<?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-4016408</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:37:37.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Days Go By......Like A Strand In The Wind</title><subtitle type='html'>I Will Never Hide What I Really Feel</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-109191314042214345</id><published>2004-08-07T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T17:12:20.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, long time no see everyone. I am posting today. Have no idea if and when I will do this again, but for today~~~ I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, we expiereced some rather severe flooding due to Hurricane Alex spinning his was through the Atlanitc. The first hurricane of the season, many more to come...or so they expect. Monday and Tuesday were awful. The one and only highway here turned into a small pond and some residents were forced to move else where until all the water subsided from their front yards. Mine and Mark's yard and home are on rather high ground, so we were lucky in the respect.&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I took my nephew and neice "School Clothes Shopping." JCPenny had a decent sale going and we manage to get them each some nice out fits at cool sale prices. My nephew went for an eye exam and much to his dismay, he is now wearing glasses.  Everyone has to constantly remind him to wear them, of course, but in time I think he will get used to them. he picked a nice looking frame for them and he actually looks very handsome in them. He won't hear of it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The annual fireman and rescue squad carnival has arrived. We all went and had a great time. I take it as a sign of getting older that I found myself at the BINGO table with my mother and was enjoying it more than anyone there.&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I have been in serious discussions about having a child. I have mentioned in the past our desire to extend our family. Now, the ball is rolling. We are checking out our options. Mark would like to father a child, the old turkey baster method, with a serogate mother, and that is fine with me. Then, we also have the option of adopting, which we both are ok with as well. With gay adoption being such a taboo it seems, we may have to do this on the down low, so to speak. Mark has checked into adoption and may be able to pull some strings to go past a waiting list that some have. So, we shall see. I will keep everyone posted on that situation. Next Saturday is our anniversary. I can't believe it. Time sure flys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-109191314042214345?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/109191314042214345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/109191314042214345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109191314042214345' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-106029203064477555</id><published>2003-08-07T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T17:33:50.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I Got A Job</title><content type='html'>As I explained recently, Mark and I have been discussing my returning to a work enviroment. Initially, he didn't want me to but we evolved to a mutual agreement. That being, i would return to work but not full time. So, i came across an add for a D.N.A Buccal Swab Collector for LabCorp and took a chance on calling them. I spoke to a very nice lady who gave me a run down on the position. It is every first, third and fourth thursday of each month. They pay mileage,bridge toll, supply me with all the supplies and it's hours are from 9am-12:30 noon. The pay is $18.00 an hour. After she finished explaining everything i told her that i was very interested in this position and would also be willing to work other days at other locations for them as well. She offered me the job on the phone. Said all i would need to do would be to fax a resume to her and she will hold this job for me. Well, it took me all of an hour to complete the resume. Fax it, and all is now done. I am so excited!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this position will require me going to the local jails and obtaining specimens from inmates. When I do this type of particular case, they pay me $25.00 for each inmate specimen collection obtained plus mileage. This is like the best job ever. My boss is in California, i have no one looking over my shoulder and I make some easy cash. The best part is that I will no longer be here at the house all day long going stair crazy. i soo can not do the "Suzie Homemaker " thing. I want to feel as though I am actually contributing something. Giving something back and what better way to do that than to help nail dead beat fathers and sometimes even mothers who fail to pay for and take responsibilty for the children who need them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-106029203064477555?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/106029203064477555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/106029203064477555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106029203064477555' title='Well, I Got A Job'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-106021237532110987</id><published>2003-08-06T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T00:59:02.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Guess The Next Movie Role Britney Spears Is Ready To "Duke" It Out For?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/prettynpink474/1057857654_DaisyDuke1.jpg" border="0" alt="Daisy Duke"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Daisy Duke.....Who didn't love this good ole'&lt;br&gt;country girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems, "LA BRIT" was handpicked to squeeze into the trademark denim shorts by Ashton Kutcher, who will portray Luke Duke. The role of Bo Duke will go to 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS star, Paul Walker. Personally I think that Danny Devito would make an excellent Boss Hogg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no secret that I  can not stand Britney Spears. BUT, if she can &lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/news/article.aspx?news=130150"&gt;SUCCESSFULLY  REPRISE THE ROLE OF DAISY DUKE&lt;/a&gt; i will become a fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-106021237532110987?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/106021237532110987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/106021237532110987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106021237532110987' title='Can You Guess The Next Movie Role Britney Spears Is Ready To &quot;Duke&quot; It Out For?'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-106021222051966411</id><published>2003-08-06T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T19:24:19.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oddly Enough.....I Enjoy This News Section On Yahoo</title><content type='html'>I love the section "Oddly Enough" on Yahoo. Some of the stories here are quite entertaining. Like these two particular bits. &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=573&amp;ncid=757&amp;e=2&amp;u=/nm/20030804/od_nm/life_racist_dc"&gt;Car Crash Reveals Racist Church&lt;/a&gt; Seems a vehicle crashed into a building masquerading as a home improvement office, only to be found as a KKK Haven. Sadly, there weren't any injuries involved. Couldn't there had been a meeting or something going on with these dumb asses at that particular time. Like a roach motel "You check in...but don't check out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&amp;u=/nm/20030804/od_nm/odd_germany_sofa_dc&amp;e=4"&gt;GERMAN WHO  FOUND DYNOMITE EXPLOSIVES IN RECENTLY PURCHASED SECOND HAND SOFA&lt;/a&gt;. Talk about getting a "Bang For Your Buck."&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait....I know...I Know....wouldn't it have been really cool, if the idiots in that KKK group had purchased the sofa and it all detonated when the car crashed into their roach motel after the innocent driver escaped of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-106021222051966411?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/106021222051966411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/106021222051966411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106021222051966411' title='Oddly Enough.....I Enjoy This News Section On Yahoo'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-106021212880752292</id><published>2003-08-06T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T19:22:08.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Inside Of me</title><content type='html'>Another dream that enters into your dimension &lt;br /&gt;That cripples you completely &lt;br /&gt;And the darkness is deafening &lt;br /&gt;The pain and suffering is threatening &lt;br /&gt;Looking for your modern messiah &lt;br /&gt;To take it all away &lt;br /&gt;Let me play with your evil inside &lt;br /&gt;Let me play with you for awhile &lt;br /&gt;Share your air and breathe new life into me &lt;br /&gt;Wadeing through the mist to find the stairway to the night &lt;br /&gt;Gone are the cobb webbs from your lifeless corpse &lt;br /&gt;That are reminiscent of your past &lt;br /&gt;Shatter the glass that forever entraps your soul &lt;br /&gt;From memories that have held you prisoner &lt;br /&gt;From all those years long ago &lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking to you...............feed on nothing &lt;br /&gt;Perception is complete when you see &lt;br /&gt;You'll never live up to me.....................2003:Ronnie/Harry Spady &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-106021212880752292?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/106021212880752292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/106021212880752292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106021212880752292' title='Deep Inside Of me'/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-105706922670929233</id><published>2003-07-01T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T11:24:28.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Without The Heart.......There Can Be No Understanding Between The Hand And The Mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-105706922670929233?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/105706922670929233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/105706922670929233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105706922670929233' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-105692285577250714</id><published>2003-06-29T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T21:33:22.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Now, That's Called... Kicking Your Ass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angels Soared To # 1 At The Box Office. Kicking The Hulk Squarely In His Green Ass. &lt;a href=" http://breakingnews.nypost.com/dynamic/stories/B/BOX_OFFICE?SITE=NYNYP&amp;SECTION=HOME"&gt;THE VERDICT IS IN AND THE ANGELS DEBUT AT #1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-105692285577250714?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/105692285577250714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/105692285577250714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105692285577250714' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-105692221652077429</id><published>2003-06-29T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T17:30:16.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This Month Everywhere, Cities Across The Globe Are Celebrating GAY PRIDE. Toronto Saw One Of The First Same Sex Weddings Held And Homosexuals Everywhere Are Pleased Of The New Sodomy Law Rulings. &lt;a href="http://breakingnews.nypost.com/dynamic/stories/G/GAY_PRIDE_PARADE?SITE=NYNYP&amp;SECTION=HOME"&gt;GAY PRIDE AND SODOMY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-105692221652077429?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/105692221652077429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/105692221652077429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105692221652077429' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-105676271669944281</id><published>2003-06-27T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T21:11:56.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since being moved over to the new blogger my old site here seems to be working properly now. For the past few days or so I have been writing in my new blog and i feel that i do enjoy that one the most. So, that one will be my daily blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-105676271669944281?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/105676271669944281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/105676271669944281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105676271669944281' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-105676254772897064</id><published>2003-06-27T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T21:09:07.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Have Seen The Nude Photo Spread Of Carnie Wilson In The New August Issue Of PLAYBOY. It Accounts For Only The Third Issue I Have Ever Purchased Of This Magazine. The First Purchase Was For The Nude Spread of Belinda Carlisle. Which I Have To Say Were Overdone But Still Beautiful. The Second Issue Purchase Was For The Tiffany (80's pop fame) Nude Pictorials. Not Very Pretty...That's All I Have Say In Regards To That. Now, Number 3 Purchase.....For Carnie Wilson. At First I Was Not Even Sure If Infact Carnie Was In This New Issue. First The Photo's Were A Go. Then, They Weren't. Then They Say "Ok..It's A Go." So, When I Saw The Issue In A Certain Book And Magazine Retail Chain, Rhymes With Carnes And Zoble, It Was Not Carnie That Was On The Cover. Infact, Her Photo Layout Is Not Mentioned ANYWHERE On The Cover. So, I Took A Chance Of It Being Inside The Plastic Wrapped Issue. Low And Behold, On Page 66 There Carnie Was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing In A Topless Black Corset Ensemble With Long Blonde Curly Hair (extensions). Only One Word Managed To Escape from My Mouth. BEAUTIFUL. Every Photo Is Done In Taste And Style. One Pose Not Captured For Print Is That Of Complete Nudeness. No Spread Eagles (As A Gay Guy, Can I Just Say Thank You God). I Couldn't Help But To Feel That Maybe Carnie Has Been Slighted Against Though By Hugh And His Team. She Has No Mention On The Cover AT ALL And In Almost Every Shot She Has Something Covering Up Her Stomach. Maybe It Was Personal Choice, I Don't Know. My Philsophy, You Can't Even Lose Weight, Work Really Hard At Diet And Exercise AND Still Be Accepted Enough To Get A Damn Name Mentioning On The Cover Of A Men's Magazine That Sought YOU To Pose FOR THEM. Fuck That Shit. &lt;br /&gt;I Know Most People Will Brush The Photos Off And Say "Of Course The Pictures Are Beautiful, She Has Been Air Brushed." I Have This To Say.. Take A Look At The Photos Of Carnie When She Was 300 Pounds. She Still Had A Beautiful Face Then, But There is Not Enough Air Brushes IN The Entire Free World To Complete THAT Task. Get Serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-105676254772897064?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/105676254772897064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/105676254772897064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105676254772897064' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-105676233536987814</id><published>2003-06-27T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T21:05:35.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHARLIES ANGELS: FULL THROTTLE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I awoke at 9 am, showered, ate breakfast, jumped in my SUV and drove one hour to the 11:15 am opening of the new Charlies Angels Movie. I am not going to spoil it for anyone. Just know that you MUST go see this sequel. It is a kick ass, fast lane,karate chopping explosion of a ride. I left wanting to immediately return inside to see the next showing. Each "Angel" has a plot of their own woven into the story. As expected, all of the "Angels" are great, Bernie Mac is hilarious and fits in rather nicely. Demi Moore looks hot as hell for her age and is simply scrumptious as the " Angel Gone Bad." And The Thin Man?? Not telling this unexpected twist. So, GO SEE THIS MOVIE!! Go HERE to play ANGEL X or to see the animated prequel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-105676233536987814?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/105676233536987814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/105676233536987814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105676233536987814' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95895582</id><published>2003-06-21T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T12:51:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone...Just A Note To let Everyone Know That My Blog Is Moving. I Will be in touch soon to all my favorite bloggers and links and alert you of the new addy. Due To my page not displaying from my PC, I have to do the "NEW BLOGGER" (Scowl) But since I am doing this, i am going to be adding some new features to my blog.. So please bear with me and don't forget me. I Miss You Guys. In the mean time feel free to email me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95895582?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95895582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95895582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95895582' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95875226</id><published>2003-06-20T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T23:33:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stevie Nicks Is The Featured &lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/women/singer_100/117_stevie_nicks.html"&gt;SINGER OF THE WEEK&lt;/a&gt; on AskMen.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95875226?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95875226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95875226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95875226' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95863367</id><published>2003-06-20T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T10:31:24.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I Hope That Everyone Else Can See This Entry, Because I Sure Can't. I Have Been Unable To Load / View My Own Page For a Full 24 Hours Now. Have No Idea Why. Have No Idea If This Thing Has Ever Happened To Other Blog Buddys. Any Ideas? Suggestions? Email Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95863367?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95863367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95863367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95863367' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95789619</id><published>2003-06-18T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T09:33:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School Has Let Out For My Nephew And I Am Watching Him All This Week. This Kid Is Hilarious. He Is Getting So Grown These Days. He Had Me Laughing Hysterically A Bit Ago With This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Was In The Kitchen Washing Our Breakfast Dishes &amp;  Singing "Walking On Sunshine." When My Nephew Walked Behind Me  Started Imitating My Singing The Song. I Turned And Said "Oh...So You Know This Song,Eh, Well Sing It Again." So He Started Singing It Again, This Time I Noticed The Little "Quivering Sound" He Placed In His Voice While Singing. I Asked Him "A.J. Why Are You Singing It That Way...With That Little Quiver In Your Voice?" His Reply; "Cause That's How You Sing, You And That Lady That Sings That Song, Alex The Seal." The Song Is called "Our Lips Are Sealed, Sweetheart, And Her Name Is Belinda Carlisle.......I Seriously Do Not Think This Is A Compliment. LOL. Simply Hysterical. Kids Can Be Brutally Honest Ya Know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95789619?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95789619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95789619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95789619' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95785686</id><published>2003-06-18T06:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T09:22:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lilmija.blogspot.com"&gt;LEAH'S&lt;/a&gt; Country Is Making Headlines With &lt;a href="http://breakingnews.nypost.com/dynamic/stories/C/CANADA_SAME_SEX_MARRIAGE?SITE=NYNYP&amp;SECTION=HOME&amp;TEMPLATE=DEFAULT"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; Breaking News.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95785686?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95785686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95785686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95785686' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95765328</id><published>2003-06-17T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T16:43:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> " I'M WALKING ON SUNSHINE.....WOHH-OHH........AND IT'S TIME TO FEEL GOOD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo From SEETHING Blog Fame Inspired Todays Post, I Must Say. The Comment She Posted From My Last Entry, Really Hit Home For Me. When She Stated That The Odds Were Stacked Against Me For Finding Love And Being Happy With And IN My Life. She Hit The Nail On The Head. Yes Sir, In One Solid SWOOSH She  Reminded Me That I Am, In Fact, VERY Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest Influence On My Life Was My Grandmother. She Reminded Me EVERYDAY That I Was Loved, Wanted And Special. She Called Me Her "Doodlebug." Now Today, I Have Mark And I Thank God For Him Each And Everyday. Though We Are Both From "Different Sides Of The Tracks" So To Speak, He Keeps Me Grounded. He Encourages Me To Make My Own Decisions. If He Doesn't Agree With Them, He Tells Me So. But, He Allows Me To Do Them. And The Whole Time He Is There By My Side. If I Fail?  Well Who's To Blame? That's Right. Me. I Need That In My Life. I Need The Freedom To Make My Own Decisons Regarding ME, Even Though In A Relationship, I Am Still An Individual. All Of Us Still Need The Chance To Grow As Individuals First, THEN We Are All The  More Confident And Rational When Decisions Are Needed To Be Made In Regards To The US Aspect Of A Relationship. We Can Be Confident In Our Decisions And Suggestions When Something Should Arise In OUR Relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mark, I Know That I Have Found My Soul Mate. On Our First Date, I Actually Had To Pause A Moment And Say To Myself: "My God, I Am Actually Witnessing A Living, Breathing Specimen Thought By Many To Be Extinct: An Intelligent, Attractive, Mentally Stable, Unattached MAN." I Had Not Been Clean From Drugs For All That Long When I Met Mark. But, I Had Started To See The World And My LIfe Through An Unfogged Haze. Relationships NEVER Worked Out For Me In The Past. As A Matter Of Fact, I Was DATING Another Guy When I Accepted Marks Invitation To Dinner. But I  Had Realized During This Period Of Time, That I Was Not In Love With The Guy I Was Dating. We Both Had Different Goals And Aspirations. The Most Important Thing I Had Just Learned Was That To Find Love Is To Become So Much Yourself That You Find Others Of Your Own Kind, Those With Whom You Can Share Freedom. That I Needed To Stop Pretending: Pretending That I Was Busier Than I Actually Was, EX: Can't Make That Dinner Because I Have To Work, Pretending That I Was Less Asertive Than I Wanted To Be And Pretending That I Was Indifferent To Things That Mattered To Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emotional Emptiness I Had Jumping From One Relationship To Another Was Actually A Longing For MYSELF. I Found That By Exploring The Territory In Which I Thrive, Which For Me Was My Nursing, I Steered Myself Towards People Whose Personalities Matched Mine. Looking For Love Before Developing A Strong Sense Of Myself, Was My Main Disaster. I Had To Know Myself, Value Myself And Engage Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Frankly, I Still Have Alot To Learn. But Finally, I Am Enjoying Life. So, I Am Excited  To Greet Life And It's Little Twists And Turns. And I Will Do So With A Smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95765328?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95765328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95765328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95765328' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95730858</id><published>2003-06-16T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T19:09:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;MADE ME LEARN A LITTLE BIT FASTER, MADE MY SKIN A LITTLE BIT THICKER, MAKES ME THAT MUCH WISER, SO, THANKS FOR MAKING ME A FIGHTER......* Christina Aguilera: Fighter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers Day Has Come And Gone. Thank God. I Have A Very Hard Time Dealing With This Holiday. For Me, It's Difficult To Celebrate A Day For Someone That Left Such Huge Open Wound On My Life. A Physical And Mental Abuser To My Mother And I, It's Hard To Forgive..........But I Am Trying. Things Between My Father And I Are Presently Better Today Than They Were, Say, Three Years Ago. Behind Every Face. Lies A Story. My Story Or Life, Is No Different Than Many....But It's Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father And Mother Married Young. Mom Was Fifteen, Dad Nineteen. In The First Year Of Marriage My Mother Became Pregnant. Not With Me. I Came Into The Picture Two Years Later. This First Child Never Was Fully Conceived. In A Drunken Rage Six Months Into The Pregnancy My Father Arrived Home And Beat My Mother. She Lost This Child. She Was Crushed. She Thought That By Giving Him A Child, He Would Settle Down. Was She Ever Wrong. She Gave To Him Three Children And He Still Remained The Same. Up Until I Was About Sixteen. He Stopped Drinking Around That Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Was Six Months Old, My Mothers Mother Took Me From My Parents. My Fathers Abuse Was In Full Swing. My Grandmother Told My Mother, That She Could Stay If She Wanted To, But I Had No Voice In This Situation And She Was Taking Me To Live With Her And My Grandfather. Growing Up They Were The Best Days Of My Life. Living With Them Are The Positive Memories Of My Childhood And The Times That I Miss So Much. My Grandmother Passed Away When I Was Twelve Years Old, I Had To Return Home. My Grandfather Could Not Support Me. I Would Always Be Allowed To Go To My Parents Home To Visit For Weekends Growing Up. As Much As I Hated Seeing My Father, I Would Go Because I Wanted To Spend Time With My Mother And Two Sisters. My Father Was Always Very Loving To My Sisters. He Resented Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While There Visiting, I Would Attempt To Spend Time With Him. While He Was Working On Cars Or Out In The Yard. When I Emerged, He Would Instruct Me To "Go Back Inside And Stay Around Your Mother." So, With My Pride Tucked Under My Arm, I Would Go Back Inside. Even When We Would Go Over To His Mothers House For The Sunday Dinners, He Would Stare At Me While Sitting With My Pop Pop And Uncles And His Looks Haunt Me. I Think He Was Embarrassed By Me. He Always Tried To Toughen Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Time In Particular That I Remember Is When He Called Me Outside One Night. He Came Into The House After Hunting. This Particular Time, He Had Checked Traps That He Had Set And Motioned Me Towards A Big Trap Box He Had Brought Back And Had Upside Down In The Yard. Once In Front Of The Trap Box, He Instructed Me To Look Inside. When He Pointed His Flashlight Inside The Box, I Saw A Little Black Puppy. I Looked Up At My Father And Said "Dad...It;s A Puppy, Can We Keep It?" He Instructed Me To "Stand Back For A Minute." As I Stood Back He Told Me To "Watch Him." I Watched As He Pointed The Barrell Of His Shot Gun Into The Box And Pulled The Trigger. The Box Exploded  And I Started To Scream. He Looked At Me And Said "Now....Go BACK Inside With Your Mother!" I Ran All The Way Inside, Never Looking Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Most Of My Life, I Feel I Have Still Been That Little Boy Running....Only Now, My Dad Has Taken The Chance And The Time To Meet Me Halfway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95730858?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95730858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95730858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95730858' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95683006</id><published>2003-06-15T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T08:34:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BRAVO TV Has Their Own Reality Television Show In The Works. Much Like ABC's THE BACHELOR, Only With A Twist. Its A Gay Bachelor. The Show Is Called BOY MEETS BOY. The Catch.???? Well, Unknowingly To The Bachelor, Not ALL Of These Guys Are Gay. Some Are Actors, Pretending To BE Gay. If The Bachelor Chooses One Of The Heterosexual's, He The Bachelor LOSES AND The Guy Who Fooled Him Wins The Cash. If The Gay Bachelor Chooses A Fellow Homo, HE Wins. Can Anyone Say JENNY JONES????? Give Me The Anna Nicole Show Anyday. Atleast, She Is Fun.&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/sections/entertainment/JustSayin/oringer.html"&gt;THE GAY BACHELOR REALITY TELEVISION SHOW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95683006?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95683006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95683006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95683006' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95682231</id><published>2003-06-15T07:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T08:51:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> For Her Next Video "HOLLYWOOD" Madonna Dresses in 1930's Vintage Clothing, Mimicking Legendary Screen Actress, Jean Harlow. Draped In Millions Worth of Jewels Once Owned By The Beautiful 1930's Siren Herself. &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,4-2003271876,00.html"&gt;MADONNA PAYS HOMAGE TO JEAN HARLOW IN NEW VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95682231?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95682231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95682231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95682231' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95653156</id><published>2003-06-14T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T16:45:18.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1:05 A.M. And As Usual, Still Awake. Mark Has Been Asleep For About Two Hours Now. He Has To Get Up Early In The Morning. My Father, Nephew And Mark Are Going To Deleware To Watch The Races. Something I Don't Care To Do, Personally, But They Enjoy It. I Am So Happy That Mark And My Family Get Along So Well. Not So Much My Father And Him. More So, My Mother, Sisters, Newphew And Niece. Mark Is Really Good With The Kids...A Natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just A Bit Ago, I Was Watching CMT. They Were Showing An Encore Presentation Of MOST WANTED LIVE. This Particular Episode Was A Showcase On Country Music Legend Dolly Parton. I Have Always Loved Dolly. Even As A Child. Now, I Don't Want To Hear A Lot Of Shit About This Ya' All. LOL.  I Was Born Here In The Country. The South. So It Was Never Uncommmon To Hear Country Music Playing Either On The Radio At My GrandMothers House. Or My Dad's Family Playing It On Their Own During Our Sunday Family Gatherings, As I Have Said Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But As I Was Saying, Dolly Parton Has Always Been One Of My Personal Favorites. Her Amazing Voice, Her Gentle Spirit. For Me, She Represents A Sense Of Honesty. A "Just Be Yourself And Have Fun" Attitude. She Is One Of The Most Amazing Story Tellers Of My Time. From COAT OF MANY COLORS, ME AND LITTLE ANDY, To Her Most Known Self Pinned Hit I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. Whitney Houston Did An Amazing Take On This Song, And I Like Her Version Very Much. But, For Me, There Is Nothing Better Than Hearing Dolly's Quivering Soprano Voice Heart Ache It's Way Through This Song  The Way It Was Origionally Meant To Be Performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Forgot Until Tonight, Just How Much Dolly Parton Has Inspired And Still Today Even..... Inspires Me To Write. So, After The Special Ended, I Picked Up A Pen And Wrote This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I Watched--------------As You Drifted Off To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Breath Takingly Handsome..........Entering Into Your Dreams&lt;br /&gt;I Watched Your Eyes--------I Touched Your Face&lt;br /&gt;And Whispered " I'll Meet You There."&lt;br /&gt;I'll Meet You In That Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And To This Day I Wonder&lt;br /&gt;How I Ever Managed To Survive&lt;br /&gt;All That Time Before&lt;br /&gt;Before You Walked Into My Life&lt;br /&gt;And Now I Lay Beside You&lt;br /&gt;In The Stillness Of Tonight&lt;br /&gt;And Here I Want To Stay&lt;br /&gt;For The Rest Of&lt;br /&gt;For The Rest Of My Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming Angel-------My Dreaming Angel&lt;br /&gt;My Guiding Light On A Stormy Night&lt;br /&gt;Through Rain.......You Are My Shelter&lt;br /&gt;Dream Us Now Into A Dream&lt;br /&gt;Where All Remains The Same&lt;br /&gt;All Fears Erased By Your Embrace.......My Dreaming..........My Dreaming Angel......../.....2003: Ronnie Spady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95653156?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95653156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95653156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95653156' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95638694</id><published>2003-06-13T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T15:39:03.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How Is This for BIZARRE?&lt;br /&gt;A Shoplifter Is Spotted. Security Follows Him To The Bathroom To Confront Him. They Open The Door, Only To Be Attacked By 100 BEES That The Shoplifter Released As A Diversion......It Worked. He Escaped. &lt;a href="http://breakingnews.nypost.com/dynamic/stories/S/SHOPLIFTER_BEES?SITE=NYNYP&amp;SECTION=HOME&amp;TEMPLATE=DEFAULT"&gt;K-MART SHOPLIFTER RELEASES BEES AS DIVERSION&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95638694?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95638694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95638694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95638694' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95617904</id><published>2003-06-13T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T15:41:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She Was Real Size. Part Of The  90's Superstar Trio, Wilson Phillips. She Is An Author. For Some......A Role Model. Now , She Is Posing Nude In The August Issue Of PlayBoy. Ladies And Gentleman............It's Carnie Wilson. &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/sections/2020/Entertainment/Wilson030530_Carnie.html"&gt;CARNIE WILSON NUDE IN THE AUGUST ISSUE OF PLAYBOY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now There Is Just Cause For The Person Who Came To My Blog A Few Weeks Ago While Doing A "Carnie Wislon Nude" Search.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95617904?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95617904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95617904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95617904' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95599223</id><published>2003-06-12T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T15:32:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Decision Has Been Made. I Have Been Pondering This Choice For Weeks Now. Mark Left This Decision Up To Me. So..... The Song I Have Chosen For  Mark And I To Dance To After Our Committment Exchange Will Be..........Drum Roll Please.........NO PLACE THAT FAR: By Sara Evans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PLACE THAT FAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Imagine Any Greater Fear&lt;br /&gt;Than Waking Up....... Without You Here&lt;br /&gt;And Though The Sun, Would Still Shine On&lt;br /&gt;My Whole World......Would All Be Gone&lt;br /&gt;But Not For Long........&lt;br /&gt;Cause If I Had To Run&lt;br /&gt;If I Had To Crawl&lt;br /&gt;If I Had To Swim A Hundred Rivers&lt;br /&gt;Just To Climb A Thousand Walls&lt;br /&gt;Always Know That I Would Find A Way----- To Get To Where You Are&lt;br /&gt;Cause There's No Place That Far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Wouldn't Matter..... Why We're Apart&lt;br /&gt;Lonely Miles........Or Two Stubborn Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Short....... Of GOD Above&lt;br /&gt;Could Turn Me Away............From Your Love&lt;br /&gt;I Need You That Much&lt;br /&gt;If I Had To Run&lt;br /&gt;If I Had To Crawl&lt;br /&gt;If I Had To Swim A Hundred Rivers&lt;br /&gt;Just To Climb A Thousand Walls&lt;br /&gt;Always Know That I Would Find A Way To Get To Where You Are&lt;br /&gt;Cause, Baby, There's No Place.....That Far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95599223?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95599223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95599223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95599223' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95580767</id><published>2003-06-12T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T03:12:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2:30 A.M. And I Have Just Arrived Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Mark's Practice Holds "No Appointment Needed, First Come, First Serve" After Hours Physician Visits. They Do This Every Wed Night. Him And His Two Partners Take Turns Every Week Doing This. Tonight Was Mark's Night. So, I Thought That My Evening Was Going To Consist Of Calling My Sister In Mississipi,Taking A Nice Hot Bath And Relaxing In Bed With A New Book I Recently Purchased.&lt;br /&gt;My Friend Debbie Called And Asked If I Would Join Her Down At The PELICAN PUB. Which Is A Very Nice, On The Beach, Live Band Playing Bar And Grill. She Has Been Going Through A Very Rough Time As Of Late  And Has Come To Be One Of My Very Best Friends. I First Met Debbie When I Was Working At The Nursing Home, Where I Eventually Met Mark. Actually. I Owe My Happiness To Debbie. She Is  The One  Who Kept Telling Me That I Should Go Out With Mark.&lt;br /&gt; So, I Left A Note For Mark, Telling Him Where I Was And I Met Her There Tonight. I Am So Happy That I Did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Turned Into One Of Those Evenings Where You And A Friend Talk And Share Your Thoughts And As The Night Progresse's, You Find Yourselves Even Closer Friends Than You Were Before. We Grabbed Some Lounge Chairs, Took Our Drinks And Sat On The Beach. The Hours Flew By. The Band Had Packed Up. The Bar Closed. The Workers Left To Go Home.......And There We Still Sat. Watching The Waves Of The Chesepeake Bay Meet The Shore, Laughing......Bonding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At One Point In The Evening, Debbie Looked At Me And Said "You're My Best Friend. With All The Shit I Am Going Through, You Actually Listen To My Venting, You Accept It And In The End You Don't Judge Me."&lt;br /&gt;I Asked Her "When You Initially Met Me My First Day At The Nursing Home, Did You Ever Think We Would Become Such Good Friends Or Did You Think To Yourself, God, Not Another Trainee?" Her Reply "No...I Knew We Were Going To Be Good Friends, I Thought To Myself, He Has A Kindred Spirit, And No Matter What, I Love You." I Love You To Debbie-------- I Needed That.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Is In Bed Sound Asleep.....Facing Me With His Arm Stretched Outwards On Top Of My PIllow. That's Where I Am Headed  Now. Next To Him........Home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95580767?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95580767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95580767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95580767' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95565198</id><published>2003-06-11T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T17:52:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SOOOO Live For Controversy. Ironically, I Am Rather Good At it...... I Have Always Been The Type Who Enjoys Pushing Peoples "Buttons". To See How Far I Can Go Before They Say...."OK....THAT'S ENOUGH." Or When They Don't Like or Understand Something, I Push It Into Their Face Until i Am Heard.....But This Whole Fleetwood Mac Fan Club Thing Still Baffles Me.....WHY Would Anyone Do Such A Thing? Especially, When You Are Representing A Group As A Whole. Not Just The Bands Name, But Each Band Member As Well. Not To Mention, People Who's Music And Life Supposedly Means SO Much To You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know That There Are Always Two Sides To Every Story. One Should HEAR Both Before Making A Decision....But This Guy's Response To The Email Is That "Someone In The Office Tampered With The Email Before It Was Sent Out."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95565198?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95565198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95565198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95565198' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95563397</id><published>2003-06-11T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T17:08:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE OFFICIAL FLEETWOOD MAC FAN CLUB..........A SCAM??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *NOTE* THE ONLY DIRECT CONNECTION STEVIE NICKS HAS TO A FAN CLUB, OF ANY SORTS, IS TO THAT OF HER OFFICIAL SITE, NICKSFIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, Personally, I Did Not Join The Official Fleetwood Mac Fan Club. This Email, From The Fan Clubs President,  Was Accidently Sent To The Wrong Person. It Proves ONE Thing. That This President Cares Only About The Chance To "Cash In"......Not The Fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received: from [205.214.72.184] (helo=highlight.sohoservers.net)&lt;br /&gt;by uranium.btinternet.com with esmtp (Exim 3.22 #23)&lt;br /&gt;id 199DZA-000512-00&lt;br /&gt;for fmconvention2003@btopenworld.com; Sat, 26 Apr 2003 01:29:20 +0100&lt;br /&gt;Received: from mta4.rcsntx.swbell.net ([151.164.30.28])&lt;br /&gt;by highlight.sohoservers.net with esmtp (Exim 3.36 #1)&lt;br /&gt;id 199DZ2-00066l-00&lt;br /&gt;for louisejbeard@fleetwoodmac.co.uk; Sat, 26 Apr 2003 00:29:12 +0000&lt;br /&gt;Received: from VAIO18P4 (adsl-63-194-25-245.dsl.lsan03.pacbell.net [63.194.25.245])&lt;br /&gt;by mta4.rcsntx.swbell.net (8.12.9/8.12.3) with ESMTP id h3Q0SvPj019043&lt;br /&gt;for ; Fri, 25 Apr 2003 19:29:17 -0500 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;From: "Jonathan Todd - Fleetwood Mac" &lt;br /&gt;To: "'Louise J Beard'" &lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Fleetwood Mac convention&lt;br /&gt;Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 17:28:54 -0700&lt;br /&gt;Message-ID: &lt;00c701c30b8a$db78df30$6701a8c0@VAIO18P4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIME-Version: 1.0&lt;br /&gt;Content-Type: multipart/alternative;&lt;br /&gt;boundary="----=_NextPart_000_00C8_01C30B50.2F1A0730"&lt;br /&gt;X-Priority: 3 (Normal)&lt;br /&gt;X-MSMail-Priority: Normal&lt;br /&gt;X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook, Build 10.0.3416&lt;br /&gt;Importance: Normal&lt;br /&gt;X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165&lt;br /&gt;In-Reply-To: &lt;001c01c30b7d$4aab1750$c15ffea9@louisehome&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-AntiAbuse: This header was added to track abuse, please include it with any abuse report&lt;br /&gt;X-AntiAbuse: Primary Hostname - highlight.sohoservers.net&lt;br /&gt;X-AntiAbuse: Original Domain - fleetwoodmac.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;X-AntiAbuse: Originator/Caller UID/GID - [0 0] / [0 0]&lt;br /&gt;X-AntiAbuse: Sender Address Domain - fleetwoodmac.com&lt;br /&gt;Status: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Blain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people involved with this have been so bad on Mick’s board we’ve banned them. I’m worried about promoting events we have no control over. Once we set this precedence we’ll have to offer equal “air time” to every requesting party. Finally, they can’t spell your name and therefore should get NO consideration whatsoever! Please advise if you want this posted. My vote is no. If you want to support them, let’s put them in the CART and get a portion of their ticket sales! Someone still needs to verify this is representative and legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Note: Note The "Lets Cash In On The Ticket Sales." Also, "They Can't Spell Your Name And Therefore Should Get No Consideration Whatsoever!"&lt;br /&gt;SHAME ON YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, If You Did Join This Fan Club And You Want Some Answers, Sign The &lt;a href="http://www.ipetitions.com/campaigns/FireJT"&gt;PETITION&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95563397?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95563397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95563397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95563397' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95515064</id><published>2003-06-10T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T19:28:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With Summer Coming, Romance Is Never Far Behind. From Running Into The Cute Guy At The Mall, To The Gorgeous Greek Guy On The Beach. It's Inevitable. For Myself, There Is No More Of That Contemplating "What To Wear If We Go Out", "Does This Make Me Look Fat", But I Certainly Remember Those Days. I Can Honestly Say, That Each Of The Guys I Had Dated Before Settling Down Obtained A Different Personality. So, To All You Single Ladies &amp; Men Out There, I Am Going to Share With You The Various Personalities AND THE TEN SIGNS TO RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Mr. No Show Joe: This Is The Guy That We Always Hope That We Do Not Fall In Love Or Lust With. His Phone Calls Promise You A Wonderful Evening Of Dinner And Dancing. Only For You To Arrive At The Resturant Looking Sharp As A Tack And He Is No Where in Sight. Do Yourself A Favor, If This Happens, Don't Wait Around, Call Your Girlfriends, Tell Them What Happened, Have Them Meet You Out Somewhere And Have Fun Anyway. Most Would Say That Calling Your Friends And Telling Them You Have Been Stood Up Is Way To Embarrassing. I Disagree. Hang Out With Those People That You Know LOVE Spending Time With You. Fuck That Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Mr. Jealousy: Observe His Actions Very Closely. Does He Get Upset If Someone Is Flirting With You? Does He Point Out That He &lt;br /&gt;      Thinks Your  Male Gay Friend Has The Hot's For You? This Scenario Is Always Too Funny. I Have Been There. I Have Been &lt;br /&gt;      That  Gay Friend Accussed. My Friend Did Not Stick Around, This, And A Few Other Things Added Into The Mix, Had Her To  D-I-V-O-R-C-E Him. If You See This Type Of Personality Emerge, Grab Your Shit And Head To The Nearest Exit.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: The Bully: The One Who Tells You What You Are Going To Wear,  How To Wear Your Hair, What Time To Be Ready, And Likes To Grab Your Arm To Get Your Attention. The FIRST Sign Of This Personality You Need To Flash Him Your Membership Card To The N.R.A., Stay Where You Are, And Point HIM To The Nearest Exit.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: The Two Timer: He Calls To Tell You He Is Too Sick To Attend Your Birthday Party. You Get Nothing For Christmas, Not Even A Card. If He Has The Extra  Paper To Print His Porn Out On, He Can MAKE A Fuckin' Card. Some Of Your Friends Say To You That They Saw Your Romeo Out With Another Girl Or Guy,  And Asks You If His "Sister Or Brother Is In Town." Highly Doubtful. Drop This Loser. If Your Intuition Is Screaming To You That Something Is Not Right. Most Of The Time...It Isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5.Date Today, Moving In Tomorrow: While Out On Your Second Date, He Tells You That You Are "The One", And Begins Talking About&lt;br /&gt;     Moving In. He Is "Needy". Are You Ready For That?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: The Betrayed: He Has Been Dumped By Dozens Of Other Women / Men. He Makes This Very Clear. Actually, It's All He Talks About.&lt;br /&gt;      For The Most Part, These Men Are Angry Beyond All Reason, Even Though They Try Their Hradest To Disguise it. If You Decide &lt;br /&gt;      To Date One Of These Guys, Plan On Giving Up All Your Girlfriends Or You Will Be Accussed Of Being A Lesbian, Too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: The Narcissist: God Do I Know This One., This Was The Last Personality To Emerge My Way Before Mark. He Hates Your Cat. He&lt;br /&gt;      Refuses To Go To The Movies If You Choose  To Bring Your Nephew, He Doesn't Want To Meet Your Sister, He&lt;br /&gt;      Whines Every Time You Make Plans With Your Friends. Put It This Way: A Man Who Is Threatened By The Love You Have For Your&lt;br /&gt;      Pet,Friends And Family  Is Going To Be Threatened By More Things Than You Can Name. Who Needs This Conflict? You Will Be&lt;br /&gt;      Tired Before You Even Get Up In The Morning,&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8: Mr. Resentment: Usually Associated With # 7, (Trust Me , I Know). Pay Close Attention To How He Handles Your Accomplishments. When He Uses&lt;br /&gt;     Expression's Like "Your Little Project" Or "Are You Upset Because As Your Boyfriend, I Haven't Named You  The BLOG OF THE WEEK On My Blog Site?" Dump This Prick. A.S.A.P. There Are Many Other Men Who Aren't Threatened By Your Accomplishments And Actually ENJOY Basking In The Glow TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9:The Virtual Lover: It's Always Nice When A Guy Doesn't Try To Force You Into Bed On The First Date. How Refreshing It Is To Hear On&lt;br /&gt;     The 4th Date That He Wants To Wait Until You Both Can't Stand It Anymore. How Awful You Feel When On The 8th Date He Tells You&lt;br /&gt;     How Devastated His Last Realtionship Was And Wants Things To Be So Perfect For The Two Of You. How Confused You Are At Six Months When His Pager Goes Off After Everytime You Get Naked, BUT He Is Still Sending You Flowers, Cute E-Greetings And Candy. A Surprising Number Of Casonova's Out There Get Around Having Sex. This Can Be The Wosrt Combination. Eventually, He Will Blame His Problems On The Smell Of Your Breath Or The Size of Your Thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10: His Childhood Was The Best, This Side Of Donna Reed: Everything In His Childhood Was Soooo Perfect. His Parents Never Divorced, He Had That "Little White House With The Picket Fence", Everyone LOOVVEEDD Each Other. Listen Closely To His Story, Do You Hear Sincereity Or The Voice of Someone Trying To Convince Themselves? When The Truth Is Exposed, Or Slips, It Will All Come Crashing To The Ground. Right Along With Your Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then We Have THE GOOD GUY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Want A Man That Will Make You Laugh When You Are Down. A Man Who Laugh's  With You When You Are Happy. A Man, Who Will Talk To Your Father Or Mother On The Phone When You Don't Feel Up To It. A Man Who Will Share His Ideas, His Hopes, His Dreams, His Fears And His Heart. A Man That Will Continue To Surprise You, For A Month, A Year, A Lifetime. Who Rubs Your Feet After A Long Days Work, Who Will Help Wash The Dishes When Dinner Is Over. You Want A Man Who Loves Many Things: His Work, You, His Family, A Sports Team. The One Who Knows That Love Is Not A Pie, That Sex Is Not A Sport, That Your LOVE And Your TIME  Is A Gift, As Is His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95515064?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95515064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95515064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95515064' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95490962</id><published>2003-06-10T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T00:19:05.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Television Star Trevor Goddard, From The CBS Televison Show *JAG*, Was Found Dead In His North Hollywood Home From An Apparent Possible Suicide Drug overdose. &lt;a href=http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/030610/161/4chv2.html"&gt;DEATH OF A TELEVISION STAR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95490962?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95490962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95490962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95490962' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95486587</id><published>2003-06-09T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T00:08:45.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, My New Template Is Finally Finished. I Chose The Template Entitled "Fat Puppy." For Reasons Known To Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I Decided To Change The Template Because AFter Many Republishing Attempts, My Archives Would NOT Appear. Now, They Do. Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95486587?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95486587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95486587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95486587' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95471827</id><published>2003-06-09T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T13:20:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Madonna And Missy Elliott....Together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Of Controversy, Madonna, And Famed Native Virginia  Rapper, Missy Elliott, Are The New Models For GAP Wear. &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,4-2003261295,00.html"&gt;MADONNA &amp; MISSY&lt;/a&gt;. I Am Sure This Pair Of "M &amp; M's" Will Melt In Your Mouth....And Not In Your Hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95471827?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95471827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95471827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95471827' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95471384</id><published>2003-06-09T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T19:57:27.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK...I Have Heard Of Chicken Pox And Small Pox. But I Have Never Heard Of Monkey Pox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Monkey Pox Virus, Known To Be Found In Prairie Dogs, Usually Transmitted  By  Large Gambian Rats, And In One Case A Rabbit, Wisconsin And Indiana As Well As Other Sates Have Found Known Cases In Humans. All Of Whom Had Come Into Close Contact With Prairie Dogs &lt;a href="http://breakingnews.nypost.com/dynamic/stories/M/MONKEYPOX?SITE=NYNYP&amp;SECTION=HOME&amp;TEMPLATE=DEFAULT"&gt;MONKEY POX OUTBREAK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95471384?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95471384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95471384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95471384' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95436179</id><published>2003-06-08T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T17:38:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Sexy Hunk Of A Country Music Singer, Chris Cagle, Is Coming To Virginia Beach On November 11 At The Beach House. I Am Soo There.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Said It's Fine To Go, Just No Front Row Seats For This Particular Concert. He Doesn't Have Bail Money If I Decide To Ambush The Stage For This Cutie. &lt;a href="http://www.mostbeautifulman.com/imagesAugust2001/ChrisCagle.jpg"&gt;TOP 100 BEAUTIFULMEN PICTURES / CHRIS CAGLE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95436179?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95436179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95436179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95436179' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95431911</id><published>2003-06-08T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T17:24:18.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BETRAYAL BY A CHUNKY BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson To Be Learned Here: Do Not Attempt To Make Someone Else Feel Horrible Because Of Your Own Insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Having Dinner With A Good Friend Of Mine In APPLEBEE'S, I Got Into An Altercation With A Chunky Evil Bitch. The Whole Scene Didn't Last Long. I Think I Ambushed Her And Her Friends By A Surprise Attack. Mark And Linda Were Rather Embarrassed By The Whole Ordeal. Not My Fat Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mark, Linda and I were Heading To Our Table, I Overheard A "Chubby" Girl Make A Derogatory Remark About My Real Size Friend, Linda. As Linda Walked By This Person's Table She Decided To Say To Her Friends "God.....And I Though I Was Fat !! " I Am Not Sure If  Linda Heard This Remark or Not, She Claims She Didn't. But, I Possibly Can Not See How She Could Not Have. This "Chubby Offender" Was Not Quiet In Her Remark. Well, I Heard It. So, This Proved To Be This Bitch's Unlucky Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Stopped Dead In My Tracks. I Thought For A Moment, ("Did I Hear This Bitch Right, Nahh.... I Possibly Couldn't Have........Yeah, I Think I Did....Oh Damn, Somebody Hold My Shit, Cause It's On Up In This Mo Fo Now".) I Turned Around And Walked Up To Her Table. Garnered Their Attention By Standing There, Staring Eye To Eye To This Bitch. Where I Proceeded To Say To Her Matter Of Factly, "Bitch, You ARE Fat, Just Because She Is Fat Dos Not Make YOU Any LESS Fat." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark And Linda Had Walked Back To See What I Was Doing. Standing Behind Me, I Then Looked At Chubbette And Friends And Added " If You Think You Have The Balls Enough To Carry This Conversation Outside With Me, We Can Do It. See, I Got A Record, A Police Record AND A Psych Record, So I Could Care Less. If You Don't Want To Continue This Shit, I Expect You To Sit Here To Your Table And Not Even THINK About Turning Your Ugly Ass's Anywhere Near The Direction Of Ours. Cause I Can Do This Thing, I Don't Give A Fuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They All Sat There Looking Rather Stupid In The Mouth, Didn't Reply At All. So, I Made My Way To Our Table, With Everyone's Eye's In The Resturant Following Me, I Guess To See If I Was Going To Turn Completely Psycho. LOL. But We Had An Enjoyable Dinner, Mark Looked At Linda And Said "You Can Take The Boy Out Of The Country, But You Can't Take The Country Out Of The Boy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95431911?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95431911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95431911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95431911' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95410586</id><published>2003-06-07T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T14:32:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another U.S. American Soldier Has Been Killed In Iraq. Hasn't This Gone On Long Enough? Bring Them Home. &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/world/iraq/2003-06-07-iraq-attack_x.htm"&gt;U.S. SOLDIER KILLED IN IRAQ&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note To Mr. President: I Think It's Really Noble Of You To Tell All Of Us Americans, That We Will Win This Fight. Also, To Not Worry, As The President, That's Your Job. Well, Personally, I Have A Problem With That. You See Mr. President....... You Don't Have To Do The Dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95410586?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95410586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95410586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95410586' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95410305</id><published>2003-06-07T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T14:12:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Episcopalian's Of New Hampshire Have Done A First. Electing An Openly Gay Episcopalian Bishop. &lt;a href="http://breakingnews.nypost.com/dynamic/stories/G/GAY_BISHOP?SITE=NYNYP&amp;SECTION=HOME"&gt;GAY EPISCOPALIAN BISHOP ELECTED&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95410305?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95410305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95410305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95410305' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95365156</id><published>2003-06-06T06:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T16:05:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Guys, Its 6:30 in the morning. My good friend, Debbie and I are headed up to Rehobeth Beach, Deleware for a beautiful day of Outlet Shopping, Lunch, and hanging out on the boardwalk. See you guys Tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95365156?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95365156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95365156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95365156' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95355611</id><published>2003-06-05T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T23:57:02.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Re' over at &lt;a href="http://paintedpages.blogspot.com"&gt; PAINTED PAGES&lt;/a&gt; has just added a "Shout Out" section to her blog. Mosey on over and say "Hi".&lt;br /&gt;Ok...i seriously have to go now, Mark is threatening to sell the computer and/or cut the phone line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95355611?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95355611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95355611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95355611' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95346251</id><published>2003-06-05T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T18:58:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fleetwood Mac's SAY YOU WILL Tour Currently Ranks At An Impressive # 4 with their Worcester, Mass, show, other shows rank #6, #7, #8 and # 9 On The List Of Top Concert Gross's. &lt;a href="http://www.billboard.com/bb/charts/boxscore.jsp"&gt;SAY YOU WILL TOUR RANKED AT # 4 ON LIST OF TOP CONCERT GROSS'S&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95346251?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95346251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95346251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95346251' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95331934</id><published>2003-06-05T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T17:33:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, while minding my own business, here on the internet. I had a very peculiar / freaky instant message sent my way. I have no idea how the guy even found me here on line. I wasn't in any chat room of any sort; as a matter of fact; i was playing Stevie Trivia on www.nicksfix.com. I have decided to use this persons real YAHOO!  screen name. Why ? Just to prove a point. That  being, when you instant message someone, have some respect. Not all of us are cruising for sex on here, I know those, no names to protect the guilty, that spend all of their free time doing this, and that's their perogative. But, i for one, am NOT interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breezeseeker_2000: Hi&lt;br /&gt;woofdacub: Hello&lt;br /&gt;breezeseeker_2000: Sexy Pic on your profile. You're a very handsome guy.&lt;br /&gt;woofdacub: Thanks, I appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;breezeseeker_2000: Nice lips. Very lickable&lt;br /&gt;woofdacub: ummm......ok&lt;br /&gt;breezeseeker_2000: I see  that  you are gay. So am I. Do you "play" at all ?&lt;br /&gt;woofdacub: Depending on what one means by "play". I "play" guitar. &lt;br /&gt;breezeseeker_2000: hehehe. No. I see you are in a relationship. Do you play sexually outside of that&lt;br /&gt;woofdacub: No, i do not.&lt;br /&gt;breezeseeker_2000: He won't let you, or is that a personal choice?&lt;br /&gt;woofdacub: I appreciate your instant message. I am very flattered. But I am not interested, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;breezeseeker_2000: mmmmmmm, would love to have you knelt down in front of me. Sucking me off. Do you like to get fucked?&lt;br /&gt;woofdacub: Do you like being ignored?&lt;br /&gt;breezeseeker_2000: huh?&lt;br /&gt;woofdacub: * pushed ignore button* (freak)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95331934?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95331934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95331934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95331934' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95315311</id><published>2003-06-05T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T00:24:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CALLING COYOTE...YOUR "ANGELS" ARE SLEEPING, RESTING FOR TOMORROW'S MISSION....BOSLEY HERE WITH AN URGENT MESSAGE FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is your chance boss........sign the petition and impeach the pesident. &lt;a href="http://petitiontoimpeach.com"&gt;PRESIDENT IMPEACHMENT PETITION&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95315311?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95315311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95315311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95315311' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95304825</id><published>2003-06-04T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T19:14:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I mentioned in a previous post about SOLDIER'S GIRL. The Showtime Movie based upon The  incrediable journey / life of Calpernia and Barry Winchell. Barry was Brutally slain for loving another human being.&lt;br /&gt;ShowTime did an excellent job bringing this true story to television. I can not remeber the last time I found myself crying so. It truly touched me in a way that nothing ever has before. I was determined to find an email for Calpernia and contact her. I was sure that she has recieved alot of email and condolences, but i had to try. Much to my surprise, she wrote me back.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Hi Harry,&lt;br /&gt; Thank you so much for writing and saying hello. Im sure Virginia is alot like Tennessee in some ways. This experience has all been very difficult and quite surreal at times, but I'm glad that something good has been able to come after all the bad. I think a lot of people have been touched by the story, and have seen what a good man Barry Winchell was. He accepted me for me and that was an incredible gift.&lt;br /&gt; Barry's parents are fighting for justice for him, and fighting to change politcal sitations that allow a climate of discrimiation and hatred and ignorance to fester into murder and ruin of lives. The movie will help give them some political clout as well, and I'm grateful for that. Showtime was very brave to make this movie, because it's quite challenging for a lot of people to watch. &lt;br /&gt; I hope you are well, and if you're curious about further developments, here are a few links on my site dedicated to keeping anyone interested up to date:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.calpernia.com/soldiergirl has info and archived media reports&lt;br /&gt;http://www.calpernia.com/weblog.php is my online diary, if you wonder what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;http://www.calpernia.com/book has info about my life story, for anyone interested in the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for writing, and take care!&lt;br /&gt; Calpernia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95304825?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95304825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95304825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95304825' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95304225</id><published>2003-06-04T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T19:18:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have any of you ever heard a song..and instantly begin to think "Damn......I Could Have Written That?" Or "Man....I WISH I Had Written That?" That's exactly how i feel about the song "Beautiful Child" written by Stevie Nicks. The soothing piano combined with her haunting voice, just a hint of Lindsey in the background. Pefect. A beautiful story written by one of todays most brilliant storytellers. If you have never heard this song, you truly should find it and download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL CHILD&lt;br /&gt;Fleetwood Mac / Stevie Nicks&lt;br /&gt;Tusk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Child..........&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Child..........&lt;br /&gt;You Are A Beautiful Child&lt;br /&gt;And I Am A Fool Once More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Fell In Love When I Was Only Ten&lt;br /&gt;The Years Disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Much Has Gone By Since Then&lt;br /&gt;I Bite My Lip, Can You Send Me Away&lt;br /&gt;You Touch&lt;br /&gt;I Have No Choice&lt;br /&gt;I Have To Stay&lt;br /&gt;I Had To Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless Child&lt;br /&gt;There Is So Little Time&lt;br /&gt;Your Eyes Say Yes&lt;br /&gt;But You Don't Say Yes&lt;br /&gt;I Wish That You Were Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Say It Will Be Harder In The Morning&lt;br /&gt;I Wait For You To Say, Just Go&lt;br /&gt;Your Hands, Held Mine So Few Hours ( I Fell Into Love)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm Not A Child Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not A Child Anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'm Tall Enough&lt;br /&gt;To Reach For The Stars&lt;br /&gt;I'm Old Enough&lt;br /&gt;To Love You From Afar&lt;br /&gt;Too Trusting........Yes?&lt;br /&gt;But Then Women Usually Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not A Child Anymore&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm Not A Child, Oh No&lt;br /&gt;I'm Tall Enough To Reach For The Stars ( I Will Do...As I'm Told)&lt;br /&gt;Too Trusting..Yes, But Then Woman Usually Are ( I'm Old Enough To Love You From Afar)&lt;br /&gt;Even If I Never Hold You ( I Wait For You To Say, Just Go)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, No, Even If I&lt;br /&gt;Even If I Never Ever Hold You.............Again&lt;br /&gt;Cause You Are A Beautiful Child.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95304225?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95304225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95304225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95304225' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95274713</id><published>2003-06-04T03:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T04:04:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here it is.......Three A.M. and I am still up. I laid down for awhile tonight and tried to make myself go to sleep to no prevail. Mark is sound asleep. I laid there watching him breathing, in and out, inhale, exhale. So peaceful. So beautiful. I still have a  difficult time believing that Mark is in love with me. I know that he is, dont get me wrong, its just i cant believe that he actually is. At times, i just don't feel worthy of him.  I mean, he could have any guy that he wanted. He is handsome, smart, sexy and funny. Why me? I am certainly no one special. I guess I  am still haunted by that fat child i use to be. Who didnt feel worthy of having anything. The one that was never picked to play Sunday football with my cousins and was always left behind when my father and his friends would go fishing, waving from the window as i watched them leave.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I often think that my life right now is a dream. That soon, i will awaken to find this has been some sick cruel joke and i will be the ass of it. The laughs will erupt, the fingers will all point my way..... as i scurry off into another dimension.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, i start the day with a little prayer. I say, "please give to me the strength to complete another day at remaining clean and aide me with the courage to treat others as i would want to be treated." &lt;br /&gt;I call and speak to my mother everyday, who is my best friend, as well as my two sisters. I always call my nephew after school to make sure he has been good in which he always replies "Yes Unc" (well...except for last week...when i didnt have to call him, i had the honour of retrieving him from school due to him exposing himself to everyone in the class room and his mother unable to leave work early).&lt;br /&gt;I have even began a ritual of speaking to my father everyday.Mark has encouraged that. My father seems to like Mark. Liking him even more than me, his biological son. Or, so i feel i should  say (probably just paranoid).&lt;br /&gt;I am still spending every chance i can with my step brother. Mark and I took Christopher and A.J. ( my nephew) to the circus recently. I think its really important that they come to know and care for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have done some writing tonight. I have been working really hard at improving that. This past semester I  took a  some course  at the local community college. Looking back to the initial start of my blog and up to now, i see a considerable improvement in my writing. Mr. McCarter, my instructor there, who happened to also teach me High School Compostion, agreed. He told me that its amazing to see how much i have matured from that high school kid and into the adult that I am now and my writings show that. I thought, of course, I have lived and expieremented.&lt;br /&gt;I have also come to really appreciate the friendships that I have now. Not only here with me. But, also all the people i have come to know through my blog. I read their day to day lives and they venture into my mine. People who have never met each other but still have this amazing connection. It's a very rare thing. The internet is amazing huh? Maybe one day i can meet these great people. The "links" to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95274713?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95274713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95274713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95274713' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95261426</id><published>2003-06-03T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T20:54:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been listening to BLONDIE "Plastic Letters" all day as well as Stevie's "Street Angel". I forgot how delicious "Fan Mail" is from sultry &lt;a href="http://www.blondie.net"&gt;DEBBIE HARRY AND HER BOY CREW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95261426?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95261426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95261426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95261426' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95259930</id><published>2003-06-03T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T20:00:13.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do You Love Yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Love Might Start With This Simple Quiz Taken from The Camryn Manheim book "Wake Up, I'm Fat !. It's cute and fun so go ahead and try it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Are You A Kind Person?&lt;br /&gt;#2. Are You Fair?&lt;br /&gt;#3. Do You Tell Yourself The Truth?&lt;br /&gt;#4. Do You listen?&lt;br /&gt;#5. Do You Give Friends A Ride To The Airport Without Complaint?&lt;br /&gt;#6. Do You Lend Books Even When You KNow You Might Not Get Them Back?&lt;br /&gt;#7. When You Stop And Watch A Stree Performer, Do You Put A Little Something In The Hat?&lt;br /&gt;#8. Do You Pick Up An Extra Sandwich Because You Think Your Roommate Might Be Hungry?&lt;br /&gt;#9. Can You Keep A Secret?&lt;br /&gt;#10. Do You Put Money In A Strangers Meter If It's About To Expire?&lt;br /&gt;#11. Even If It Seems Impossible, Do You Fight For What You Believe In?&lt;br /&gt;#12. Do You Stay Up Late Doing The Laundry So Your Kid's Hockey Uniform Will be Clean For The Next Day's Game?&lt;br /&gt;#13. Do You Cry At Weddings Because You're Happy For Your Friend, Not Because You Are Jealous?&lt;br /&gt;#14. Do You Rewind Your Rental Movies Before Returning Them (only half credit)?&lt;br /&gt;#15. Do You Recycle?&lt;br /&gt;#16. Do You Downplay Good News So Your Friends Won't Be Jealous?&lt;br /&gt;#17. Do You Stick Up For Yourself?&lt;br /&gt;#18. Would You Refuse To Go Out With Someone Because You Know Your Best Friend Likes Him?&lt;br /&gt;#19. If A Wrong Number Leaves A Message On Your Machine, Do You Call Them Back And Let Them Know Their Message Never Reached It's Destination?&lt;br /&gt;#20. Do You Teach Your Children To Do All The Above (worth 5 points)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoring (based on number of "yes" answers)&lt;br /&gt;Zero Points; Let The Self Loathing Begin&lt;br /&gt;One-Five: Hey, Its A Start, But Don't Get Too Self-Congratulatory&lt;br /&gt;Six-Ten: Your On Your Way Baby, I Think Someone Deserves A Hug&lt;br /&gt;Eleven-Fifteen: You Are On Top Of Your Game, Kick The Self Hate To The Curb&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen-Twenty: The Elite: You Should Totally Love Yourself. In Fact, You Should Make Love To Yourself Right Now. (But If You Lied On The Quiz, Deduct Five Points For Each Lie And Hate Yourself Just A Little.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95259930?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95259930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95259930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95259930' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95243238</id><published>2003-06-03T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T12:38:07.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For You Mark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Was Half A Man Before Having Met You&lt;br /&gt;I Had Half A World............Half A Soul&lt;br /&gt;I Did Not Realize My Incompletion&lt;br /&gt;Yet Still, I Knew I Was........Alone&lt;br /&gt;A Wonderless Creature Wishing On Broken Stars&lt;br /&gt;That Hung Amiously In The Sky&lt;br /&gt;Still Attempting To Be Seen..........A Penetrated Vein........Screaming&lt;br /&gt;Still Hanging On&lt;br /&gt;A Vision Of Nowness------------You Took The Time To See&lt;br /&gt;Behind This Veil Of Complexity&lt;br /&gt;Was Not Easy To See--------------------But You Found Me&lt;br /&gt;To Be Completed...........To Feel Needed................Is Such A Wonderful Feeling&lt;br /&gt;No Longer The Burden Of Feeling Alone&lt;br /&gt;At Peace.............And Finally.............Whole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95243238?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95243238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95243238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95243238' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95242546</id><published>2003-06-03T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T20:23:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagine This: You contact your favorite entertainers web site to tell them how much their music and etc has touched your life.&lt;br /&gt;Only, to receive an email in return full of negativity and worst wishes from your idol. OR so you thought. Little did you know the web site you contacted is infact, being ran by bashers/haters of the supposed entertainer.&lt;br /&gt;This happened to Mariah Carey and one visually impaired fan. But....what the bashers of this site failed to realize is is this. Mariah Carey is not ALL Diva. She caught wind of this cruel joke and tried to make all better. Taking the time to call her blind fan and play to them a concert over the phone LIVE. Speaking not only to the fan, but also other members of their family. Once again, becoming this young fan's "HERO". &lt;a href="http://www.accesshollywood.com/music/0530_mariahcareytoday.asp"&gt;MARIAH CAREY TAKES MATTERS INTO HER OWN HANDS&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95242546?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95242546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95242546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95242546' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95194627</id><published>2003-06-02T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T11:42:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished reading an entry by Sepsi on her blog That Broken Girl. This particular entry was from Friday May 31. &lt;br /&gt;Like Sepsi, when viewing a certain blog, i found it enjoyable and as well noticed the photos placed onto this blog to be Very Skinny,fashion model type women. Which, by all means, he is certainly allowed to do. It is HIS blog and if these types of women are what he finds appealing that is his choice.&lt;br /&gt;I can, however, understand Sepsi's personal feelings as well. These types of wafer women are what most young women are reminded of everyday. That you need to look the way these women do in order to be sexually appealing to men.&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across these "Did You Know" list of truths that i hope will cheer Sepsi up and also help in reminding her that very few wafer women do actually exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 1. There Are 3 Billion Women Who DO NOT Look Like Supermodels And ONLY EIGHT WHO DO.&lt;br /&gt;#2.  Marilyn Monroe Wore a SIZE 12.&lt;br /&gt;#3.  If BARBIE Were A Real Woman, She'd Have To Walk On All Fours Due To Her Proportions.&lt;br /&gt;#4.  If Shop Mannequins Were Real Women, They'd Be To Thin To Menstruate.&lt;br /&gt;#5.  The Average American Woman Weighs 144 Pounds And Wears Between Size 12 and 14.&lt;br /&gt;#6.  One Out Of Four College-Age Women Has An Eating Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;#7.  The Models In The Magazines And Photo's Are Air-Brushed And Photographed With Cheese Cloth Over The Lens......They Are Not Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;#8.  A Psychological Study In 1995 Found That Three Minutes Of Spent Looking At Model's fashion Magazine Caused 70 Percent Of Women To&lt;br /&gt;       Feel Depressed, Guilty, And Shameful.&lt;br /&gt;#9.  Models, Who Twenty Years Ago Weighed 8 Percent Less Than The Average Woman, Today Weigh 23 Percent Less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95194627?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95194627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95194627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95194627' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95191408</id><published>2003-06-02T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T10:12:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A "Skinny Evil Bitch" Piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them most influential actor/actress that helped me get through all the drama of my battle of the bulge days was Delta Burke and her character Suzanne Sugarbaker. I have spoken many times about being a Delta Burke Fan. But, what i would like to share with you now, is a scene out take of DESIGNING WOMEN, that truly shaped my life. Repeating these two paragraphs everyday, when i felt alone,gave me the courage  to overcome what society had bestowed upon me for being real size and become the person i am today. Though the episode is directed towards women of real size, it can truly affect gay men as well.&lt;br /&gt;The majority of gay men are all about vanity and are quick to judge another gay man, based on their appearance, attire etc. This one scene speaks volumes about the shame that real-size men and women are made to feel. This episode garnished Delta an Emmy Nomination for Best Supporting Actress in a comedy series...an Emmy that she should have taken home that evening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIGNING WOMEN&lt;br /&gt;SHOW TITLE: THEY SHOOT FAT QUEENS DON'T THEY?&lt;br /&gt;SCENE: Suzanne Sugarbaker is lamenting to her sister Julia that her struggle with weight has been lifelong and that people have always been trying to make her into what she is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUZANNE: The point is, {being overweight} is different for women,especially beautiful women. Look at Elizabeth Taylor......All of a sudden, because she got fat, it was like------she no longer had the right to live in this country. And that's how I feel right now. Boy:Drugs, alcohol, cancer------whatever your problems, people are sympathetic, unless you're fat. And then you are suppose to be ashamed. Everything's set up to tell you that-----magazine covers, clothes------I mean, if your not thin, you're not neat. And that's it. And if looks are all you ever had.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Sugarbaker, played by Dixie Carter, gives a wonderful indignant rebuttal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIA: Wait a minute. What do you mean "if looks are all you've ever had"? Suzanne, first of all, don't be a dummy. Your looks will never be in the past tense. That face speaks for itself, and it's here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, even if that weren't so, who cares? In the end, it doesn't matter what everybody else thinks about you. People are going to forget you about  ten minutes after you die anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The point is, you have to be exactly who and what YOU want to be. Most everybody's coasting on phony relations. People who say being beautiful or rich or thin makes them happy, people who are trying to make their marriage or their children seem better than they are------and for what? Appearances!! Appearances don't count for diddly. When it's all said and done, all that counts is what was true, and truly felt. And how we treated one another. And that's it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95191408?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95191408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95191408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95191408' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95151613</id><published>2003-06-01T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T09:25:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I simply, could not believe my eyes when I saw this today. An Art Teacher CHOKES his Twelve Year Old Special ED Student And then proceeded to throw him onto floor, For Simply Going Back To His Desk To get a Pencil. UN-FUCKIN'-BELIEVABLE. Let Me at that sick fuck. &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/news/regionalnews/83.htm"&gt;STUDENT CHOKED BY TEACHER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95151613?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95151613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95151613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95151613' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95151134</id><published>2003-06-01T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T08:57:03.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>USING LEECHES IN MEDICINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people probably have NO IDEA that some physician's prescribe the use of LEECHES to be used in various medical treatments. Its an old practice, but it looks to be making a comeback of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time in particular, that i was taking care of this patient on a skilled care unit of the a hospitol i was working in, who happened to have a horrible Stage 3 decubitus ulcer on their sacrum. Every day, twice a day, this patient would have to endure a dressing change. We would medicate him with narcotics 1 hour before even attempting to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were using 1/4 DAKINS SOULTION, which basically is half 0.9% NA+ H20 and the remaining typical House Hold Bleach. Wetting Gauze with this solution, packing the wound,apply dry gauze over this and then cover with abd pads and tape. After a month of this we realized the wound was no longer healing&lt;br /&gt;The DAKINS did cut the nauseating odor down and did obtain small pink tissue granulation but it was evident that we had exhausted this treatment. Now, The physician taking care of this patient was very "old school". The treatment that he ordered next frightened us all. He ordered a Wet to Dry Dressing, Only to be changed QD with the application of LEECHES. 3 LEECHES were to be placed into the wound after cleansing. Then place the wet to dry and cover. The next day, the LEECHES were fat and swollen and had to be removed and disposed of and i for one wanted to vomit. I somehow knew that old Florence Nightengale did NOT have to endure this shit and i began to miss my days of being a swing manager at McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;But In the end this actually worked. Once, the wound base became a stage 2 we had to resort to another treatment. I honestly believe that this man would have never left the hospitol with a healed sacral wound had it not been for this particular treatment. It was truly amazing. &lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/column/scienceleeches.asp"&gt;LEECHES USED IN MEDICICAL TREATMENTS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ona personal note: I had No idea that LEECHES were Hermaphrodites???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95151134?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95151134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95151134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95151134' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95131119</id><published>2003-05-31T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T17:20:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOLDIER'S GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday Night, May 31,2002. If You Have Decided To Stay In For The Evening, Do Yourself A Favor. Tune Into  SHOWTIME Tonight at 9pm (est) To Watch The SOLDIER'S GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based On A True Story.  21 Year Old, Pvt. 1st Class, Barry Winchell, Was Beaten To Death By Two Of His Fellow Soldier's.&lt;br /&gt;Why? For Falling In Love With A Transexual, Calpernia Sarah Addams. Finally Able To Share Her Story,This Movie Will Prove That Ignorance Is NOT Bliss. It's Time To Turn Hate......Into Healing. &lt;a href="http://www.calpernia.com/soldiersgirl/CA00%20-%20nytimes.html"&gt;SOLDIER'S GIRL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95131119?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95131119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95131119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95131119' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95107451</id><published>2003-05-30T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T00:41:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY QUESTIONS TO SAMANTHA FOX HAVE BEEN ANSWERED BY THE FOX HERSELF AND PUBLISHED IN ENGLANDS VERY OWN "THE SUN". I AM SOO HONORED. (If anyone can get me a copy of the actual paper, i will be forever grateful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few posts ago, i told everyone how the british newspaper, THE SUN, asked fans of Samantha Fox to send email  questions as she would be stopping by to answer some of them. Well, I did just that. I cheated, I will tell you now, i sent in TWO questions, Both from different email accounts. LOL. One contained my real name which is Harry and the other my nickname given to me by my father as a child, Ronnie. I cheated ONLY because i didn't think they would take two questions from one user. AND I don't wanna hear no shit about it cause i do what i have to do to get what I want. LOL. (Well, almost anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, out of many many entrys, Sam chose BOTH of mine. YEAH!!! Check it out. Btw: Samantha Says "Hi" to all her Gay "FOXY" fans. &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2003241739,00.html"&gt;MY SAMANTHA FOX QUESTIONS PRINTED IN THE U.K.'s SUN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the questions and answers, incase link will not load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many female performers, especially those with iconic status, examples being Madonna, Janet Jackson, Stevie Nicks, and yourself have legions of gay male followings. What are your views on that and why do you think that is? &lt;br /&gt;Harry Spady, an American fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of gay men like women who are very strong-minded. Women like us never give up. Hello to all my gay fans and thanks for all your support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I want to let you know that America still loves you and your music. The music you release today truly showcases your talent as a singer, songwriter and producer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still planning to release your autobiography. And was there any part of your career you wish you could change? Any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m working on the autobiography right now and hope to release it around Christmas time. I’m really glad to say I have no regrets. I've had a wonderful life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95107451?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95107451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95107451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95107451' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95103888</id><published>2003-05-30T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T13:13:18.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ex Hollywood Leading Man, Richard Chamberlain, Comes Out Of The Closet &lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/news/article.aspx?news=123941"&gt;FAMOUS ACTOR ANNOUNCES HIS HOMSEXUALITY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95103888?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95103888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95103888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95103888' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95101899</id><published>2003-05-30T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T00:35:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, as i was doing some cleaning, I began thinking about past relationships/EX's. Right now, I can honestly say, that I am actually IN LOVE. Mark, is a great man. Mark is a very private man. He doen't care for many to know the "what abouts" of his professional or personal life. He is very quiet, and extremly romantic. He and I are very different in many aspects, but that is actually what makes us "click", makes us compatiable, if you will, and also why I do love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has no qualms about this whole "Blogging" thing. He just asks that I never speak about anything Private between him and I. He also, doesnot want me to include his photo or any photo's of us together in my Yahoo profile. Just incase, anyone from near here should stumble upon my site and links and find him "out", if you know what i mean. His Practice and privacy are  very important to him and i respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on all my Ex's, I was trying to think what infact, made me attracted to them at all. I tried to think if there could be any similaraties between them. I could think of none.  There are some, looking back now, that i wonder what the hell was I even thinking. I didn't even care for them as a person, they weren't attractive and they were mostly selfish individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen will always be my one special EX. That one that you find, still has deep roots attached to you, your soul and your thoughts. Strikingly handsome, deeply caring an all around great guy. Whoever, catches him will have one great guy on their hands and will be extremely lucky. He and I talk all the time now. Which is so great. He is a great friend and I am very comfortable in admitting that all of the problems that happened while we were together, and the demise of our relationship, was totally 100% my fault. I should be very thankful that he is even still speaking to me.......and I do thank him. I thank him everyday for giving me, as a person, a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life had not been so consumed with my wanting to get a "Fix" all the time and other ways of living, I would still be with Stephen today, i think. BUT, everything works out for a reason. Had all that stuff not happened to me, i would not be who I am today and i would  have never met Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I am even blogging about this. I was just thinking off the top of my head. i wont bore you anymore. Go visit Leah, Re', Jo or Nathan, or Coyote. Be sure to them then that Ronnie sent ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95101899?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95101899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95101899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95101899' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95094912</id><published>2003-05-30T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T16:25:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the first day that I am actually feeling better since the "Dental Expierement." Not as painful as i thought it would have been. Still, just the thought of a dentist frightens the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, these Non-Addictive Pain Pills That he prescribed for me work extremely well. I was surprised,actually, at how well. They don't give you a "BUZZ" at all but work directly on the pain. The two front teeth are were I was expierencing the most pain afterwards. I should say that getting your teeth capped is NOT a procedure I would recommend. But, since I have started this, i have to finish it. They will be "Pearly White" for a very long time. But, why self induce pain? Why submit to yourself the torture of NOT being able to chow down onto a Meat Ball Sub for a few days? Here, I find myself consuming jars of GERBER BABY FOOD instead,. The Cobbler isn't all that bad actually. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95094912?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95094912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95094912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95094912' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95093360</id><published>2003-05-30T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T16:26:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To anyone who has not jumped over to say "Hello" To Leah at &lt;a href="http://lilmija.blogspotcom"&gt;BRAIN FREEZE&lt;/a&gt; do so today.&lt;br /&gt;You Will have the best time reading her entrys. Todays  entry is all about "Coyotes Angels". A Take off of the Famed CHARLIES ANGELS and a reference to our hunky straight guy blogger friend &lt;a href="http://coyotesbark.blogspot.com"&gt;COYOTE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of her BLOGGER friends has been given a role to play in the action packed drama. Yes, even yours  truly.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Leah, you rock. and on a personal note,: I Have been meaning to congratulate you on one year of being cancer free. It's so good to know that GOD, or GODESS, does in fact, leave true "ANGELS" here on earth for us to know and enjoy. (Smile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95093360?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95093360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95093360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95093360' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95067230</id><published>2003-05-30T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T20:57:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAY PORN STAR TO BEGIN COUNTRY MUSIC CAREER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I some how doubt we will ever see the infamous gay porn star, Jeff Stryker, perform his song "Pop You In The Pooter" on the stage of The Grand Old Opry.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Stryker, with his nine inch........ummmm....(blushing).....ok already.....Cock, is now pursuing a career in Country Music. I have heard some of these songs, I am embarrassed to say, and he is infact, awful.&lt;br /&gt;He is still hot as ever &lt;evil grin&gt;. Though I would not pay to see him perform his music, i would co-star in a porn flick for free with him, anytime, anywhere. But,seriously, what any red blooded gay bottom male would not?&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link, if you would like to book Jeff to sing at any function you may be having. WARNING: Clink Link At Your Own Risk. &lt;a href="http://www.lgcma.com/lgcma-jeffstryker.htm"&gt;BOOK JEFF STRYKER FOR YOUR NEXT PARTY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95067230?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95067230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95067230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95067230' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95066447</id><published>2003-05-30T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T00:46:26.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stevie Trivia: Kissed Him With Her Wing...........One Touch And The Promise Was Made&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;a href="http://www.fmlegacy.com/goldfishandtheladybug.htm"&gt;SONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95066447?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95066447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95066447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95066447' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95034088</id><published>2003-05-29T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T10:02:28.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stevie Trivia: What Is Just Is No More To Imply.....This Simple Thought Repeating&lt;br /&gt;Answer: &lt;a href="http://www.fmlegacy.com/everyday.html"&gt;SONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95034088?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95034088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95034088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95034088' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95004894</id><published>2003-05-28T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T09:46:56.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just A Note To Let Everyone Know That, I May Not Be Doing Alot Of Blogging For A Few Days Begining Tomorrow. I Am Going In To Have A Bit Of Dental Cosmetic/ Surgery Performed. I Should Be REAL Fun To Be Around. Wish Mark Well Would Ya. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95004894?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95004894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95004894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95004894' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-95004572</id><published>2003-05-28T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T16:41:03.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOGGER Has Decided To Not Allow Any  Links  Load Onto My Home Page For Whatever Reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-95004572?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95004572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/95004572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95004572' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94977834</id><published>2003-05-28T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T02:46:18.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What Animated Character Am I From The Justice League (A.K.A. Super Friends) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/ShianaBV/1051978091_stHawkgirl.jpg" border="0" alt="Hawk Girl"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You got Hawk Girl!&lt;br /&gt;Damn, do you wreak some havok with that mace.&lt;br&gt;Policewoman or not, you play by your own rules,&lt;br&gt;and posess an inate ability to fool anyone stupid enough to get on&lt;br&gt;your bad side. Quite content to smash and&lt;br&gt;destroy to get to where you want to be, maybe&lt;br&gt;you oughta take a little more notice of people&lt;br&gt;around you&lt;br /&gt;And keep an eye on Flash- he's more than likely up&lt;br&gt;to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94977834?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94977834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94977834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94977834' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94976369</id><published>2003-05-28T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T01:49:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stevie Trivia: Yeah You're The Dark Angel.........It Don't Show When You Break Up&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;a href="http://www.fmlegacy.com/insider.html"&gt;SONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94976369?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94976369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94976369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94976369' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94966787</id><published>2003-05-27T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T21:41:23.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IS YOUR BELOVED FIGHT-O ACTING PSYCH-O ? ESPECIALLY AFTER EATING HIS ALP-O? HERE MAY BE YOUR PROBLEM-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msnbc.com/news/918515.asp?cp1=1"&gt;MAD COW DISEASE IN DOG FOOD?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94966787?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94966787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94966787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94966787' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94958323</id><published>2003-05-27T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T21:54:56.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You Have Such A Pretty Face....IF Only You Would Lose A Few Pounds." To Me Personally, I Always Took This Retrot As An Insult. Basically, Your Ugly Ass Is Telling Me That I Am Too Fat. Well Fuck You.&lt;br /&gt;I Would Always Respond Sweetly "Well...Thank You....I Wish I Could Find SOMETHING  Nice To Say To You As Well...But As Of Yet, Nothing Seems To Be Jumping Right Out At Me." (Always Ending That  With A Smile). I  Can't Forget That Southern Hospitality  My Momma Instilled In Me.&lt;br /&gt;Entering Into A "Scene' Of Anything Is Never Easy For Anyone I Think. You Will Find Those Who Enjoy You And Then You Will Find Those Who Do Not. I Always Had "Tough Skin", If You Will, I Never Let Any Of That Shit Get To Me. Growing Up With Nine HillBillie Uncles And Fourteen Male Cousins, Certainly Made Me Tough. I Had No Choice. It Was "Be Tough, Or Get Your Feelings Hurt".&lt;br /&gt; Many Of You May Think That If  Would Have Been Simplier To Just "Turn The Other Cheeck" Whenever They Picked On Or Ridiculed  Me. But You Have No Idea. That Shit Would Not Have Worked For Love Nor Money. If You Didn't Respond Back To Them Bitches, Hell, You Might As Well Take Off Running For The Hills. Cause, Then They Think You Are Ignoring Them. Which Is The Worst Thing Of All You Could Do.&lt;br /&gt;I Am Serious When I Describe My Extended Family, On My Fathers Side, These Hateful Bitches Are Straight Out Of The Movie "DELIVERANCE". (A 70's Movie Starring Ned Beatty, Where Him And Some Friends Are Vacationing Up In The Hills Of West Virginia, And Their Vacation Turns To A Nightmare After Being Kidnapped By Crazy Red Necks And Ned Beatty Is Forced To Run Around In His Underwear And Squeal Like A Pig).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself And My Cousin Angel, Were Always The Tightest. We Were The Closest In Age, Looked Nearly Identical, And We Were The "Heavy Duty's" Of The Family. We Liked To Eat, And Our Uncles And Cousins Would Remind Us Of This Every Sunday When The Entire Family Met Down At My Fathers Mothers House For Lunch/Dinner. I Would Have Sooner Thrown A Blood Clot, Or Passed A Kidney Stone Than Be Made To Go. But,  I Had No Choice. It Was Always The Same Thing. Playing Football Outside While Dinner Was Being Prepared, My Grandfather And Some Of My Uncles Would Be Under This Huge Tree, Singing And PLaying Music. They Would Ask me To Come Sing A Few Songs, Give Me A Knickel, Then Send Me Back To Play With The Rest Of The KLAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel And I Had To Stick Together, Cause When It Came Time To Choose Teams, Everybody Would Be Picked And There Her And I Would Be Standing Left Over. No One Wanting Us On Their Team. This Use To Really Upset Angel, I Remember. She Would Cry, Literally BEG TO Be Allowed On A Team. NOT MY FAT ASS. I Don't Beg For Shit. Never Have.....Never Will. My Momma Taught Me Early On, That You Do Not Have To Beg Another Human Being For Nothing. If You Feel That It Is Rightfully Due To You. Don't Beg. Fight For It. Go Tooth And Nail. No One Human Being Is Any Better Than The Other, Regardless Of What They May "Think" That They Have......So There Was No Way in  Hell I Was Going To Compromise My Integrity, Or Go Against My Mommas Teachings, And Beg To These Dumb Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;I Had A Different Approach. I Thought "IF These Bitches Want War....War Is What They Will Get."&lt;br /&gt;While Angel Would Sit On The Side line Crying or Begging, I Marched My Fat Ass Right Out On The Middle Of Their Playing Field And Sat My FAT ASS DOWN. PLOMP!!!!!!  I Looked At Them And Would Say "NOW WHAT? Bring It On......I Have Had All The Shit I Am Taking From You, Whatcha Gonna Do? What?" When My Girl,Angel,Saw Me Taking A Stand, She Joined Me. She Knew I Had Her Back....And She Also Knew Me Well Enough To Know, That When I Have Had Enough. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH. I Will Fuck A Bitch Up Or Die Trying. I Go For Mother Fuckin" Blood. And As Far As I Was Concerened That Day, These HIllbilly's Time's Of Torture Were Up. There Was A New Sheriff In Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94958323?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94958323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94958323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94958323' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94935700</id><published>2003-05-27T07:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T07:56:47.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stevie Trivia: And I Never Put You In Any Danger.....And I Know That You've  Known That All Along&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;a href="http://www.fmlegacy.com/donttreatmelikeastranger.htm"&gt;SONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94935700?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94935700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94935700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94935700' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94913019</id><published>2003-05-26T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T21:45:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A FELLOW FRIEND AND NEW BLOGGER THAT YOU ALL  SHOULD CHECK OUT, READ AND LINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Met Re' Through My Web Site. She Emailed Me And Told Me How Much She Enjoyed My Site. We Have Become Good Online Friends And I Think She Is Super. Please Visit Her New Blog Site And Support Her. &lt;a href="http://paintedpages.blogspot.com"&gt;SOME SAY ILLUSIONS WERE HER GAME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Re'...If You Need Any Help Or Have Any Questions That I Can Answer, You Just Let Me Know. I Will Be Only More Than Happy To Assist Ya.. Welcome To THE BLOG WORLD Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, At The Moment, Blogger Is Still Being A Pain In The Ass And Not Allowing Me Acess To  The Template Area To My Blog. When They Do, You Can Be Sure I Will Add Your Direct Link On The Right Upper Corner Of My Home Page. I Wish  They Hired People Who Could ACTUALLY FIX THINGS, Instead Of  Whatever  Reason It Is That The Hired These Flunky's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94913019?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94913019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94913019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94913019' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94912295</id><published>2003-05-26T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T18:12:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You Give Gays....A Bad Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently When I Entered Into Chris Cagle (A WOOFY Country Music Artist) Chat Site, I Was Disturbed To See Some Fellow Homosexuals Talking About Chris Negatively. They Were Claiming That He, Chris Cagle, Was A Homosexual. Their Defense: That He Was TOO Good Looking.&lt;br /&gt;Give Me A Fuckin' Break. I Know Plenty Of UGLY Gay People, So How Could This Be A Basis?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I Would Like To Think That He Plays For Our Team, But How Could Anyone Think That Some One Leads An Alternative Lifestyle Just Because They Are Handsome OR May Happen To Be Gay Friendly?&lt;br /&gt;This Is Why MANY Straight Guys Hate Us. Because They Can Not Even Attempt To Become Our Friends With Out Us Trying To Change Them Or Talk Shit About Them.&lt;br /&gt;Just So You Straight Guys Know... Not All Homosexuals Are This Way. Atleast I'm Not Anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94912295?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94912295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94912295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94912295' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94911011</id><published>2003-05-26T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T17:48:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Lesson From Camryn Manheim, From Televisions THE PRACTICE, Fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We Are Accustomed To Men Seeking The Trophy Girl, The Beautiful Ornament He Can Carry On His Arm. And While I Hope That Most Would View This As Shallow And Transparent, It Is Still A Widely Accepted Practice, When A Man Specifically Seeks A Large Woman, However, He Is Viewed As Strangely Deviant With A Fetsish For Fat. I Argue That They Are Equally Dehumanizing. It's Fine To Like Buxom Women Or Thin Women-----We All Have Our Preferences-----But When You Seek A Physical Type With Total Disregard For Individual Character, You Might As Well Be Seeking A Specifically Proportioned Mannequin"..........Cameryn Manheim (Excerpted From Her Best Selling Book Entitled  WAKE UP, I'M FAT! Copyright 1999  Big Whoop, Inc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94911011?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94911011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94911011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94911011' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94908968</id><published>2003-05-26T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T17:49:45.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was It The Lap Dance They Didn't Like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripper gets hurled through a window, landing atop an air-conditoner decompressor in back yard, after a fight with boyfriend. My question......Unfortuanately, abuse of this nature happens frequently. Does being a STRIPPER make THIS news worthy? What about a house wife, raising 3 children...she is just as, if not more, news worthy when such an act happens. &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/news/regionalnews/76653.htm"&gt;STRIPPER GETS HURLED OUT OF WINDOW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94908968?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94908968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94908968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94908968' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94908710</id><published>2003-05-26T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T18:17:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stevie Nicks Birthday Is Today. Hop On Over To The Nicks Fix And Wish Happy Birthday. I Also Would LIke To Wish Everyone A Very Happy Memorial Day. Here's To Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go Stevie, Go Stevie, It's Your Birthday.....Get Busy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On A Personal Note: Maybe I Do Carry This Loving Stevie Nicks Thing To Far At Times. When I Did Work (I'm A House Husband Now) I Requested EVERY May 26th Off To Celebrate Her Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94908710?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94908710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94908710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94908710' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94908649</id><published>2003-05-26T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T16:16:00.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stevie Trivia: I Can't Feel Bad About The Way I Am&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;a href="http://www.fmlegacy.com/candlebright.html"&gt;SONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94908649?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94908649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94908649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94908649' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94877894</id><published>2003-05-25T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T21:35:57.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here Is A Little Known Fact That I Never Knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 22, 1969, The Day That Judy Garland Passed Away, There Was An Actual Tornado In Kansas, Where The WIZARD OF OZ  Famously Took Place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94877894?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94877894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94877894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94877894' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94863296</id><published>2003-05-25T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T12:19:18.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What Swear Word Am I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/teffie/1036291701_earasshole.gif" border="0" alt="asshole"&gt;&lt;br&gt;your asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the words "Fuck" and "Shit" are my favorite ones to say. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94863296?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94863296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94863296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94863296' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94859734</id><published>2003-05-25T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T10:06:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stevie Trivia: And The Lady's Feeling....Like The Moon That She Loved&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;a href="http://www.fmlegacy.com/belladonna.htm"&gt;SONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94859734?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94859734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94859734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94859734' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94858747</id><published>2003-05-25T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T10:03:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sam Fox &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2001330009-2003240001,00.html"&gt;WANTS YOUR QUESTIONS&lt;/a&gt;. I have spoken about Samantha Fox in past entry's and have expressed how under rated I think she is as a musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ex boyfriend Tom, of Oh Manchester, So Much To Answer For, blog fame, is a music fanatic. He has an exquisite ear for music. One day, while we were doing a road trip,of sorts, I played Samantha Fox's new CD entitled "Watching You, Watching Me". I sat back and waited the "Bashing" . His response,however, startled me, He Liked It. Particularly enjoying the title track. Samantha Fox and her music has come a long way baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time  i  saw Samantha Fox. I was at my grandparents home and MTV was rather new. They announced that the next video coming up was from a british female artist that was taking the charts by storm and her debut single was already # 1 In Australia. I tried to figure out who it could be before the video aired. But couldn't. After the commercial break, the video for "Touch Me" (I Want Your Body) aired. I Couldnt move, I was spell bound to the television, I  found myself actually catching my breathe. This woman was BEAUTIFUL. AND she could sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was during the time when i was feeling rather confused about my sexuality. I was Twelve years old and knew that i found other boys attractive....But, But,.....this woman....i stammered to myself, was just so beautiful. And she had great big breasts. She had a rip in the ass of her jeans and looked sexy as well as tough. I became obsessed. I had to find this album entitled "Touch Me". It became a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it at a local ROSES Department Store. The cover photo was even more erotic. My father happened to be with us in the store when i found it. I knew that if i played my cards right, he would buy this for me. It always irritated my father to no end of my being somewhat "girlie" so i figured that i could use that in my favor, if i told him I had to have this album because I thought that this female was strickingly beautiful and I was "in love" with her. It worked. He nearly broke his neck running to the check out counter to purchase it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I learned  Samantha Fox was also a model. I brought posters, many of them topless, tacking them onto my walls. Calenders,new album releases all followed. I remember being in bed at night looking up at her. Her  Shoulders arched back, chest poking out and a side smile. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME, i kept asking myself ? I thought i was gay? WHY was i finding this woman so attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Fox is beautiful, there is no way that anyone can say different. If any straight guy from my era says that she had no bearing on any of their masterbation fantasies, they are a lier. But not only is she beautiful and a good singer , but the "Attraction" i felt for her, I later realised, was not that of in the sexual "I want to fuck her" sense. I was in love with this woman because she WAS beautiful, but, also because she REPRESENTED sexuality. She was not afraid to show her body. She was more or less telling me that it was "OK to show MY sexuality".To be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many rumours circulated throughout Sam's main stream success. The most damaging one to her career, was that she was THE PORN Star Samantha Fox. A complete and utter lie. She was not. People also felt that she would not have obtained the success of a singer had she not been a Page 3 model for the British Paper THE SUN. Yes, she was a topless model and that may have helped...but she became a Platinium selling artist, so that shows  she did build a following from her music. I also feel that Samantha Fox was not taken entirely seriously because she was IN FACT, Beautiful. Maybe TOO Beautiful. (ok some her past songs were a bit cheese cake, but, besides that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music that Sam Fox sings today is more mature, more dance. An area of music that she fits very nicely into. She writes all of her material. Produces it and sings LIVE. Something that many artists still do not do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Fox was my first major crush on a female........and coming from a gay guy, i dont think you could get much more of an honour than that&lt;br /&gt;If you can download some her newer stuff. Do yourself a favor and atleast give it a listen. Watching You,Watching Me and Let Me Be Free are two songs that will not dissappoint you. And heres a few facts to think about. Did you know that Samantha Fox and The Pet Shop Boys are the writers of the past club hit SANTA MARIA? And Samantha Fox is the writer to the theme song for the british cult hit "COUPLING"? Didn't think so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94858747?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94858747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94858747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94858747' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94841243</id><published>2003-05-24T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T20:16:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With all of my postings about Skinny Evil Bitches, i should probably make one thing very clear to everyone. In NO WAY do I actually HATE Skinny people in general. I want to make this clear, not because i have received emails from skinny readers who happened to be offended,but because, I personally have "worn the other shoe",so to speak. &lt;br /&gt;At one time in my life, i was what i call today, a SKINNY EVIL BITCH. In my younger 20's, i was 148 pounds and probably one of the most judgemental individuals even I have ever personally known. lol. The heaviest my weight had ever risen to was actually 300 pounds. Now, on a 5 foot 7 inch frame thats rather hefty. I fought and battled my weight my entire life. And still to this day I do. But when i decided to crash diet at 21 years old and drop from 300 pounds to 148 pounds, in less than a year,may i also add, not only did i lose the weight. But i lost myself. That wondeful person I had known my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;I became so self absorbed with weight that it controlled my every move. I did step aerobics every day for 1 hour then onto abds,legs and light weight training for another hour and i became a strict vegetarian. There were days when i would eat until i couldnt eat anymore and then pop 2 laxatives and all would be well. I would wake up at one in the morning and consume an entire 1/2 gallon of ice cream in one sitting. Then, i would go make myself throw it all up, put on head phones and do step aerobics for another hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I Found Drugs. Prescription Pain Pills Were My Main Choice. Vicodin ES, Perocet, Darvocet, Tylenol # 3 Were My Faves. When I Was Unable To Obtain These, I Would Take Whatever Was Availiable. That Led To, Shooting up Morphine, Demerol And Mepergan. I Wanted To Be Numb. &lt;br /&gt;I became very intolerant of Real Size People too. I would make jokes about their appearance,what they were eating and what they were wearing Then one day i finally realised something. I had forgotten where i "came from",if you will. I did not even recognize myself in the mirror anymore. All the compliments i had began  receiving from others, reminding me a job well done, the guys who would not even speak to me when i was heavy were wanting to take me out,garnish me with attention and etc was all i had come to care about. I was staring into a mirror and did not even recognize ME anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I was still losing weight like crazy. Some days only drinking Diet PEPSI for meals. Going to bed at night crying because i was so hungry, My family became increasingly worried about my health. Physically and mentally. I went to our Family Practice Physician for my routine yearly exam, who then told me, that i was TOO SKINNY and that i needed to GAIN weight. For my height/weight i was nearly 30 pounds under weight. &lt;br /&gt;I remember leaving  doctors office that day, thinking the entire way home, for once in my life i was THIN. NOW, i am being told that i am TOO Thin. I am to thin and most importantly UNhappy. I wanted to be able to go out and eat with my friends and not just drink water.&lt;br /&gt;I did that many times. One time in particular, friends and I were going to se AEROSMITH play in concert. We all left home early together so that we could have dinner before we went to the show. We ended up going to THE OLIVE GARDEN. Everyone placed their orders to the waitor. Pasta,Bread,Creame of something and etc. It all sounded so wonderful. Then he looked at me and asked what i would like. Everyone turned and looked to see what i was going to order. I politely smiled and replied, "SELTZER WATER is all for me thanks". Then my friends began conversing again. All was well. &lt;br /&gt;Even as a child I was over weight. i was placed on numerous diets by the doctor and they were implemented by family. Because they cared for my physical well being. I think that one of the most detromental things that can be done to a child is to tell them that they are too FAT. They cared about my physical well being, yes, but what about my Mental well being. As a six year old child ,in my mind, i felt that i was being told that i was "unacceptable" I remember many times when i would "sneak" a bowl, a spoon, a box of RICE KRISPIES and some milk and go hide in the bathroom. I would sit in the bathroom, with the door locked and literally eat until i was full. I had to HIDE to eat. What kind of fucking shit is THAT. &lt;br /&gt;But as i said, One day everything finally dawned to me. Was I happy being Thin? The answer was No, i was not. Did i initially begin the drastic diet to make ME happy? The answer was NO. I only begain dieting then because i felt i HAD TO. I had to be thin to be accepted. I had turned my back on all the true friends that i had ever known for the sake of being thin. The friends who loved ME for ME regardless of what i weighed in at. Most importanly, i had turned my back on Myself.&lt;br /&gt; I had bowed down to defeat because OTHERS told me that I was "unacceptable". from that age of six,til then, my 20's. That infuriated me. NEVER had i  been the type to do something just because others said i should or had to. I was not being true to myself. I could kick myself in my F.A.T. Ass everytime i think about that shit. &lt;br /&gt;So, i found me again. I began living again. As some of the weight returned, all i heard from everyone was "Your getting FAT again" or "Aren't You Putting Your Weight back On"? My all time favorite "Are You Sick". My reply, "No, Bitch, I'M FAT". it truly opened my eyes again. Skinny friends no longer called anymore. But my old true friends were still there with me. &lt;br /&gt;So,basically I am saying this. I KNOW first HAND about Skinny People. Not All of them are this way by any means,but it has been my expierence that more than half are. &lt;br /&gt;I have lived the life of skinny and the life of large. The "Skinny Evil Bitch" Entrys Are To Be Taken With A Grain Of Salt.The Scenario's Are All True. They Are, somewhat comedic to me now when i look back. That's what I want to Express. The Whole thing of turning my pain into laughter now. But also hoping that with this, some people may become less jugdmental and more tolerant. All over weight people are NOT Dirty and lazy. Just as all Skinny People are not.&lt;br /&gt; For 2 years now, i have consistently maintained my weight. Its not 300 pounds but it is not 170 pounds by any mean. Do you know what it is???? It is ME. And for once in my life I can say That I am happy with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94841243?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94841243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94841243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94841243' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94840975</id><published>2003-05-24T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T18:57:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Mark, My Hubby (Soon To Be Anyway), Has Left For An All Weekend Conference In Atlanta.  I Helped Him Pack And Took Him To The Airport This Morning.. I Always Feel Incomplete When Mark Is Not Here. &lt;br /&gt;His Being A Physician, And Attending Conferences To Learn New Things Within The Medical Community Are Very Important To Him. He Loves His Job And Most Importantly, He Is Very Good At What He Does. So, HIs Being Happy, In Turn, Makes Me Happy.&lt;br /&gt;I Love Mark Very Much. I Know That This Is Real, Because He Is My Every Thought, My Every Desire. He Completes Me. He Accepts Me And My Faults. Reminds Me Everyday How Special I Am To Him. Most Importantly, He Keeps Me Grounded.&lt;br /&gt;I Will Be The First To Admit, That At Times, I Can Be Very Moody, Full Of Attitude, And Full Of Resentment. Especially In Regards To My Past. When He Does See Those Evil Demons Re-amerging, He Will Halt Them Quickly. Reminding me, That Everyone's Life Has Been Or Is Difficult. That I Am Not Alone That Game. But When Doing That, He Also Reminds Of The Important Things. The Admirable Qualities About Me.  Yes, There Is A Part Of Me That Is Fragile, But There Is Also A Part Of Me That Is Tough As Nails. I Am A Survivor. I Have Survived The Things In My Past, And Am Still Here To Talk Of Them.&lt;br /&gt;He Reminds Me That I Am Worthy Of  Love....I Am Worthy Of Him. Mark, Is My Lover And My Best Friend. And I Can Not Wait Until August 14th, When I Will Have Him, As My Husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94840975?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94840975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94840975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94840975' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94827713</id><published>2003-05-24T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T10:36:56.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Which Cartoon Super Hero Am I ? Ummm......Roo Roo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/NightsFire/1036373474_turesscoob.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Scooby Doo"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Scobby Doo, all thou you are scared of well&lt;br&gt;all most every thing you are obber cute. You&lt;br&gt;can eat and eat and eat but never get any&lt;br&gt;fater. You Rock scooby doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94827713?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94827713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94827713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94827713' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94826280</id><published>2003-05-24T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T09:39:58.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLEASE TAKE SOME TIME THIS WEEKEND TO REMEMBER THE VETERANS OF THE U.S. ARMED FORCES WHO GAVE THIER LIVES TO PROTECT YOU AND I AND OUR FREEDOM............ ( I Miss You Granddaddy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94826280?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94826280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94826280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94826280' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94825304</id><published>2003-05-24T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T08:53:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FLEETWOOD MAC SHOWING PATRIOTISM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girl, Stevie Nicks And The Other Members Of Fleetwood Mac Donated 200 Tickets To A Local Radio Station (QFM 96) For The Opening NIght Of Their SAY YOU WILL Tour In Columbus, Ohio. The Tickets Were Given To Those Currently Serving, Or Have Already Served In The U.S. Armed Forces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94825304?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94825304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94825304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94825304' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94824881</id><published>2003-05-24T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T08:48:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dining Out Should Be An Enjoyable Expierence. But That's Not Going To Happen As Long As The Skinny-----As Hungry As They Are------Refuse To Eat And Only Ridicule Us For Wanting To Enjoy Our Fair Share. It Will Also Remain A Challenge. Until Restaurants Cater To A Clientele That Really Matters-------Folks Who Like To Chow Down.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, They Insult BIG Eaters By Squeezing In Too Many Tables, Prohibiting Those Of Us Who Require Roomier Accomodations, From Comfortably Getting Our Grub On. And Please, Hire A Staff Based On Food Knowledge Rather Than Good Looks.&lt;br /&gt;Like The Time A Couple Of Friends And I Went To A Steak House And Asked The Waitress, A Cutesy Little BARBIE Girl Who Weighed About Ninety Pounds,  Whose Ribs Were Poking Through Her Size-Two Uniform, Which She Recommended, The Rib Eye Or The Porterhouse Steak. Her Response: " I Don't Eat Meat, But The Rib Eye Is A Popular Choice."&lt;br /&gt;That's The Stupidest Shit I Have Ever Heard.  Lie To Me.  Tell Me The T-bone Can't Be Beat, But Whatever You Do, Don't Tell Me, Standing In A Steak House, That You Don't Eat Meat. Because A Vegetarian Working In A Steak House Makes About As Much Damn Sense As A One-Legged Man In An Ass-Kicking Contest.&lt;br /&gt;There Should Be A Law That To Seek Employment At Black Angus, You Must Eat Meat, Be Made To Chow Down On A Side Of Cow During Orientation, And Be Competent Enough To Answer Simple Food-Related Questions.&lt;br /&gt;Is That Too Damn Much To Ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94824881?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94824881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94824881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94824881' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94824724</id><published>2003-05-24T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T08:21:20.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stevie Trivia: Some Carry A Stiletto In Their Garter Along With Everything Else.&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;a href="http://www.fmlegacy.com/alice.htm"&gt;SONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94824724?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94824724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94824724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94824724' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94804684</id><published>2003-05-23T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T18:13:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK...Its A Good Thing That I Can Laugh At Myself.. I Know A Few Who Will Roll On The Floor In A Fit Of Laughter With This Result.....Or Burn Up Their Cell Phones To Talk About It. The Quiz: What KInd Of Porn Star Would I Be". I Know It Would Not Include A Certain Threesome That Is Depicted In This Pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033480624_opgangbang.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gangbang movie! You're such a horndog! You can't&lt;br&gt;get enough sex! You've been around the block.&lt;br&gt;People might even go so far as to call you a&lt;br&gt;nympho. Chances are, you're a walking STD. Go&lt;br&gt;get tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94804684?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94804684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94804684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94804684' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94802605</id><published>2003-05-23T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T17:09:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok Everyone..... I Have Finally Added A Comments Section To My Blog. After Every Entry You Will See An Area That Says "Shout  Out". Just Click That And Leave A Comment. The "Shout Out" Section Has Been Added To All Past Postings Too. So, Feel Free To Comment On Skinny Evil Bitch's Sections As Well As Stevie Trivia. I Will Be Checking Them All. I Can't Wait To Hear From You All. On A Personal Note: I Found This Link Via BOWLING BITCH'S Blog. Jenn, Is A Fellow Wiccan And Is Way Cool. So, Be Sure To Check Her Blog Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94802605?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94802605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94802605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94802605' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94801531</id><published>2003-05-23T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T16:34:05.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stevie Trivia: And Each Time Thinking........Will This Be The One?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;a href="http://www.fmlegacy.com/ifyoudontruntherace.htm"&gt;SONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94801531?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94801531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94801531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94801531' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94757933</id><published>2003-05-22T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T23:02:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXERCISE IS OVERRATED PART 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next Time Around, "Buns Of Steel" Was The Goal, And The Fact That This One Could Be Done In The Comfort Of Home, At My Own Pace, Made Me Feel Great. I Threw On A Pair Of Cross Trainers, Some Spandex Shorts, A Wife Beater Tee Shirt, And Was Ready To Work It Out. But No One Had Explained That To Get Buns Of Steel, You Must First Endure Buns Of Pain. After Five Solid Squats My Buns Were Burning So Bad, There Was No Need To Go Any Further. With No One To Impress, I  Squatted On The Sofa And Watched The Entire Work Out. Tired And Hungry After All That Talk About Buns, I Headed Over To The Bakery And Picked Up  One Of Those Cinnamon Rolls With Extra Icing. Walking To And From My Car To The Bakery, I Reasoned, Was My Work Out For That Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then We Had A Y.M.C.A. Open Here. I Decided To Take A Tour Of Sorts One Day. The Guy Who Gave Me The Tours Name Was Ken. He Performed A Routine Health Evaluation, Explained The Benefits Of A Good Cardiovascular Work Out, Suggested A Diet Plan And Offered Brochures That Listed Various Classes And Their Times. I Took One Look At The Schedule And Instantly Knew That HIP-HOP Dance Moves And Mountain Climbing 101 Were Not Going To Work For Me. That's For Those Young, Crazy, Thin Ones. Where's The Electric Slide Class, Or Slow Impact 101? I Thanked Him For The Information And Was Done For The Day, But Before I Could Get The Hell Out Out Of There, Ken Suggested I Check Out A Class That Was To Begin  In Ten Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Entered The Class, It Was A Slew Of Thin Ones Stretching And Chatting Amongst Themselves. I Attempted To Speak, But It Was Obvious A F.A.T. Boy Was Not Going To Be Able To Join Their Conversation, So I Turned To An Older Lady Who Didn't Have An Ounce Of Body Fat. She Did, However, Have A Scowl On Her Face To Let Me Know That She Was Already In "The Zone". All Of These Bitches Were Color Coordinated And Dressed In The Latest Cute Work Out Gear, While I Had Left The House In F.A.T. Work Out Gear. Which Consisted Of The BIG T-Shirt And A Pair Of Biker Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Instructor Entered, I Swear Girlfriend  Was Straight Out Of FLASH DANCE. She Had On A Faceful Of Make Up, A Hot Pink Leotard, A Pair Of Pink Leg Warmers And If Her Name Wasn't BARBIE, It Should Have Been. She Screamed "Get Your Step". They All Nodded, Applauded, And Screamed Their Approval. Barbie Put On A High Speed Part CD,  Adjusted Her Headset, And Took Off Like The Energizer Bunny. Her Ass Just Kept Going, And Going, And Going. Everyone Was Following Right Along, Stepping Up And Down On Their Little Boxes, Throwing Their Hands In The Air, And Following Along As Barbie Screamed, "Ten, Nine, Eight,Seven, Six More, Five, Four More,Three, Two. Okay, Now, Eight More, Seven, Six." Clearly, Barbie Had A Problem Counting, Because After Five Minutes Her Ass Was Still Screaming, "And Five, Four, And Three". She Could Never Quite Make It To One. Those Fifteen Minutes Felt Like An Hour.&lt;br /&gt;And God Forbid You Get A Leg Cramp While Doing That Shit. One Thing I Found, Was Not To Mess With Skinny Evil Ones While They Are Getting Their Work Out. They  Will Step Over You, Or Worse,  Step Onto Your Fat Ass If You Get In Their Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Decided To  Tackle A Spin Class. Now, Riding A Stationary Bike Can Not Be That Difficult, Right? WRONG!!! The Instructor Had My Fat Ass Pedaling Up Imaginary Hills, Standing Up On The Damn Bicycle For Five Minutes While Pedaling, And Performing Arm Extensions. On This Particular Day, The Instructor  Was This Totally Hot, Totally Straight White Guy Named Gary. I Actually Took A Moment Of Silence To Pray To The GOD's For Sending Me A Male Instructor For Once. Anyway, As I Said, He Was Straight As An Arrow, Black Hair, Brown Eyes And Deliciously Tan. But More Importantly, He Seemed Very Cool And Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing My Apprehension, Gary Walked Over, Helped Me Get Adjusted Onto The Bicycle, And Told Me To Not Kill Myself, Just Go At A Nice Even Pace, And If Anything Started To Hurt, Just Let Him Know. I Said "Thank You,  I Will." I Was Feeling Good About This Session Until Gary Mounted His Bike, Pushed A Button On The CD Player, And Took Off Like It Was The Fuckin' Tour De France. Gary Was One Of Those Philosophical Spinners Who Offered Witty Words With His Work Out. "Don't Worry About Where We've Been. Just Stay In The Moment," He Urged. Clearly, I Missed The Meaning, But Everyone Else Seemed To Get It Right Away, Because All Of A Sudden Everyone Began Pedaling Faster. Moments Later Gary Offered Another Pearl: "We Can Do This, One Pedal Stroke At A Time". Who Was This Bitch Trying To Fool With His One Pedal Stroke At A Time Shit?  I Felt As If I Was On The Verge Of  HAVING A Stroke. From Behind Me I Heard The PLUMP Woman In The Back. "That's Right." She Kept Pedaling Along As The Crowd Screamed And Biked Faster, Buying Into The Gary Credo. Ten Minutes Into This Bike Tour, I Was Over It And Gary. He Was Nice, But Was Starting To Get On My Nerves With His Pedaling Up Hills That Didn't Exist. Finally He Urged Us To "Get Out Of Your Comfort Zone And Go Someplace New." That's When I Decided To Follow Gary's Sage Advice. I Got Off  That Bicycle ( Mind You, It Took A Good Ten Minutes Just To Get One Foot Out Of Those Damn Stirrups), Got Into The Car, And Went To McDonalds Right Down The Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Even Though The Culprit Was Not A Skinny Evil Bitch This One Time. The Entire Gym Expierence Just Didn't Suit Me. BIG People, Perhaps That Has Been Your Expierence, Too. There's Something About Gyms That Just Ain't Right--------Like No F.A.T. Instructors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94757933?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94757933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94757933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94757933' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94748804</id><published>2003-05-22T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T14:58:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Dixie Chicks Were Consistently Booed By Some Audience Members Last Night At The Country Music Awards. Vince Gill, The Host, Actually Told The Audience,During One Point In The Show, To "Stop It, Stop It, Do You Know Who Gets Blessed When You Forgive......YOU". The Dixie Chicks Performed Live Via Satellite From Their Home State....TEXAS, Where All Seemed To Be Forgiven&lt;br /&gt;The Ongoing Fued  Between The Chicks Lead Singer, Natalie Maines, and Country Crooner (Can I Vomit Now) Toby Keith. Natalie Sported A Tee-Shirt With "F.U.T.K" (Fuck You Toby Keith) Displayed Proudly Across Her Chest. As The Cermony Came To An  End, Toby Keith Was Announced Entertainer Of The Year, Only To Have Left The Building During The Show.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, He Was On A Plane Heading To Texas To Ask  Natalie And The Other Chicks To Forgive Him. My Advice: "Fuck Him Natalie, Put A Boot In HIS Ass, Girlfriend". &lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/news/article.aspx?news=123260"&gt;THE DIXIE CHICKS BOOED&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94748804?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94748804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94748804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94748804' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94722227</id><published>2003-05-22T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T01:39:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Skinny Evil Bitches And Exercise Is Overrated Continuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, After Weeks And Not A Sign Of A Toned Body On The Horizon, It Was Good-Bye To Work Out Machines And Hello, Exercise Classes. That's Right.&lt;br /&gt;When The Tae-Bo Craze Hit A Few Years Ago, I Decided To Give This Break A Hip Shit, A Try. Now, When Our Local ESO Center Advertised A Free Night Of Tae-Bo, Everybody And Their Grandmother Decided To Go And Give This A Try. When I Got There A Line Had Formed Out The Door And Was Half Way Up The Sidewalk. Shit, I'll Line Up To Eat, I May Even Stand In Line For A Party, But I'll Be Damned If I'm  Gonna Line Up To Sweat. But There I Was, Determined To Give It A Shot. Hell, I Felt As Though I Had Dropped Twenty Pounds Just Standing In The Damn Line.&lt;br /&gt;The Entire Time I Was Outside Waiting In Line, I Envisioned A Hunky Well Built Man Instructing The Class. That Was Clearly The ONLY Incentive For Me To Stand In That Damn Line To Begin With. When I Finally Made My Way Into The Class, Man, Was  I  Ever Shocked. Instead, It Was Some Tiny Female Instructor In Spandex Shorts With A Damn Microphone Wrapped Around Her Head.&lt;br /&gt;While The Regulars Were Getting Into Their  Regular Spots, She Was Getting Warmed Up To Kill Us. But, That Didn't Frighten The Fanatics, It Motivated Them. While Everyone Was Stretching, I Did A Quick Sweep Of The Room To Look For Men. Not One Was To Be Found. I Thought About Breaking Out Then, But Was Determined To Not Punk Out. That Is, Until The Music Started.&lt;br /&gt;There Was No Warm Up. That Skinny Evil Bitch Just Cranked The Music, And The Entire Class Fell Into The Tae-Bo Zone, And It Was Double Time For A Solid Hour. After Five Minutes Of Trying To Get Into The Step, I Was Like "Fuck It". I Didn't Care About Making It Through. But, Getting Out Of There Turned Into Survival  Of  The Fittest, With  Me  Against  Everyone  In  The  Room.&lt;br /&gt;See, With Tae-Bo, The Entire Class Is Moving In One Motion, And You've Got To Keep Up With The Crazy Instructor, Kind Of  Like  Doing The Electric Slide, Except At A Faster Pace. Everyone Was Kicking And Squatting Simultaneously At Fifty Fucking Miles An Hour. This STICK Of An Instructor------And The Fanatic Zombies Following Her Crazy Sped Up Ass-----Moved So Fast, There Was No Way For Me To Break Out, So I Looked Over At This Head Band Wearing Olivia Newton-John, Lets Get Physical, Wanna Be And  Said " Girl, Fuck This Shit ". So, I Jogged In Place Instead. But, That Made Them Mad, Because The F.A.T. Boy Was Fuckin' Up The Flow. The Fanatics Glared At Me As If To Say, Either Move It Or Move The Hell Out Of The Way. So, As Soon As I Could Make It Through This Maze, I Dashed Out Of That Torture Chamber And Never Looked Back. By The Time I Had Made It To The Car, I Was Swimming In Sweat And Hungry As Hell. My Hands Were Shaking So Bad, I Knew That My Blood Glucose Level Had Dropped From Playing With Them  Psycho Exericise Zombies, So I Made My Way To The Drive Thru Of POPEYES For A Six Piece And Biscuit Combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94722227?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94722227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94722227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94722227' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94721669</id><published>2003-05-22T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T00:46:03.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stevie Trivia: LIke A Charmed Hour And A Haunted Song&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;a href="http://www.fmlegacy.com/angel.htm"&gt;SONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94721669?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94721669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94721669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94721669' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94703270</id><published>2003-05-21T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T19:09:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Skinny Evil Bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Size People, I've Talked, And At Times Even Preached, About How Wonderful It Is To Be Of Real Size Status. How It's Time That BIG People Rise Up, Fight Skinny Evil Ones, And Claim Our Rightful Place. I Have Given Examples In Numerous Entry's Of Why The Enemy Needs To Be Destroyed, And Even Shared My Own Bit Of Personal History In Regards To Me And My Weight Through Out My Life.&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Go Back A Bit And Begin Explaining To You About The Journey That I Took When I Decided To Become Skinny. Looking Back At My Crazy Antics On Achieving That. If There Is Anything That I Have Come To Realize Now, It Is This. EXERCISE IS OVERRATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For That Two Years Or So, I Lost My Damn Mind-----AND A Hell Of A Lot Of Money-----Trying To Become A Slim Downed Faggot. What Can I Say? I Brought Into The Typical Stero-Types These Skinny Bitches And The Vast Majority Of Society Has Set Up For Us F.A.T. Folks.&lt;br /&gt;So, For Two Years, I Became A Fitnessed-Obsessed Fool. But, Don't Get It Twisted Now. When I First Started The Diet, I Did Not Want To Become A Twig By Any Means. I Wanted To Become Someone Who Would Be Noticed And Reckoned With. I Got All That In The End. But I Was Not Happy. And For What? Being The Size I am Today, I STILL Get all That. So Fuck It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aim Was To Sculpt The MEGA-Masterpiece My Godess Blessed Me With Into A Well-Toned Temple, And Though That Meant Sweating, I Did Not Necessarily Want To Kill Myself To Do It. So, At  First I Found A Way To Get The Job Done Without Ever Leaving The House, And With Visions Of The Man I Wanted To Become (Or So I Thought), I Rushed To The Damn Phone And Ordered Every Piece Of Work Out Equipment Known To Man. First The Ab Roller Arrived. $59.99, This One, Billed As The Origional Abdominal Exerciser Machine,Promised A Complete, No Non-Sense Work Out And Results In No Time. But Assembling This Damn Thing Was A Work Out Of Its Own. So Was Trying To Figure Out How The Hell To Do The Oblique Crunch, The Double Crunch, Or The Raised Leg Oblique. And Trying To Keep The Anti-Slip Power Stand From Slipping Made me Anti  Ab Roller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then The Bowflex Ultimate Arrived, And Baby, This Thing Was No Joke. At A Cost Of $1,200, This  Machine  Called  Itself  Quite  Possibley The Best Home Fitness Machine Ever Made, With Over Ninety Health-Club Quality Exercises And 410 Pounds Of Resistance, Rock-Hard Abs, Sculpted legs, And A Well Toned Physique All  Within Reach In Just Six Weeks, It Sounded Like A Winner, But When That BIG Ass Box  And Those Two Thousand Pieces Got To My House, You NEEDED Six Weeks Or Atleast A Ph.D In Mechanical Engineering Just To Figure Out How To Put The Damn Thing Together. It Was So Complicating And Frustrating That After The First Few Hours, It Got Tossed Into The Storage Area Along With The Ab Roller,The Nordic Track, The Torso Track, The Suzanne Summers Toning System, And The Mini Stepper That Arrived Just Before It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, Even A Slow Tread Mill Moved To Fast For My Fat Ass. When I Attempted To Raise The Incline, The Damn Thing Popped, Sparked, And Started To Smoke (joke). But, There Was No Need To Let A Perfectly Good Fitness Machine Go To Waste. Tread MIlls Make The Ideal Clothes Hangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94703270?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94703270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94703270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94703270' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94697923</id><published>2003-05-21T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T14:48:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In one of the most lengthy, drawn out, court battles ever, Anna Nicole Smith has been awarded $88.5 MIllion Dollars by a Federal judge in regards to her late husband's fortune.&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret that I love Anna  and think she is naturally beautiful. Many would debate her intellect. Many would debate her motives. I care about neither. I find her reality show quite entertaining. Season Finale of The Anna Nicole Show is June 1st. E! TV has alerted Anna that her show has been renewed for a Third Season if she would like to continue.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this $88.5 miliion win doesnt make her change her mind. &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/News/Items/0,1,9622,00.html"&gt;Anna Nicole Wins $88.5 Million&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94697923?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94697923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94697923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94697923' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94670013</id><published>2003-05-21T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T00:52:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May 26th is Stevie's Birthday. So,hop on over the THE &lt;a href="http://www.nicksfix.com"&gt;NICKS FIX&lt;/a&gt; and send to Stevie your Birthday Wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94670013?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94670013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94670013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94670013' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94669761</id><published>2003-05-21T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T00:44:56.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stevie Trivia: Love Somebody......Save Their Soul....Tie Them To Your Heaven.......Erase Their Hell&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;a href="http://www.fmlegacy.com/longdistance.htm"&gt;SONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94669761?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94669761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94669761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94669761' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94669659</id><published>2003-05-21T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T00:41:48.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac fans, now is the time to show your support. Click onto the link and submit your vote for Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac for Best Classic Rock Band. Both Stevie and The Mac are on the list. &lt;a href="http://www.arrowfm.com/contests/biggest.shtml"&gt;BEST CLASSIC ROCK BAND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94669659?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94669659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94669659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94669659' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94666476</id><published>2003-05-20T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T23:24:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Which Spice Girl Am I ? As If This Is A Total Surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033947723_-05-15geri.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Geri, aka Ginger Spice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94666476?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94666476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94666476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94666476' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94664210</id><published>2003-05-20T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T22:30:48.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Deborah Harry and the band BLONDIE. So, i decided to see "What BLONDIE Album Best Suits Me." Here's The Verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1032329388_plastic.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Love.  In Lust.  And a wee bit paranoid.  You&lt;br&gt;are Plastic Letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94664210?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94664210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94664210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94664210' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016408.post-94641449</id><published>2003-05-20T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T21:59:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I have been a practicing witch now for many years, i do believe in the "Karma" thing. Well, to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, If i believe that I have been wronged by someone or something,in truth, WAS I ? When explained to other people, will they agree? Or No? &lt;br /&gt;Well, today i found a great fun (Entertainment purpose only) site that can help you speed up that process of "Karma". Its called PIN STRUCK.&lt;br /&gt;It's Voodoo. You  type the email addy of the person that you feel has "Wronged you". They send to them a "You've been PIN STRUCK" Cursed letter and link. The best part: IN NO WAY CAN THEY EVER FIND OUT THAT IT WAS IN FACT YOU WHO SENT IT TO THEM!!!!!! I love that idea. It is harmless fun and allows you to achieve revenge without ACTUAL harm to one, or two, or three,well you get the picture (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,heres the link. Enjoy. &lt;a href="http://www.pinstruck.com"&gt;PIN STRUCK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016408-94641449?l=nicksfan30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94641449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016408/posts/default/94641449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksfan30.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94641449' title=''/><author><name>Ronnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17772143837832730442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
