but what we make in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1720906882240337109-278936055890133918?l=thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/feeds/278936055890133918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1720906882240337109&amp;postID=278936055890133918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/278936055890133918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/278936055890133918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-thought-that-counts.html' title='It&apos;s the thought that counts?'/><author><name>Brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08477938858675705900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SfiJaK0b5CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MSKIgwC9Ntw/S220/Brent+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1720906882240337109.post-6158804218354798195</id><published>2008-12-10T14:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:47:18.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does everone love Housewives of Atlanta like I do?</title><content type='html'>I love this dang show so much, this is my new drug of choice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. From Kim's fake Barbie hair to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neenee's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spicy&lt;/span&gt; mouth. Every week I would just get so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; for them for what they were doing/saying/acting. I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; has a click like they do sometimes in they're lives. I would be the token gay guy with all the plastic surgery that always blabs with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Neenee&lt;/span&gt; except I am white younger and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; cuter and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; nicer...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; I am nothing like that guy come to think of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1720906882240337109-6158804218354798195?l=thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/feeds/6158804218354798195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1720906882240337109&amp;postID=6158804218354798195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/6158804218354798195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/6158804218354798195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-everone-love-housewives-of.html' title='Does everone love Housewives of Atlanta like I do?'/><author><name>Brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08477938858675705900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SfiJaK0b5CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MSKIgwC9Ntw/S220/Brent+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1720906882240337109.post-6818581090270369694</id><published>2008-12-08T14:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:48:21.780-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>The first blog of the rest of my life.</title><content type='html'>This last Friday night my Boyfriend and I went out to dinner with a single friend of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ours&lt;/span&gt; and for the first time in a long time I felt like an outsider. I normally can fit in to any conversation any time any place, but this time I felt "so not there". Do you ever feel that way? My whole life I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; felt this way. I come from an extreme &lt;strong&gt;Pentecostal &lt;/strong&gt;background in which I was basically an outcast at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; work etc. and until 10-12 years ago when I came out to my family and friends did I finally feel like I was normal how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;f'd&lt;/span&gt; up is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. But the label "gay" was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better then "crazy pentecostal". Getting back to Friday night, after dinner we headed to a local bar and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; shake of this crazy feeling in fact I felt worse. I finally told by b/f that we needed to leave and he was cool with it and by the time we got home did I realize what the problem was, I was sick! It has been years since I have been sick at all and I had no clue that I was coming down with the flu (chills, aches,sweating...). Sunday I stayed in bed all day long and then today @ work everyone looks at me like a reject back up dancer in the video "BAD" you the one's behind Michael J. I hope this end's soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is my first posting and it wasn't that bad, talk to you all soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1720906882240337109-6818581090270369694?l=thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/feeds/6818581090270369694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1720906882240337109&amp;postID=6818581090270369694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/6818581090270369694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1720906882240337109/posts/default/6818581090270369694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluedogofkc.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-blog-of-rest-of-my-life.html' title='The first blog of the rest of my life.'/><author><name>Brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08477938858675705900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGlw5vPHucw/SfiJaK0b5CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MSKIgwC9Ntw/S220/Brent+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
