<?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-15807771</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:07:43.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIFE OF A DBM</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the story of my life. What I do and what I observe in the normal course of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-110709852680900037</id><published>2007-06-19T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:19:15.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be like you</title><content type='html'>Last summer I met a young lady 13 years younger than me. We kicked it for about 3 months. First let me give you a little background she was doing well for a 26 year old College degree, Job, apartment and new car. So at the end of the month she had very little money. I never had her pay for anything; I even gave her money to buy a dress for her friends wedding. Let me also state for the record that we did not have sex, we did a lot of other things. Now the reason we did not have sex was first I was sleeping with two other women and second my “spider sense” told me that something is not right and you may not want to go there. I have had two stalkers in my life time so I tend to listen to that voice from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short we broke up, after one of my parties and she saw a lot of my female friends. Now the reason she stated for the not wanting to see me is that she wanted to be like me, buy a house, have more money, and find herself to figure things out what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. (Don’t we all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to three weeks ago and I see her looking good but PREGNANT. I laughed my ass off. The fucked up part is she act likes she owes me money and runs away when I tried to say “HI”.  On Saturday night I see her sister and she tell me that they still stay together in an apartment with no air condition and again she walks past me without speaking. Again I just laugh because I know that she is embarrassed knowing that she was already broke when I met her and with a child by herself (I asked her through an email the first time I saw her if she was getting married to the baby’s daddy and got no respond) she is going to be beneath broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish her the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-110709852680900037?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/110709852680900037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=110709852680900037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/110709852680900037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/110709852680900037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-to-be-like-you.html' title='I want to be like you'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-5337102436265965543</id><published>2007-06-19T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:31:45.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please shut up</title><content type='html'>This weekend I had a date with some I met online (another blog for another day) this was my second date with Ms.P. After the first date, I did not know if I was feeling her so I decided to give it another try. What a disaster, first we agreed on an 8:00 movie, I get there at 7:30 purchase the ticket and wait and wait and wait. At around 7:55 I get a call from her telling me she just left the house because her dad called with a personal matter (that is why they make cell phones so you can drive and talk at the same time). She finally makes it at about 8:45 (she got lost on the way to the theater). Strike #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exchange the tickets and we go to the concession stand and she complains about everything from how fattening Edy’s Dip are to the help and how kids are dumber know than they were when we were young.  Strike #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now watching the movie (Ocean’s Thirteen) and she TALKS through the WHOLE movie, with sound effects and questions. I wanted to be like Burt&lt;a href="http://www.videonett.no/Nyheter/MrSleeze/Bilder/RichardMulligan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.videonett.no/Nyheter/MrSleeze/Bilder/RichardMulligan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the old television show “Soap” and disappear. Strike #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. P. broke all my rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Call if you are going to be late (especially when going to the movies)&lt;br /&gt;2. Don’t complain about everything&lt;br /&gt;3. BE QUIET during a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say there will be no more dates with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The movie was alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-5337102436265965543?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/5337102436265965543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=5337102436265965543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/5337102436265965543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/5337102436265965543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2007/06/please-shut-up.html' title='Please shut up'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-7278035133092768650</id><published>2007-06-13T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:17:18.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>My weekend &lt;br /&gt;This weekend my boy came in town for Prince’s hometown Minneapolis, MN. This was his first time to the D and we had a great time. I showed him a lot of what we have to offer when it comes to women, from the hood rats to the MBA ladies. I’m telling you hanging out with my boy whom I had not seen in 3 years were like old time. It just shows me that jobs come and go but friends stay forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-7278035133092768650?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/7278035133092768650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=7278035133092768650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/7278035133092768650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/7278035133092768650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-2104074341595315827</id><published>2007-06-13T21:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:16:17.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>TMI Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the meanest thing you've ever done/said to a lover/loved one?&lt;br /&gt;Leave her while she was gone on a weekend trip. (My ex-wife)&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever had sex on an elevator?&lt;br /&gt;Who do I look like Johnny Gill?&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever lied about a rash and said it was a birthmark? OR Have you ever lied about a birthmark and said it was a rash?&lt;br /&gt;No Janet Jackson going on here.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had sex on a beach or in the water at a beach/pool?&lt;br /&gt;No but I did it at a park once.&lt;br /&gt;5. How old are you? How old do you feel? =P&lt;br /&gt;39 but I feel 29&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you or your partner been injured so badly during sex that you/they had to go to the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;Never hospital injured but I have been sore the next day.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you been to a strip club or "titty bar"? (Hooters does NOT count.) If so, did you get a lap dance?&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day I would go and get a lap dance but giving away money is not my thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever had a "blog crush" (i.e., a crush on someone, of whatever gender, that you haven't met in person but only know through their blog)? Who? (Link, please, if you dare!) =P&lt;br /&gt;Yes and her name is chubby chocolate @ http://chubbychocolate.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-2104074341595315827?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/2104074341595315827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=2104074341595315827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/2104074341595315827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/2104074341595315827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2007/06/tmi-tuesday_13.html' title='TMI Tuesday'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-6831707224259235047</id><published>2007-06-05T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:44:16.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't want the world to know.</title><content type='html'>In a couple of weeks, I going to have a birthday. I'm very happy that I going to celebrate another year on this great earth. The issue is that I don't want to have a party or big whip to do. First let me state that all my friends this year have had get together or party for the same reason that they want me to do the same. They have turned the big 40. I don't want the world to know that I'm that old. Now before you call me a punk if you ask me my age I will tell, but I don't want to just freely give out that information. The funny part is that everyone is talking about me, saying that I'm over reacting. I don't care, I have nothing planned. I will probably just go to my favorite bar have a few drink and thank GOD for another year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-6831707224259235047?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/6831707224259235047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=6831707224259235047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/6831707224259235047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/6831707224259235047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-want-world-to-know.html' title='Don&apos;t want the world to know.'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-7943585537186351618</id><published>2007-06-05T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:29:50.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Should guys wear pink?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes if it is a shirt or polo short, I have a couple of pink shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes open at first need to see what kind of responds I'm getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is the first "non-physical" feature you tend to notice about a person you find attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A matching voice. I know this is f**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ked&lt;/span&gt; up, but if her voice does not match her features than its off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever showered with someone of the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Course being a man I usually jump in the shower with a woman, (a shower cap is turnoff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Would you rather receive amazing oral sex or have amazing sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing sex involves amazing oral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-7943585537186351618?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/7943585537186351618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=7943585537186351618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/7943585537186351618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/7943585537186351618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2007/06/tmi-tuesday.html' title='TMI Tuesday'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-2214358195425920798</id><published>2007-06-03T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:17:18.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting off my chest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pik4LKOuRAk/RmMhjb-OQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/GHyNstYNKWc/s1600-h/Prison08.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071934498037187538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pik4LKOuRAk/RmMhjb-OQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/GHyNstYNKWc/s200/Prison08.sized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in prison for three year. (not a real prison) but a prison in my mind. I had a boss for over 4 years who took away my spirit. This evil person beat me down like no other person I have ever let in my life. This person made me sick physically. I had to take many medical test, only to find out, that nothing was wrong with me. I finally quit that job three years ago and it has taken me that long to get that person out of my life and quit second guessing myself. I have decided to blog again to make the world aware that life is too short to let one person take your joy away. Quit being afraid and start living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-2214358195425920798?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/2214358195425920798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=2214358195425920798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/2214358195425920798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/2214358195425920798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-off-my-chest.html' title='Getting off my chest.'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pik4LKOuRAk/RmMhjb-OQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/GHyNstYNKWc/s72-c/Prison08.sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-5745340086385266992</id><published>2007-06-03T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:30:31.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do Sista's Want?</title><content type='html'>Could someone tell me what do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sista's&lt;/span&gt; want please tell me because that is the Million dollar questions. I have known this fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; we shall call "PR". Now I love PR and everyone who knows me can attest to the fact, I want to sleep with her as bad as a crack head need crack. Before you say why don't you ask her out. I did this one night and got the line "Twin we are friends, blah blah blah",I did not hear much after that. Also all the time I have known PR she is out with her girls complaining how she can't find a man.&lt;br /&gt;Well last night I see PR looking as fine as ever out with her girl. She goes and tell me that she went to St. Martin alone, telling me that she is her own best company. My minds start spinning like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;1. Why waste the fun and sun of the island alone, are you looking for him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pik4LKOuRAk/RmMGE7-OQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s4sV_PAC3HQ/s1600-h/gayhusband.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071904287237227458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pik4LKOuRAk/RmMGE7-OQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s4sV_PAC3HQ/s200/gayhusband.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You have no side dick you can call?&lt;br /&gt;3. You could not call ME?&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone broke for 4 days of fun,sun and PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now PR is not the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; I see around town who is all ways complaining how they are no good brothers. My question is what is wrong with YOU? Have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; set the bar so high that no brother but GOD is good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-5745340086385266992?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/5745340086385266992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=5745340086385266992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/5745340086385266992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/5745340086385266992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-do-sistas-want.html' title='What do Sista&apos;s Want?'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pik4LKOuRAk/RmMGE7-OQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s4sV_PAC3HQ/s72-c/gayhusband.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-7113211500467923084</id><published>2007-05-31T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:52:33.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing My First Love</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogged&lt;/span&gt;. I need to keep everyone up to date on what I have been doing. Around a year ago I saw my first love for the first time in 26 years. Well let me give you a little background before I get into the story. I have blogged about this before so I going to give the Cliff Notes version. Went together in middle school (ups and down as it goes from 6 &amp;amp; 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade). She moves away, I wonder what happens to her through out the years. My best friends finds her takes another three years to actually see her because her much older husband thinks I going to take her away. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; he dies and we agree to me. I plan my trip around the week of July forth week. I go to the ATL and then head to SC to see her. I drive 5 or 6 hours and of course I have all these vision of what she will look like. Now I'm not going to lie I also have fantasy of maybe we will hit it off and one things leads to another. Let me cut to the chase. I get to her house and she meets me and when I say "DAMN" I mean it. She looked about 80 years old. I don't know what kind of life she lived but let just say that her Jasmine Guy, and Lisa Bonet all have the same old genes. All my hopes and Dreams went right out the window. I kow this is selffish but I was readyto go home right away but I could not be rude. We went out to dinner and caught up on old time. With my fantasy gone I ended up leaving that night getting a hotel room and coming home in the morning. I know that GOD has a sense of humor because he laughed along with myself on how could I have thought this meeting was going to be like the movies. Ha Ha Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present Day: We still keep in touch and she is cool and I hope she never reads this but the lesson is that "you can look back but you can't go back"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-7113211500467923084?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/7113211500467923084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=7113211500467923084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/7113211500467923084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/7113211500467923084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2007/05/seeing-my-first-love.html' title='Seeing My First Love'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-8638282110590374140</id><published>2007-05-31T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:41:15.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it has been a long time</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I posted. I need to post because it makes me feel better. A lot has been going on since my last post and I will catch everyone up. My first decision is not to let everyone know I back on line just post and see who see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-8638282110590374140?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/8638282110590374140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=8638282110590374140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/8638282110590374140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/8638282110590374140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-has-been-long-time.html' title='it has been a long time'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-114084623758239445</id><published>2006-02-25T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:43:57.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a small recap from the last month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have not posted in a month: I have been keeping some notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog for January 29, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to see the movie Something New with Sanaa Lathan and Blair Underwood. The story in a nutshell is how a sista says she can’t find a good brother and ends up going out with a white man. Now mind you a sister had to help write this story because it was accurate in portraying how black women have a check list of 1,000,000 things before they will go out with a black man. Nice hair, smooth skin, nice car, right school, etc. It expresses how black women have all these hang ups and are uptight and that a brother ain’t got a chance in hell to make them happy. Now here comes the Knight in shining armor. He does not have to have 999,999 things thing that is on the sister list and he gets a date and the drawers. Now mind you I went with a sister to see this movie and she got upset when I pointed out that the women of color in the film are just like her and her friends UPTIGHT. They are all over 30 some 40 and still looking for Mr. Perfect. Mind you they are all crying about how they are sick and tired of sitting at home alone, and US brothers kicking it with white girls. The discussion continued with her agreeing that yes they are uptight but they are nothing wrong with having standards. I continued to point out that every one has standard but they also have to be realistic. I also shared with her that I have seen more women settle for less than, all the while turning down the “Good” Brother just because he may not be a 9 or 10 in the looks department. The movie was good in the fact that it created a dialog for us to talk again about the state of Black love.&lt;br /&gt;My review of the movie is only 2 out of 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Blog for February 22, 2006,&lt;br /&gt;I have had a lot going on in the last month and have not had a lot of time to put me out on the web. I will try to make things short and sweet because I hate long blogs. First and foremost I had to go California for a big meeting. Meetings are as meeting go but the most tripped out thing that happen is that a punk N***A from ATL, tried to hit on me. I mean a brother on the DL. Now anyone who knows me knows I don’t play that. Not only was I offend that he actually stepped to me like that but he had the nerve to ask a female friend of mine if she could hook him up with some of her female friends. It was a blessing for him that we were at a work function or I would have beaten the shit out of his punk ass. This is the reason that AIDS is killing in our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog part II&lt;br /&gt;I missed all of Super bowl week here in Detroit. I was in California and the Weather was lovely. I missed the parties and everything that went along with it. The plus side is that the weather was 70 degrees plus and I got to hang out by the pool and relax, In between the meeting and the drinks after the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog part III&lt;br /&gt;I meet a secondary virgin. First and foremost this woman is fine as hell but she told me that she is now a secondary virgin. What the hell is that? After she done gave it away to more than one person for free or dinner and a movie. The next brother has to buy the whole cow, without getting a glass of milk. Ain’t that a bleep? I’ am serious thinking about pushing the limit and seeing how fast it will take me to it but I’m too old to waste my MONEY and energy on a hope and a prayer. They are too many women who will give it away for something less than marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank all of you for being so patient during this month of crazy ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-114084623758239445?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/114084623758239445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=114084623758239445' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/114084623758239445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/114084623758239445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2006/02/small-recap-from-last-month.html' title='a small recap from the last month'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113807706163700323</id><published>2006-01-23T23:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:31:01.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ployer.com/archives/treo%20650%20jan%2027.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ployer.com/archives/treo%20650%20jan%2027.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have been gone for a minute. I have not posted in a while. I have no excuses except I have been enjoying life and and new toy. A &lt;a href="http://web.palm.com/"&gt;Treo650&lt;/a&gt; (I heard the 700 sucks). So I can check my email from my phone and have not been in front of my desk top in a while. I also have been going out a lot. Making up for lost time (having a job will do that to you). I also have been getting phone numbers and getting back in the dating scene. The thing is that I have been meeting these 20 something females. I Talked to one and she said something about 35 BEING OLD, mind you I'm 38. Of Course I have not told her how old Twin is or the fact I was married while she was thinking about SAT, ACT or running for class president. I also have been getting beef from some of my friends, because they keep stressing to me that I will never settle down if I keep going out with children.(They all have been over the age of 22).&lt;br /&gt;Now that I back dating again, I realize that I hate spending the money. Another thing that bothers me is the representative. You know the representative, who makes you seem perfect until the real person shows up. This usually happen after you sleep with them or after around 3 months. ( I rarely reach the 3 month mile marker) .&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not my best post but I have to keep in touch with my blog friends and let you all know that 2006 is starting out better than 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113807706163700323?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113807706163700323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113807706163700323' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113807706163700323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113807706163700323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-is-happening.html' title='Life is happening'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113668768992162005</id><published>2006-01-07T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T21:34:49.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How long is too long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How long is too long for a person to date his boy's ex-girlfriend? This is a question I have pondered for a long time. Is it okay if you get permission? The reason I ask was that I was out to dinner with a bunch of friends last night and I see a familiar face. I get the girl a drink and across from her is one of the most beautiful women I have seen in a long time. After I point her out to my boy who was sitting next to her, he says to me I used to hit it back in the day. What! When! and how come you are just telling me this now. I know we all have women we have hit and not told some people but I'm your boy. You would think that of the 200 million conversation we have had in the past SHE would have came up. He says to me it was a long time ago (more than 10 years) and he would not have any problems with me talking to her. I was now in a dilemma. I wanted to talk to her but knowing that my boy hit it and that he would talk shit, I passed for the moment. ( I did meet another female later) I was wondering who out there has a rule of never dating a friend's ex or what is the status of limitation where they are fair game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;MY RULE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have a rule not a Ten Commandment rule, but a break the ice rule. If I'm out and I see someone who catches my eye and I can observe that she is not with someone or has a ring on her finger, I get the bartender to buy her a drink. I know what you are thinking. That must get expensive. NO I don't do this all the time just about once a month. Well last night I practiced my rule. After I did this, one of my boys said I was dumb. His reasoning is that I should not spend any money on a women unless I have a chance to hit it. I counter with that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard. I'm being freindly and I sure she will come over and say "thank you" and that is my way of getting a conversation started. Well it worked. Drink was brought and I got the number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113668768992162005?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113668768992162005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113668768992162005' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113668768992162005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113668768992162005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-long-is-too-long.html' title='How long is too long.'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113591204428213802</id><published>2005-12-29T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:12:44.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New for 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;My List of Things I will do in 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The older I get, I realize that when I write things down. I tend to be more focus. Now that the whole world can see my list I hope the added pressure will give me the extra kick in my Ass, when I get to slippin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) Network: I will join a group(s). I feel that I need to network more and expand my business and personal circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Appreciate: I will appreciate the blessing that I have in my life. Less looking at "what if" or "if only" and concentrate on what I have and be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Praise: Praise GOD! GOD put a mirror in Twin's face in 2005 and showed me that he has a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Openness: To more things and not form an opinion before I frown all up and say that I not going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Smile: Something I did not do a lot in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Stop: Wasting money, time , and opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Reevaluate: Friends, finaces, my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Dinner last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had dinner last night with a bunch of people who I have known since High School. What makes this group so special is that they grow up together and accepted me when I moved to a new city at the age of 16. I lost touch with them for a while but fate (a death) brought us back together. I also had to say that what made the dinner so special along with the conversation is that when the bill came we spilt it &lt;strong&gt;10 Ways.&lt;/strong&gt; No fighting about who had what and taking 4 hours to pay the bill. Thanks you S-L group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My boy "Zeck" again who says that one White girl who I would sleep with was not enough. He asked me to post another one, who I would sleep with if given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa Marie Presley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thorstenczub.de/esquire_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thorstenczub.de/esquire_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes I know she was married to Michael Jackson, but we know he did not hit it. So I would give her the experience of what a real brother feels likes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113591204428213802?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113591204428213802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113591204428213802' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113591204428213802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113591204428213802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-for-2006.html' title='New for 2006'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113573263111331849</id><published>2005-12-27T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T21:27:28.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My day in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0079.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/IMG_0079.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As many of you know I was in training on the east coast. Well I got a chance to hang out in New York for one day. I arrived at 10:30am. Me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Suz" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hung out (yes my best friend) she moved there for good a few weeks ago. Now before we met I told her that there were two things I wanted to do 1. see the Statue of Liberty 2. See the play &lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusicaltour.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Well the first one was easy we took the Staten Island ferry and I got a chance to see it. The second task was not so easy. The Suz could not get tickets and the only tickets I could find were $175 and up. So I told her let go see if we could get cancelled ticked at the box office. Well as we arrived at the theatre there was a long line. I knew this could not be the cancelled tickets line so we went inside. Inside we were informed that the line outside was for a raffle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meaning if you won the raffle you would only have to pay $25 dollars for tickets. Well I entered, we won and to top it off our tickets were in the &lt;strong&gt;FRONT ROW&lt;/strong&gt;. The play was excellent and I guarantee you will never look at the "Wizard of OZ" the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/IMG_0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.targetmarketnews.com/_borders/p-mooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.targetmarketnews.com/_borders/p-mooney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Paul Mooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before we went to see&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I saw that Paul Mooney was performing. I love Paul, his comedy is raw and insightful. Well when we signed up for tickets I thought his show would start at 10 or 11. Oh no just my luck it started at 12:30am and the host of the venue said he could be on for 1 1/2 hours or 3 hours. This was also before we knew that his best friend Richard Pryor had passed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: (R.I.P.) Brother Richard, I still remember how me and my friends would sneak to play you records with the sound so low we would have to place our ear to the speaker&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well the last&lt;/span&gt; train back to New Jersey left at 1:40am and the next train did not leave until 5:14am. Well I decided I had to see Paul and he did perform and again his show was off the hook. Not only was his comedy on point but he keep talking about white people and how they treat the world like it belongs to them. As he was doing this he keep looking at this white guy next to me who did not laugh the whole show ( but his wife did). One last this that made the show awesome was seeing Paul's girlfriend butt crack. Who is his girlfriend ? None other than "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.staciej.com/"&gt;Stacy J&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" of the Apprentice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sptimes.com/2004/10/27/images/tbt_stacy_199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sptimes.com/2004/10/27/images/tbt_stacy_199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After the show I got back to my hotel room at about 6:30am. It was a long 20 hours but thank "SUZ" for a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113573263111331849?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113573263111331849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113573263111331849' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113573263111331849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113573263111331849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-day-in-new-york.html' title='My day in New York'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113533888562964941</id><published>2005-12-23T05:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T06:54:45.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK</title><content type='html'>After being gone for 3 weeks at training and working it is good to be back. I was training in New Jersey and Pittsburgh. If you want to know what Twin does for a living read the comical book of my profession "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0740750399/qid=1135336795/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/002-9592641-0284830?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hard Sell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" . The hotel was the worse, it was hot and dry, causing me to get daily nose bleeds and having a hard time sleeping. It was a big training class with lots of non-members and only 4 members (brothers and sisters). Everyone was cool. There were a few women who thought they had jungle fever. However, when I told them I have crossed that fence and  you are not  ready for the fact that  "when you go black, you never go back", they go scared and said they could not do it. Too scared of what family and friend may think, even in 2005, racism is alive and well. It really came out when they were drinking.Explain to Twin  how they always had dreams about hooking up with a brother and since they were away from home, we could do it. I had to say "NO" because drunk white girl in bed with a brother= rape in the morning. I don't do drunk women, black or white. First I want you to remember our lovemaking session and second again drunk consensual sex at night, can lead to allegations of rape in the morning. I have seen it happen. All in all it was good and I'm glad to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have to tell you about my trip to New York.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. I got a call about someone who read my blog and said I was a racist for using the word "Keebler" . Now anyone who knows me can attest that I love everyone not matter what color. So for my boy "Zeck" who told me to forget them and post a "Keebler" I would love to get with and be her baby daddy here you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;JENNA VON OY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/upn_parkers_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/upn_parkers_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113533888562964941?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113533888562964941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113533888562964941' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113533888562964941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113533888562964941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113366033577240169</id><published>2005-12-03T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:21:19.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First and Foremost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need to make a confession I'm a thief. I stole a term from&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;a href="http://plicious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pammie&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and have been using it in my everyday talk. Pam thank you for the word "Keebler"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;p.s. this is all in fun so don't get offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thoughts and rants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why don't some people use a wash cloth when they take a shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why is it that when a convicted killer is about to get killed he does not want to die and begs for his life. (He/She did not stop when the victim asked for their life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that in every obituary you read it says "He found GOD on..." when you know they only went to church for weddings or funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is funeral food the best food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when the lotto is for a lot of money, your friends say I know you are going to give me a few million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do women tell you what they "want" in a man and when they get one he is the complete opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why did "Kevin Hill" get cancelled and "EVE" did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;First, Last, Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First job: Caddy at a Private Golf Course&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: ACE (Tempest was my best game)&lt;br /&gt;First funeral: My Aunt&lt;br /&gt;First pet: Gold fish just like everyone else in the Hood&lt;br /&gt;First piercing: Only one in my left ear&lt;br /&gt;First tattoo: Don't Have Any&lt;br /&gt;First credit card: Hudson's (now Marshal Fields soon to be Macy's&lt;br /&gt;First kiss: April&lt;br /&gt;First enemy: Reggie (he had our house broken into and stole our video game and television after I kicked his ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: 7:00 this evening home from my parents&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: November&lt;br /&gt;Last movie watched: Batman Begins&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: Instant Ice tea my mother maid&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: Left a message for David&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: This morning&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: The Hits and B-side by Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited: &lt;a href="http://www.http://brainsandbooty.blogspot.com"&gt;www.http://brainsandbooty.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken: Single and looking&lt;br /&gt;Gender: male&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: June 22nd&lt;br /&gt;Sign: cancer&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: 1 Brothers (TWIN)&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing: Jeans, a grey "Michigan State" sweat shirt, white socks, Nike running shoes, Calvin Klein white Boxers Briefs&lt;br /&gt;Drinking: about to get some water&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about: My new training class&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Florida State vs Virginia Tech in the ACC championship game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Going for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will be in training for the next two weeks so I will not be posting very often. I will keep everyone up to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113366033577240169?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113366033577240169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113366033577240169' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113366033577240169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113366033577240169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-and-foremost.html' title='First and Foremost'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113330512843301505</id><published>2005-11-29T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:33:55.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Class reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On Saturday I went to my 20th class reunion. Now keep in mind this was the second class reunion I attended in as many days (previous post). My Twin reunion was $65, open bar and a sit down dinner ( I did not pay or eat but I did drink). Now my reunion was $85 , cash bar and appetizer. To but it best, I felt like I got fucked with no vasaline. I did see a few people whom I was cool with back in the day. One of my former classmate was the producer of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0115369/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Spin City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(in fact the black guy character is loosely based on him) and now is the producer of "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Scrubs/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;". I did have an okay time except for the $85 cover charge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Tingle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important is "The Tingle"? You know "The Tingle" that feeling you get when you meet someone who makes you feel like you just hit the number. That person who you treat differently than anyone else you are seeing at the time. I have had "The Tingle" three times in my life. I have been hurt by her every time. You know heart break hurt. The kind of hurt were you want to scream why is life unfair and when am I going to get the Ace on the River. I not trying to get all sappy on everyone. I just wanted to vent for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113330512843301505?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113330512843301505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113330512843301505' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113330512843301505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113330512843301505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-class-reunion.html' title='My Class reunion'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113298089593549069</id><published>2005-11-25T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:54:55.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother class reunion</title><content type='html'>I went to my brother 20th class reunion. Now I went to the same high school he graduated from for only one year (10th) but there are people who believe I graduated from this high school along with him. I was not going to attend but I got a phone call demanding that I come and say "hi". My only statement is that I wish I knew then what I know now. I would have sleep or tried to sleep with a few teenage that I felt were not "fine" enough back then. It was funny because I did have a reputation of being a player back then and it came up tonight. One of the female at the reunion asked me who I was pimpin. This was after it got out that I sleep with one of there classmate's wife a couple of years ago. (He was not there and I found out that they are now divorced, at he works at JCPenny) The funny part was that the girl who asked me the pimpin question, husband was there but she was all in my grill and God knows that I would be in hers tonight if he was not there. It also was the usually women who were fine then and are fine now. It was also sad to her about the people who had died or who are in prison. Now my class reunion is tommorow and I hope that I have as much fun as I had tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;My Thanksgiving day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was the bomb. My brother came in town and we surprised our parents. The food was off the hook and I ate like a pig. I then went and ate at The Suz's sister house and she had enough food to feed a small nation. However, I ended up getting sick. Not because I ate too much but something triggered one of my food allergies. I also got to see My hometown team lose (The Detroit Lions) but it was all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113298089593549069?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113298089593549069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113298089593549069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113298089593549069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113298089593549069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-brother-class-reunion.html' title='My brother class reunion'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113272634940425774</id><published>2005-11-23T00:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T01:12:29.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife or Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/jayne5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/320/jayne5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.usatoday.com/news/health/spotlight/_photos/2001-07-25-jkennedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.usatoday.com/news/health/spotlight/_photos/2001-07-25-jkennedy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When does the woman you marry become her mother ? One of my boy called me the other day, crying about how he is going to leave his wife. I know it is not proper to get in grown folks business but I had to know why. Was she having an affair ? Did she pull a Maury Povish and tell you that one of the kids may not be yours. What was it. After pulling out his teeth to get him to talk. He goes "she has turned into her mother". I asked what does that mean. He goes on to say she is dressing like her mother, looking more like her mother (gray hair, clothes she wear, gray coochie, etc) everyday. He say that he can't sleep with her anymore because he is not turned on. Everytime he looks at her he see his mother in law. What about when she has no clothes on. He explains thats worse, because all he can think about is that he is about to do it to his Mother in Law. All I could do is laugh and ask what did he expect. He said he expected his wife to look like the woman he married not his wife's mother. I tell him don't leave because as he get older I'm sure he will look more like his father. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113272634940425774?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113272634940425774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113272634940425774' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113272634940425774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113272634940425774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/11/wife-or-mother_23.html' title='Wife or Mother'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113272373379686513</id><published>2005-11-23T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:28:53.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sherylweb.com/holidays/images/fset4wlcm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sherylweb.com/holidays/images/fset4wlcm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To all of those who read my blog or for those who just happen to stop by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113272373379686513?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113272373379686513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113272373379686513' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113272373379686513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113272373379686513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113226408918894064</id><published>2005-11-17T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T00:22:41.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dating story</title><content type='html'>I know I have very poor in posting but this new job have me taking quizzes and test everyday. I have not done this much studying since undergrad.&lt;br /&gt;I got and email yesterday inviting me to speed date. I have seen this type of dating on t.v. and in the movie &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/hitch/"&gt;Hitch&lt;/a&gt;. I have not made up my mind if I want to participate in this type of activity. I know I need to jump start my dating because of being out of the loop for so long due to my unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;This got me to remembering a date from hell that I had a few years ago. I met this person at a club I used to frequent back in the day. We meet, talk, and set up a date. Let me first tell you that this person was a teacher. Well if I had children and she was their teacher I would demand a new teacher. This woman did not even know who was the President of the United States. She was dumb as a box of rocks. I was trying to hold a conversation with her and it was like talking to a three year old child. What also made the date very bad was that she could not pronounce basic words you read in a menu. I was embarrassed for her. Let just say I could not wait for the date to end and when it ended she called me back saying she had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;I will leave everyone with this statement. If I meet one more person who says that a good man is one who goes to church every Sunday. I'm going to scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113226408918894064?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113226408918894064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113226408918894064' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113226408918894064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113226408918894064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/11/dating-story.html' title='dating story'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113178161822638372</id><published>2005-11-12T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T16:55:55.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a good post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kenscollectables.home.att.net/Pix/lb-m1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://kenscollectables.home.att.net/Pix/lb-m1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good post&lt;br /&gt;I need to post what happen to me tonight. First and foremost I don't believe in co-ed baby showers. I need to ask all my fellow bloggers if I was wrong. I met this attractive lady and we started to talk and her how basis of the conversation was that a man must know the lord if he was to talk to her. My point was that if a man if fatithful to her it did not matter if he went to church twice a week. Because I have known many a person who claim they were with the lord but were low down dirty dogs. Now the only reason I was at this shower was because the Suz ask me to go because Crystal has no friends. Now as I was about to leave I asked Crystal where was The Suz. Crystal said that I could not see her. Well I demand to see her and Crystal said I don't care what kind of demented relationship you have I won't let you see her. Well I found her and the Suz said to call her later. It was then that as I left Crystal house she began to cuss me out. Saying that I ain't shit and don't come back to her house. Well she won't have to worry I will never say dog, cat, etc to her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I first need to address something I'm not having a baby and the person having the baby is crazy. When most of the people at the shower were her husband friends because she does not have any friends but The Suz, this is the answer to all of your questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113178161822638372?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113178161822638372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113178161822638372' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113178161822638372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113178161822638372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-post.html' title='a good post'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113159830895000227</id><published>2005-11-09T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:51:48.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry I have not posted in a minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sorry I have not posted in a minute but my new job is keeping me busy so I will have to catch everyone up when I get a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113159830895000227?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113159830895000227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113159830895000227' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113159830895000227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113159830895000227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorry-i-have-not-posted-in-minute.html' title='sorry I have not posted in a minute'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113104251044574252</id><published>2005-11-03T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:39:27.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things about TWIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;7 things I plan to do before I die... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sleep with a famous person - 7 women on my list will be at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;Travel to Europe - Never wanted to go to Africa but always wanted to see this part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Get a Masters or Law Degree - I have to become more marketable.&lt;br /&gt;Hit the lottery - not the 3 or 4 digit but the really BIG one.&lt;br /&gt;Have a family - Wife, Kids, bigger house the whole nine.&lt;br /&gt;See my first love - Don't know why but I have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Break 80 in golf - I have never been close but I will keep trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;7 things I can do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cook - Yes ladies I can throw down.&lt;br /&gt;Fix stuff -I a regular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.rtl.nl/components/soaps/homeimprovement/logoentimallen.jpg"&gt;Tim Allen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quote line from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jamieross.com/autographs/sanfordandson.jpg"&gt;Sanford and Son&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- me and the other twin do it all the time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eat out - not like at a restaurant but like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.cnn.net/cnn/2003/SHOWBIZ/Music/01/22/rkelly.accusations/story.r.kelly.mug.shot.jpg"&gt;R. Kelly &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in his porn video ( the first lady not the little girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tune people out - If I feel you are not worth my time, I will dismiss you like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/artists/az/kwame/artist.jhtml"&gt;Kwame&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Read a book in one sitting - I have finished many a books in a day.&lt;br /&gt;Get bored very easy - I have the attention span of a nat, my mind must be stimulated for me to have any interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;7 things I can't do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Speak a foreign language - Didn't learn in school, so now I have very little interest.&lt;br /&gt;Date a smoker - I hate smoke and don't like kissing ash trays.&lt;br /&gt;Own a gun - I hate guns because it makes cowards a so called hero.&lt;br /&gt;Whistle - Never learn how to do this skills.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with a skinny girl -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/war_of_the_worlds/nicole_richie/warworldsprek.jpg"&gt;Nicole Richie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you hear me, I like a little meat on my bones.&lt;br /&gt;Understand Racism - What a waste of energy to dislike someone because of their culture.&lt;br /&gt;Eat peas - By far one of the most disgusting thing on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;7 things that attract me to the opposite sex... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eyes - They are the window to the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Feet - If you have pretty feet, I will give you all of my little pay check.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent - You must be able to hold a decent conversation with all types of people on all types of subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Skin tone - I have been called "color struck".&lt;br /&gt;Having her own stuff - Don't say you want a man with money when you are poor.&lt;br /&gt;Lips - I like them soft (you can get carmax anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;Everything - I know this is a cop out but I love women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;7 things i say most often...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Get you Coat" - It means when a game is over.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have a line but can I take you out to dinner" - my pick up line, if you want to call it that.&lt;br /&gt;"Man what Rump Roast" - Fred Sanford&lt;br /&gt;"You pay and I will get the tip" - Hey I have been out of a job for the last 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;"let me buy you a drink" - Another pickup line&lt;br /&gt;" I'm never drinking again" - Not often but enough&lt;br /&gt;"Fu*k, Sh*t, Da*m, etc" - I play a lot of golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;7 celebrity crushes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rachel True - I would love to be her other "Half"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tedstrong.com/graphics/true004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tedstrong.com/graphics/true004.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tedstrong.com/graphics/true004.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tedstrong.com/graphics/true004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alicia Keys - Please be my "Boo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2004/10/25/alicia_keys_narrowweb__200x283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2004/10/25/alicia_keys_narrowweb__200x283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yvette Wilson - I like a thick girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.com.com/tv/images/processed/thumb/a9/79/10380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://image.com.com/tv/images/processed/thumb/a9/79/10380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Melissa Desousa - I would be her "Best Man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img29.photobucket.com/albums/v86/soapsite/street/donna05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img29.photobucket.com/albums/v86/soapsite/street/donna05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sanna Lathan - I would love to play "Love and Basketball" with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.candybox.ca/catfish/Sanna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.candybox.ca/catfish/Sanna1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Pam Grier - I would put cream in her "Coffy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvideostore.com/content/people/pics/pam_grier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.myvideostore.com/content/people/pics/pam_grier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Danielle Nicolet - I would love her the first our the "Second time Around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.com.com/tv/images/processed/thumb/a9/79/10380.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeffgoode.com/tv/undressed/02season/corey.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jeffgoode.com/tv/undressed/02season/corey.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7 people I want to pass this too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The next seven people who read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113104251044574252?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113104251044574252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113104251044574252' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113104251044574252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113104251044574252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/11/7-things-about-twin.html' title='7 Things about TWIN'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113097442913367827</id><published>2005-11-02T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:34:54.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT A JOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;I got a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;It is a official, I got a job. After 9 months of unemployment. Thank you God. I can now pay back all of those who helped me during this time of need. Also Thank you to all my family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rosa Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The funeral is finally over. It took God a shorter time to create the heaven and earth. This had to be the longest funeral in history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was going to see her in state. I figured that if I leave after Nip/Tuck then the line would not be too long. This was so wrong. The line was sooo long. I got there at about midnight and the line was as long as the eye can see. As I drove by I asked a man who was leaving how long did he stay in line and he said 4 and a half hours. That would have meant I would have been there until close to 5am. I'm sorry but I could not do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113097442913367827?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113097442913367827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113097442913367827' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113097442913367827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113097442913367827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-got-job.html' title='I GOT A JOB'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113042163444478663</id><published>2005-10-27T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:00:34.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stalker(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fenwick.pvt.k12.il.us/students/FilmClub/images/psycho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fenwick.pvt.k12.il.us/students/FilmClub/images/psycho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My stalker(s) stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have had two stalkers in my life. Both were crazy as a coocoo clock. I will make these stories as short as possible because they could go on forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Stalker #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The first one I will call "Gen". Twin met Gen at one of the parks I can't remember. She seemed cool and we went out and had a great time. Now being the dog that man tend to be, I just wanted the panties. So one night we are at her friends house, kissing, taking off clothes, etc and she goes when 'when I give myself to you, you will have my heart". This should have been a sign but I did not know at the time this would lead to one night of pleasure for months of pain. She began to call and ride by my parents house ( I still lived at home), saying that I used her. Well after a while she must have found someone else to bug because things just stopped. Until a few years later I was at church with my now ex-wife. I walk in and guess who I see "Gen". I was shaking in my boots. She did not say or doing anything. I was hopeful this would be my last encounter with a psycho but no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stalker #2 aka "Nutbag"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Nutbag" yes this is what I call her and so do all my friends who meet her. I learned the hard way that when someone's says they are not crazy, they are crazy!!!! My divorced was just final and I was feeling down and horny. I ran across an old schoolmate who I had heard was a freak. This freak was 'Nutbag'. I won't bore you with the detail but after a few months I let her move in with me. This is when things really go bad. She would stay up all night, sometimes I would get up out of bed and she would be gone. Telling me she just left to take a drive, at 3:00 am. She  would threaten to kill herself, ( I still have a knife missing from my culinary set). Things got really bad when someone called the police because the argument was so loud as I was trying to get her to leave my apartment. The policeman was laughing as I was telling him the story and he says to me "I have been in your situation before". After they put her out, she calls and says that she has no place to go and that she is very sick and the doctors said she might not live long. Long story short another lie. One of her friends called me explaining everything about 'Nutbag' is one big lie. How I was not the first person she lied to about being sick just to get free room and board. After I got rid of her she stalked me for another 11 months. Calling me no less that 30 times a day for the first 8 of these months. "Nutbag" cost me many sleepless nights, and I will post more 'Nutbag' stories in the future. I will end with this. She is still alive and kicking, pulling the same stuff, I heard through the grapevine that she got some money using the same 'sick' line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two crazies I know the signs. Fool me once shame on you, Fool me twice shame on me. Twin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113042163444478663?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113042163444478663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113042163444478663' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113042163444478663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113042163444478663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/10/stalkers.html' title='The Stalker(s)'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113027911037953117</id><published>2005-10-25T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:25:10.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Rosa Parks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/rosa%20parks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/400/rosa%20parks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Another hero has left us. Someone who did the right thing so that we all could go through life a little easier. Thank you for what you did and I know that God has blessed you in heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113027911037953117?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113027911037953117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113027911037953117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113027911037953117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113027911037953117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/10/rip-rosa-parks.html' title='R.I.P. Rosa Parks'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-113017184274542297</id><published>2005-10-24T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:45:27.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY ABC of Life</title><content type='html'>I know I have not blogged a lot lately it has to do with me getting out the house more and less time in front of the computer. I borrowed this A-B-C of Me from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itslikebuttababy.com/blog.html"&gt;Butta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A - Age:&lt;/strong&gt; 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B - Best Friends:&lt;/strong&gt; Thomas, The Sus, David and of course My other Twin. (Darius you are family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C - Choice of Meat:&lt;/strong&gt; Crab or lobster (is this a meat?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D - Dream Date:&lt;/strong&gt; A play or Jazz club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E - Exciting Adventure:&lt;/strong&gt; Going to Las Vegas every year with my other Twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F - Favorite Food:&lt;/strong&gt; My mothers cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G - Greatest Accomplishment:&lt;/strong&gt; Graduating College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H - Happiest Day of Your Life:&lt;/strong&gt; Going to the State Fair with my dad when I was about 12. Hanging out with him and seeing him laugh and having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I - Interests:&lt;/strong&gt; comics books, women and dating (I love women and dating), life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J - Joke:&lt;/strong&gt; That I'm still unemployed and able to pay my mortgage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K - Kool-Aid:&lt;/strong&gt; Grape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L - Love: &lt;/strong&gt;Mia (still after all these years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M - Most valued possession:&lt;/strong&gt; My thousands of comic books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N - Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O - Outfit You Love:&lt;/strong&gt; Jeans with a cream sweater along with Kenneth Cole shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P - Pizza Toppings:&lt;/strong&gt; Sausage, pepperoni, onions, mushrooms, green peppers &amp;amp; anchovies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q - Question Asked To You the Most:&lt;/strong&gt; "Are you the smart or dumb Twin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R - Radio Station:&lt;/strong&gt; Satellite-&lt;a href="http://www.xmradio.com/" target="_blank"&gt;XM Radio&lt;/a&gt; (come on, they have a Neo Soul station, along with the show &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yolandagaskins.com/loveandmoneyradio.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love and money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S - Sport:&lt;/strong&gt; Golf and Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T - Television Show:&lt;/strong&gt; Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U - Umbrella in the rain?:&lt;/strong&gt; Never, always hated them even as a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V - Video&lt;/strong&gt;: I dislike them all, no substance, degrading to black women and our culture. ( I sound like and old man I need to lighten up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W - Winter:&lt;/strong&gt; Best time to cuddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X - X-rays recently?:&lt;/strong&gt; Cat scan for my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y - Year Born:&lt;/strong&gt; 1967&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z - Zodiac Sign:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm Twin and I'm a Cancer (Float, Float on)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-113017184274542297?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/113017184274542297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=113017184274542297' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113017184274542297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/113017184274542297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-abc-of-life.html' title='MY ABC of Life'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112957641976281705</id><published>2005-10-17T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T13:39:53.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/untitled11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/untitled11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It has been a while since I posted. Last week was a downer I have not heard about the job in Chicago or another interview I had week before last. I will not bring every one down or myself I just will "keep hope alive".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;My Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I went out with &lt;a href="http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_twin66kac_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Suz"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and her friend. Now "The Suz" sets up her friend on date with a brother who lives in another state. Her friend did not want to be alone with him so she asked us to come along with her cousin (Marie you know you are tooo fine and sexy). I sure he did not think it was going to be a family and friend affair on the first night. Well as we are eating we get into a topic about sex. It start with someone saying that if a woman just lays there during sex it is the man faults. Of course I objected. My point is that some women just don't know how to F**k. I slept with a woman who looked liked like a dead fish ( she just laid there) when we did it. After going through this twice I bounced. I later found out that another person tried to sleep with her and he went through the same thing. This topic went off into another topic about how all pu**y is the same. I only had to say one thing is all D**k the same !? I had to explain to these lady that the hairy dugout falls into 4 major categories.&lt;br /&gt;BIG- yes big as in deep. There are some that are so deep that a man will have to tie a board to his ass to keep from falling in.&lt;br /&gt;Small - can also mean tight. Some women can't take dick.&lt;br /&gt;Juicy - Wet and wetter. Some so juicy that you have to wipe it off or your dick off to get feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Dry - like a desert. This chick better suck dick and you better eat out to get it a little wet.&lt;br /&gt;This is the Cliff note version on how different coochie can be. I did have everyone at the table laughing on my theory.&lt;br /&gt;After that me and "the suz" went to &lt;a href="http://www.bookiestavern.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to have more drinks. Again another talk. Why do white bars give you more alcohol for your money and don't charge a cover. We had two tall beverages for $7 a piece. At the black bar it would have been at least $10 along with a $10 cover.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I was over my friends house just talking about the good old days and saying how we would not want to be in high school right now for all the tea in china. I also was in great pain because my school lost again (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://msu.edu"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;MSU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). They are going to make me grow old before my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112957641976281705?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112957641976281705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112957641976281705' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112957641976281705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112957641976281705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112908779101173057</id><published>2005-10-11T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:39:25.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life in the D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know what many of you know about Detroit. Detroit is like a big city that is on two small blocks. One block is on the east side and one is on the west side. Now is you live on the east side you don't go on the west side and vise versa. With it being such a small block, must people are only one degree of seperation from each other. It is not uncommon for you to have a relationship with someone and hear 'my boy used to kick it with her'. This happen to me not to long ago. I was kicking it with someone and my boy said 'you know one of our classmates used to kick it with her'. Now the freak meters comes on. Because now you can find out what she does before you hit the skins. You can also find out if this person is crazy or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112908779101173057?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112908779101173057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112908779101173057' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112908779101173057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112908779101173057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-in-d.html' title='Life in the D'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112875344083051517</id><published>2005-10-08T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T02:37:20.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate it when I can't sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is 2:20 and I can't sleep. I sitting here reading and posting blogs while I do laundry. It appears that the older I get, the less I can sleep. So I thought I would write about how I lost my virginity at 12. My god sister had a birthday party. She was a couple of years older than me. Well after the party she has a sleep over. Old school style sleeping bags and watching T.V. (this was before VCR) well I remember we all were watching t.v. and then the girls wanted to play a game with the boys. Spin the bottle or something like that. Well after we all get to kissing and her mother stopped coming down stairs to see what we were doings since it was too quiet. We all just decide to go to sleep, or so I thought. As soon as the lights go off, one of her friends gets in my sleeping bag. This is the same girl who I kissed more than once. Well the next thing I know my underwear is off and she is telling me to get on top and pump. I did what she told me to do, now remember I had no idea what we were doing. She just guided it in and I did as was told. I'm not going to type here and tell you that it was like the fourth of july. After we were done I knew that I had done something cool but I just did not know what it was. Unlike kids today, Sex was not everywhere. I do remember thinking that if this is what sex is all about then I won't be doing this again for a long time. That thought did not last long because my first week in high school I got some more and it was the bomb and I have not stopped since. That is my story and I hope I have not bored you to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112875344083051517?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112875344083051517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112875344083051517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112875344083051517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112875344083051517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/10/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112875141647618059</id><published>2005-10-07T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T02:04:46.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mentor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/IMG_0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Mentor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had a job interview yesterday and was asked who was the person who I admire the most. Every time I'm asked this question I answer this question with the same answer "My father". This is the man who taught me the meaning of being a "Man". I want to give a shot out to my father. This is the man who do so many things for his family, I only hope to do the same one day. He took care of business. Every summer we went on a trip. We rode in a car (not on an airplane) and bonded. He exposed me and the other twin to things that made my friends in the neighborhood jealous. He was hard on us. I understand why he would not let us do certain things because every one else was doing it. My dad did not start school until he was 7 or 8 and did not finish until he was 19 or 20. I learned this winter that he had to walk to school and that he quit a few times because he was tired of walking. He did not go when it rained and at certain times of the year because he had to work in the fields. Education was very important to him and he made sure he saved so that me and my brother could go to school. He taught me the meaning of hard work and how to be a father and husband. To always take care of business. He told me to make sure you have you own stuff. That way you don't have to ask any one for nothing. This is also a person who would help anyone. When I say anyone I mean anyone. I have know him to help strangers along with friends. As a kid I always had to "hold the light" when he was fixing things. I did not know how much I had learned when it comes to fixing things. This comes in handy when women call me and ask me to put something up or I just came back from Home Depot can you help me. This has been a rough year financially and I was not going to ask for help but he told me that being a man also means asking for help. Thanks dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackwomeninc.com/sisphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.blackwomeninc.com/sisphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;HR Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had an interview yesterday in Chicago. They flew me there for an 4 hour interview. I would have to move there which is no problem. That was not the issue. I had to interview with 4 individuals and the first person I interviewed with was from HR. It was a sister and I can only say one thing she was fine. At times when she was talking to me it was hard to concentrate and I know I blew some of the answers that she asked me. I could not help it I keep looking into her eyes and thinking "damn she is gorgeous" This has never happen to me before. Usually I interview with men or unattractive females. Never have I interviewed with a woman who I wanted to ask out. This sucks because not only do I want the job because it will be a great opportunity but I also want the job so that I can go out with her. I know don't play where you eat, been there and done that before. (another post) But she was fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112875141647618059?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112875141647618059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112875141647618059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112875141647618059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112875141647618059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-mentor.html' title='My Mentor'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112847389226210116</id><published>2005-10-04T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T15:15:58.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As many of you know that I never cheated on my ex when I was married. When I got divorced I told myself that I would never sleep with a married woman because their are too many single women. Well what is the saying never say never. I met "Ren" at the casino. When I met Ren I thought she was single because when she I gave her my cell number, she said that she needed a home number. Ren and I got to talking, met her family and we hit it off. I took her to my company Christmas party. Everything was going great, until one Sunday morning. After a night of making love to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musze.com/main.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Maxwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was on the phone to my bother talking about someone we went to high school with back in the day. After that conversation, Ren asked me if I knew a certain individual. When I told her yes, Her next sentence was "That is my husband". Husband! When did you get a husband. I knew she had a son, but not a husband. Ren went on to explain that they are separated and trying to work things out. Now any sane person would have let things end right then and there. But not Twin I went back. Now all the other time we had relations we were at my house. However one night after I dropped her off at home. She asked me if I wanted a night cap. Well one thing led to another and we are in the bed gigging. Now for us grown folks, you know how there is a halftime from one half to another. It was during this halftime that the phone rang. All I heard on the other end was "who's car is in the driveway". I proceeded to jump up and find my clothes while I asking her I that you were separated. She said I told you we were trying to work things out. As I running out the house putting my clothes on, I realize I still have to get out of the drive way. Lets just say I hit a curb or two getting out. Me and Ren official broke up after that day. The funny part is that I really liked Ren and I ran into her about a year later. The last thing she said to me after a brief talk was that she wished she would have stayed with me. I think about Ren from time to time and wonder how things are going. As for sleeping with another married woman. I will never say never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112847389226210116?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112847389226210116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112847389226210116' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112847389226210116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112847389226210116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/10/affair.html' title='The affair'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112831478069833145</id><published>2005-10-03T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T01:16:50.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little brother no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Brother has gotten Big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First Friday I went to an event we have here called &lt;a href="http://www.freep.com/entertainment/music/dso30e_20050930.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Day of Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It is an event where different bands play for 24 straight hours. I was there with a few friends and it was cool to see all different types of people dancing, drinking and having a good time. We then went to a club that was off the hook. I did not mack anyone since I'm low on funds. My feeling is that since I can't treat a woman right, there is no need to invest in someone time and I need to focus my efforts on other things.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a whole different event. I was at the Urban tailgate party with a bunch of friends to see &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MSU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lose again to UofM. It was cool seeing &lt;a href="http://babeemunkee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and all the other people. I'm really mad my school lost because I really hate Michigan fans. Unlike Spartans fans who most went to &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MSU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Michigan fans tend to be people who only advance education is at Belle Isle University. The party was also a trip because I ran into a friend who still makes my heart skip. This person whom I will call "V" was my boy older sister friend growing up. "V" was and is fine as hell to me. When I was younger I used to dream about hitting it and her being 5 years older than Twin made no difference to me. Well I had not seen "V" in a long time, at least 10 years. I see "V" on Saturday and after it took her a minute to recognize me, she said to me I use to think of you as "my little brother". WTF! Girl I have not been little in a long time plus I was trying to get my mack on because the fantasy of a young man where going to come true. Well to make long story short I found out that she is seeing someone but I did get the number. I may try to get with it on a later date. I'm still cool with my boy sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do sister front?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm asking this questions because of something I notice when I go out. The origin of this question occurred to me again on Friday. When I was out at the club, I saw a person who number I got when I first was divorced. The two times I tried to have a conversation she always had an excused on why she could not talk. The best one was that she was going to New York to record an CD. That was 7 years ago and she is still in the club hanging out. I mean I see more sister whom I have heard about how they are tired of being alone. But if you go to an event they are there acting like that have a man but I know the are fronting and trying to find one. Sister quit fronting like you don't need or want a man. You know you do because we all want someone. Saturday was no exception, I saw a person who has an ad in Yahoo personal. I bet she left with out giving someone her number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112831478069833145?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112831478069833145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112831478069833145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112831478069833145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112831478069833145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-brother-no-more.html' title='Little brother no more'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112810885107962186</id><published>2005-09-30T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T16:04:32.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.washington.edu/newsroom/news/images/earthclock-lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.washington.edu/newsroom/news/images/earthclock-lr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Back to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’m back in the world. I went into a dark space and had a pity party. Didn’t want to invite anyone just indulge in my past mistakes. What started this party was as incident that happens at a party. The party was last Saturday and I got drunk. I don’t remember much about the party or what I did or said after the first hour. It was apparent that I embarrassed myself. It was Sunday after I woke up and got out of my bed at 6:00pm. I’m relieved that I must face some things and learn to like Twin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/a030-um-msu-paths-sub_09-30-2005_A78RER5-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/a030-um-msu-paths-sub_09-30-2005_A78RER5-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The Big Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Spartan&lt;/span&gt; this is huge week. This is the week that wolverine fans try to tell us &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Spartans&lt;/span&gt; how they are worthy to walk in our shadows. The hype is great and I live for this week. When I was married I had a few rules and the #1 rule was that she not asks me to do anything on the day &lt;a href="http://www.msu.edu"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Michigan State&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; plays Michigan. My ex tried to test me on this one time. To make a long story short I did not go where she wanted me. I watched the game like I have been doing for the past 20+ years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohiodnr.com/enews/resource0305/images/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ohiodnr.com/enews/resource0305/images/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Old Shoe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you throw out a pair of old shoes. You know that pair of old shoes that you have had for years. No matter how many other shoes you may have in your closet. You still put on these old shoes from time to time. I know that the shoes are bad for my feet, but they are comfortable. Most people talked about me when I got this pair of shoes and told me to get rid of them. I did not and have not gotten rid of them yet. I need some advice because I know that these shoes will come back to bite my in the ass if I don’t throw them out.&lt;br /&gt;Note: ( I don’t mean a pair of shoes literally)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112810885107962186?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112810885107962186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112810885107962186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112810885107962186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112810885107962186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-world.html' title='Back to the world'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112753024978317921</id><published>2005-09-23T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:23:33.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking through life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Life &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had a moment today. After being turned down again for a job. I realized that all that matters in life is what is going on right now. All the time I wondered if I was cool in high school means nothing. Being in the right crowd, wearing the right clothes, nothing. Life is all about choices and from those choices we end up at where we are at this time. One of my friends use to say to me we are where we are at for a reason. It is amazing how I ended up here posting a blog, no money, no date, and beating my head against the wall trying to plan my next move. An old friend said to me once, "don't let emotions get in the way of life". His point was that when we let emotions dictate a decision we will choose the wrong road every time . I have to say this is why I'm in the position I'm in today, emotion. I let my emotions, make a choice instead of fighting until I died, which I almost did. Right now I need to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I need to know that everything is going to be alright. Twin has been a person who always took care of business. Asking for help is something I choose not to do on a regular basis. I'm not blaming anyone for what has happen to me. When times were good I took all the credit and now that times rough I also take all the credit. My new motto is that 'you were there every step of the way'. This enlightenment of knowledge was passed to me when I was in a fucked up relationship and tried to blame the world for why I made that decision. Again choices. I know that times will get better. This is just one of life hurdles and a chance to realize what is important and what is not. I guess I should thank Life again for teaching me a lesson but I can't right now. I have to see the tree in the forest. Life is telling me that you have all answers, use the tools that you have learned in the journey so far and you will see the light. But RIGHT NOW all I see is darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Life and Choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112753024978317921?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112753024978317921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112753024978317921' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112753024978317921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112753024978317921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/09/walking-through-life.html' title='Walking through life'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112735018667906725</id><published>2005-09-21T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:49:46.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside of Me IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is another post of inside of me. Things that people may or may not know about me.&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate peas.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a foot fetish, if you have nice feet Ooh!&lt;br /&gt;3. I rarely eat at buffet, I like to be served when I go out plus people are nasty.&lt;br /&gt;4. I didn't eat out until I was in college, always heard that black man don't do it, how crazy was I&lt;br /&gt;5. I like to eat out, if its clean and trim. Don't like hairy Bush.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have had two stalkers in my life.&lt;br /&gt;7. I used to be scared of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;8. I now sleep in a pitch black room, I love the dark.&lt;br /&gt;9. I was in honors algebra and geometry class in high school.&lt;br /&gt;10. I went on senior trip my junior year.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have not been high since 1987, If my parents read this they will trip.&lt;br /&gt;12. I went to 4 high schools and 3 colleges, Ferris was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;13. I worked in a kitchen as a prep cook in college.&lt;br /&gt;14. I like thick woman.&lt;br /&gt;15. I don't like skinny women.&lt;br /&gt;16. I have been called "color struck".&lt;br /&gt;17. I have never been arrested or been inside of a jail.&lt;br /&gt;18. I made love in a car.&lt;br /&gt;19. I made love at the Greenleaf Motel.&lt;br /&gt;20. My first car was a Mustang 5.0&lt;br /&gt;21. Me and my twin have a special connections.&lt;br /&gt;22. Some of my good friends are "White"&lt;br /&gt;23. I can't play basketball, never could.&lt;br /&gt;24. I used to love to social, I would sing in her ear and everything.&lt;br /&gt;25. I wore eyeliner in my senior pictures, Prince did it and it brought my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;26. My aunt was murdered by her husband's mistress.&lt;br /&gt;27. I get manicures.&lt;br /&gt;28. I get pedicures.&lt;br /&gt;29. I will get married again, but you must want to have kids.&lt;br /&gt;30. I love good food.&lt;br /&gt;31. I dislike cheap people.&lt;br /&gt;32. I'm afraid of death.&lt;br /&gt;33. I have had 2 surgery in my life, one on my arm the other on my face.&lt;br /&gt;34. I think that 'Word of Faith" in Southfield is a cult.&lt;br /&gt;35. I think that AIDS is a man made disease created to kill black people.&lt;br /&gt;36. I have seen a UFO.&lt;br /&gt;37. I love the Food channel.&lt;br /&gt;38. I don't like roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;39. I prefer to sleep with women in my own bed.&lt;br /&gt;40. I'm very handy around the house, a regular Tim Allen.&lt;br /&gt;41. I don't care for Porn.&lt;br /&gt;42. Ralph Lauren is my favorite clothes designer.&lt;br /&gt;43. Kenneth Cole is my favorite shoe designer.&lt;br /&gt;44. I had an affair with a married woman.&lt;br /&gt;45. My best friend as a kid was killed in a drug hit.&lt;br /&gt;46. I once slept with 3 women in one day.&lt;br /&gt;47. Bijon was my favorite perfume on a woman,&lt;br /&gt;48. I just learned how to play Bid-Whisk.&lt;br /&gt;49. Mexican food is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;50. Blue is my favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112735018667906725?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112735018667906725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112735018667906725' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112735018667906725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112735018667906725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/09/inside-of-me-iv.html' title='Inside of Me IV'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112726435675105173</id><published>2005-09-19T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T20:59:16.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/IMG_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The Sparty Bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want to thank "onka" for hooking me up with a ticket to the football game. I went to South Bend to see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.msu.edu"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michigan State&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;beat ND in overtime. It was a great game from start to finish. First we had tickets to a Corporate Tail Gate party. I was talking to this person who was obsessed with Notre Dame. He went on an on about how it was a religious experience to walk into the stadium. How he had seen grown men cry their first time seeing ND play. Get a life dude. Its just a game. I have to admit I was all into the action, especially because of this ND fan who was bragging when they tied the game up. His cheering was all for not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msu.edu"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Michigan State&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ended up winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                                 "Touchdown Jesus" helped the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Spartans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Right before game time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/IMG_0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See I did have tickets (no dirt in nails either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THE FINAL SCORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/IMG_0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Just because"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was fun going to a college town to see a game. There was one thing I did see a lot while here and it was not alcohol. It was 'just because' couples. What is this you ask? A 'just because' is a brother or a sister who has a mate of another race 'just because' they are of another race. NOTE: I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST INTERRACIAL COUPLES. I have family and friends who are biracial along with family and friends who are in interracial relationships. Twin here even was involved with a few woman of another race back in the day. But what I saw on my weekend trip was sad. The brothers I saw had white women who as my grandmother used to say "if they were black he would not want her". The same was for the sister. I saw sisters with white men who all I could do was ask "you could not find someone better than that"!  N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now that was my weekend in a post. Thanks girl for the hookup I owe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112726435675105173?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112726435675105173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112726435675105173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112726435675105173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112726435675105173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112676151322204788</id><published>2005-09-15T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T01:43:20.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thomasjfletcher.com/IMAGES/Angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thomasjfletcher.com/IMAGES/Angry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ranting and Raving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have learned that in life all things are not fair or free. In this post I going to piggy back some of my fellow blogger on thoughts I have been holding on to for a long time. Twin will also post some new thoughts on what I see. If it seems that I’m all over the place, well I apologize in advance for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love or Newness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My boy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://babeemunkee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Babee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;put it best tonight when he said he like the “high”. I too love the newness of when you first meet someone. I call it “The Chase”. My goal is to see how long it will take me to see her nude body. “The Suz” tells me all the time I sleep with women just to see if I can do it. It must be the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.msu.edu/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spartan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dog in me. I have to make everything a challenge. Ladies don’t tell me you don’t sleep with someone for at least a certain amount of time. This is when the game becomes fun to me. I will put in the time and effort to sleep with you in record time. One night stands don’t count, no woman admits to having any. Just like they don’t admit the time they sleep with &lt;a href="http:/http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000039PY/103-5441007-4685463?v=glance/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craig Mack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;a href="http://www.piranhamusic.com/craig_mack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.piranhamusic.com/craig_mack.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The more you say what you don’t do, the more I prove to you that you do. Romance is my thing candy, flower, etc. Unlike we men who are microwave, ladies you are slow cooker. But the stew is good at the end of the day. However, at the end of the day “the chase” is getting old. I’m getting tired of the games. Forty is not too far away and I need to settle down. It is not cool being the Old Man in the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy and Daddy is a Freak !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://henry.blig.ig.com.br/imagens/doggie_style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://henry.blig.ig.com.br/imagens/doggie_style.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parents when did it become cool to let your children know that you are a freak. As someone who tried to post a blog on Yahoo Beta 360, I was disgusted. If you look at some of the people who have profiles, it is amazing. I have seen countless profile of how they like to eat this and suck that. Then if you look at their photo album they have pictures of their kids. How sick is that! I even got an email from a person who had to change email account because her daughter’s friends saw it and started making fun of her at school. Where are the moral of keeping things away from our children. &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; child should know that mommy or daddy likes to eat pussy or suck dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Unemployed &lt;a href="http://www.presbyterianireland.org/bsw/bswart/unemployed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.presbyterianireland.org/bsw/bswart/unemployed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hate being unemployed! I went from making high five figures to making nothing, new shoes, clothes, trips, eating out almost every night gone. My identity of one of the things that defined me as Twin, erased. This has been a blessing and curse at the same time. Blessed in the fact it gave me a chance to regroup and learn more about Twin the person. I have slowed down and realized that life can change in seconds. It made me realize that a job is just that a job. You do the best you can but don’t bring it home with you. Because in the end all you have is yourself. No mangers, co-workers, accounts or performance reviews. I also cook a lot more which is something I did in college. I’m also more of a bargain shopper, no more paying full price. A curse in that I wonder if all the bad karma I put out in the universe is coming back. All the nights I wished my manager would die or a fate worse than death. All the people I did not treat right after they were done with whatever purpose I had for them. Maybe this is my payback for looking down on people who I felt were not worth my time. Thank you God for allowing me to be a better person but could you also hook a brother up with a Gig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112676151322204788?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112676151322204788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112676151322204788' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112676151322204788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112676151322204788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-tired.html' title='Just Tired'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112659117081089963</id><published>2005-09-13T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T02:11:22.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A good Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://universal-vhost.capcave.com/blackeyedpeas/question_mark2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://universal-vhost.capcave.com/blackeyedpeas/question_mark2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;A good Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As someone who has a lot of female friends , I hear the statement "I want a good man". My reply to them and to everyone who make this claim is that you would not know "a good man" if he came up to you and said "HI". I'm sorry ladies but most of you are still looking for the same attribute in a man that you were looking for in a boy when you were 16. You want someone who drives a nice car, has a body like "the Rock", popular, and looks good on your arms. I can speak on countless examples of being turned down by someone. Only to see them months later with a Thug or someone who I know still lives at home with his mother and have a football team full of kids and baby momma drama. Please tell me why you don't give the nice guys a chance. I know more than my share of beautiful women who want to get married but can't find "a good man". Yet I know they are or have booty calls. Take a lesson from David Justice or Eric Benet (Maybe) they thought they wanted Halle Berry until they had her. Once they said "I Do" they wished they would have said "I Don't". As adults ladies you must wake up. All that glitters is not gold and all things that may seem good may not be good for you. I know I don't have the body of a God but neither do a lot of you. I just know that "I'm a Good man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/africanamericancouplefaceopt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/320/africanamericancouplefaceopt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tonight me and "The Suz" went out to watch Monday Night Football and the subject of Marriage came up. When ever marriage come up I'm the reference point. Her point was that the reasons marriage fail is because expectations are too high. I agreed to a certain point. Her evidence is that when things get a little roughed the first thing people say is "I'm not in love anymore". "The Suz" continued that people fall in and out of love all the time. People who are married don't want to love, honor and obey. Stressing that this applies to both parties not just to women. Twin here had to defend all the divorced people out there. I let her know that sometime two people are just not compatible. When you are young, you think that LOVE is the answer to everything. I had a lot of people tell me that I was making a mistake and not to do it. Did I listen, "No". That is why they have a term for people like me "Trial Marriage". A Trial Marriage is define as something that happen before 30 and lasting less than 5 years and it produced no children. Do I feel that people expectation of Marriage is to high, YES. But I feel it is suppose to be high. I just feel that people don't work hard at keeping the relationship first in their lives. We (yes we) tend to become complacent or give up when the road is turning and getting rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112659117081089963?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112659117081089963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112659117081089963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112659117081089963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112659117081089963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-man.html' title='A good Man'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112644944442970410</id><published>2005-09-11T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T10:39:31.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"WE" brothers &amp; sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://projects.ilt.columbia.edu/Seneca/AfAMNYC/images/rt15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://projects.ilt.columbia.edu/Seneca/AfAMNYC/images/rt15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;"We"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What is a "WE" brother or sister. They were the type of person who would be in the slave quarters like the rest of us listening to us talk about when "WE" were going to escape. Then they asked us why "WE" want to leave because master is treating us good. Or they would run and tell master about the plan. You know this type of person, master "we" sick. Master what "we" going to do? A sellout! This is the same black person who will not sit at a table if there are more than two black people sitting there already. Until they get their neck stepped on. Then they are calling "racism". The "we" person thinks what is white is right until they get the "Nigga" alert. You know the "Nigga" alert! When America or Corporate America reminds you that just because you have a little money or prestige, you are still a person of color. (i.e. Michael Jackson, O.J. Simpson, etc) I don't like "WE" people. I know a few "we" people, one in particular. I sent out a mass email last week on what the Mayor of NO said about not getting help. The "other" twin then forward my email to other people on his list. This was the respond he got from a "we" person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Subject: Re: FW: mayor of NO&lt;br /&gt;Date: Thu, 08 Sep 2005&lt;br /&gt;One, I don't need email's to no what's going on in the world, so&lt;br /&gt;save your anti -whitey email's for your black mulisms friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two, what have these black people done to help their-self before the hurricane, to&lt;br /&gt;get their self out poverty. and Three, a course i have already sent money&lt;br /&gt;and will be volunteering my time at Lowry where they will before nine&lt;br /&gt;month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not making this up. I'm glad he says that he is going to volunteer, but his first two statements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"WE" as a people will never rise up as a group. When "we" still have people of color who think like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112644944442970410?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112644944442970410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112644944442970410' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112644944442970410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112644944442970410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-brothers-sisters.html' title='&quot;WE&quot; brothers &amp; sisters'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112641941967114980</id><published>2005-09-11T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T04:00:01.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/DSCF0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/DSCF0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Catch Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I calling this catch up time because I have not posted in a while and need to get up to speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Notre Dame for beating Michigan today. As a proud alumni of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://msu.edu"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Michigan State&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my two favorite teams are Michigan State and whom ever is playing Michigan. (This is me standing in front of "Touchdown Jesus" at ND).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Record Release Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://star94fm.com/images/musicartistimages/Charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://star94fm.com/images/musicartistimages/Charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They had a record release party for Charlie Wilson new cd. I was to busy networking and getting free alcohol to pay attention to how good the cd was. I was not going to buy it before I heard it and I will probably not going to buy it now. A funny thing did happen to me at this party. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;manager of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conyadoss.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Conya Doss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;came up to me and asked me why I gave her no mention on the blog. Here is her mention and yes I like her CD and sound. GO out and buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/DSCF0204[1]1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/DSCF0204%5B1%5D1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/DSCF0201[1]1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/DSCF0201%5B1%5D1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S. These two fine ladies are &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; my girl friends. They are just friends. I would not want to start any rumors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;God and Bridges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lollie.com/posters/bridges640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.lollie.com/posters/bridges640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have learned again two valuable lessons about life and the word "NEVER". In one of my previous jobs I had a manager whom I did not care for as a manager and sometime person. They were a micro-manager who I felt wanted to control every aspect of my personal and professional life. She was stressing me out so bad that I was becoming physical ill. Things did not end well as I gave my resignation. I told myself that if I got another job I would "never" speak to her again. One thing I did not do is burn bridges. Don't get me wrong she was not a bad person. It was her management style that wore thin for some people who worked for her. Well GOD showed me again. He said "never" say what you will or won't do. Well, I needed a reference and she was the only one who could help me. I communicated with her, told her my situation. She was more than helpful. I mean she made some phone calls, told me who I needed to speak with and told me that if I need anything else give her a call. Twin here was humbled. I felt bad that this person who at one time I hated, looked out for me. I questioned if I would have done the same thing for her if the roles were reversed? Were things as bad as they seemed? Does time heal some wounds?&lt;br /&gt;2005 has been a year of growth for me as a person. GOD again has put a mirror in my face and let me see myself in ways that I have not seen before. THANK - YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmlab2.rlc.dcccd.edu/snowy_white/images/Clocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mmlab2.rlc.dcccd.edu/snowy_white/images/Clocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;Time and Waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;How long do you wait until you end a relationship? I know a couple who have been together on and off for a number of years. Let me start by saying that the female in this relationship is one of the finest women I have every met. I would marry her tomorrow. She is smart, educated and wants to get married. He does not. He does not hide the fact that he does not believe in marriage because as he has stated "he has never seen one work". In observing this couple everyone can see that she is wasting her time. She is never going to change his mind. He on the other hand likes things the way that they are because he has his cake and is eating it to. In the beginning of the relationship people were hating on him because the said he is a fool not to make a commitment. Now everyone is saying she is foolish for staying with him because she will never be married to him. Now I know you can't change a grown person mind. (I will give detail on a later post) I want to tell her to leave him and be with me of course. She is too fine (I did mention she is fine as hell) to keep wasting her time and hoping that she will jump the broom with him. Don't get me wrong I'm not hating on the brother because he is honest and up front with her and everyone else about his stance. He is not hiding anything. She is the one wasting her time and again how much time do we have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112641941967114980?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112641941967114980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112641941967114980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112641941967114980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112641941967114980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/09/catch-up-time.html' title='Catch up time'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112612973714219673</id><published>2005-09-07T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:58:02.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Hate Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.3blackchicks.com/images04/shehate/shehateme1sheet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.3blackchicks.com/images04/shehate/shehateme1sheet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I watched this movie and came away with many questions. Not about the movie, but would I have done what he did and still been able to live with myself. First and foremost I liked the movie and Kerry Washington body was tight (Paula Jai Parker is another story). I have been in some tight financial situations, like right now. But I could not have sex for $10,000 just to conceive a baby. It is bad enough when you sleep with someone just to do it. I have slept with someone and hated myself in the morning. The sex could have been the bomb but I knew that things were not going to be the same after we crossed that line. I not saying that every female I slept with I liked in a romantic type of way. I need to have some feeling, attraction or liquor before I will give you some. I also asked myself if I could not have parental rights for a child that is not mine. Of course the answer is NO. I was raised that you have to take care of your responsibilities. This was just some of my thought from watching this fine film that I recommend to my fellow bloggers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112612973714219673?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112612973714219673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112612973714219673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112612973714219673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112612973714219673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/09/she-hate-me.html' title='She Hate Me'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112612254079613631</id><published>2005-09-07T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:51:01.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside of ME lll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kfcplainfield.com/tv/sanford2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.kfcplainfield.com/tv/sanford2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inside of Me III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here are some things about me that people may or may not know.&lt;br /&gt;I collect &lt;strong&gt;Comic Books&lt;/strong&gt; - I have for about 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; shoes - I love to buy shoes. When I go out of town I always come back home with at least two pair.&lt;br /&gt;I'm allergic to &lt;strong&gt;Dogs&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Cats &lt;/strong&gt;- We had a cat for years and once we found out that I was allergic, Moms said you are going to college so the cat stays.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my virginity when I was 12 - She was 14 or 15 and she took it from &lt;strong&gt;Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; cheated on my ex-wife.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; go to strip clubs - I just don't believe in giving money to women who are just dancing naked.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;like &lt;/strong&gt;anything by Chante Moore - Not only is she sexy but she can sing to me anytime!&lt;br /&gt;I'm into &lt;strong&gt;Nakedness &lt;/strong&gt;- Lingerie is not my thing. I love it the first time a woman takes off her clothes in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen the movie &lt;strong&gt;ET&lt;/strong&gt; - Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt; in the Nude - Even in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;Sanford &amp;amp; Son is &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; my favorite show - I look at the dvd and quote lines from this show all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112612254079613631?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112612254079613631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112612254079613631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112612254079613631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112612254079613631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/09/inside-of-me-lll.html' title='Inside of ME lll'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112597225169480945</id><published>2005-09-05T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:23:40.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My HOLIDAY Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Suz"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"The Suz" is back in town. The Suz is one of the only people I trust with everything including the keys to my house. We dated for a while and had a great relationship. The fact is she let me do what I wanted and she did what she wanted. The dating part ended when we had a situation where either we had to be grown ups or still just have fun. We decided to just have fun and have remained the best of friends. We talked everyday and their are people who keep asking us why don't we get married. We have to tell them that we are just friends. Well a couple of months ago "the suss" moved to a new state and were only talking once or twice a week. Welcome back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Twin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/IMG_0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/IMG_0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My twin was in town for the weekend. He lives is Denver and has been there off and on for about 14 years. We talk almost everyday but we see each other only twice a year. I have a funny story to tell. I have been going to this barbershop for about 10 years. My nickname there is "Twin" for obvious reason. Well one of the regular customer ("V") came in said "hi" to my brother and started waiting to get his hair cut. I walk up to "V" and say "hi". You would have thought he saw a two headed monster. His expression was priceless. "V" was like I thought that was you. The whole shop started laughing and asking him why do you think they call him "Twin". "V" was like I was wondering why he was so quiet and looked like he had lost weight. This used to happen all the time when he lived in Michigan. During our time at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msu..edu/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Michigan State University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, him or I would always get "I saw you on campus and you didn't speak." I would try to explain why it was not me that they saw but my "good" twin (I was the "evil" twin).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had to show my share of female my brother, before an argument turned into a fight about how I just walked right pass them or they saw me walking and/or talking to another female. The line "wasn't me" was part of my lie on more than one occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112597225169480945?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112597225169480945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112597225169480945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112597225169480945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112597225169480945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-holiday-weekend.html' title='My HOLIDAY Weekend'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112570544418647024</id><published>2005-09-02T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:08:29.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hurricane Katrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A lot has been said about the Hurricane and I need to add my two cent. First here is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/09/02/katrina.nagin/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Mayor of New Orleans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;expressing his views. America has showed us again that we as black people are not important. The media has done this with very little reporting of missing African-American sisters compared to our white counterpart. Now with our people thirsty and hungry we get criticized for trying to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ahref="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/38725768_16c66eb58b[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/38725768_16c66eb58b[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/320/38725768_16c66eb58b%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finally, if you have not given any money to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.yahoo.com/redcross-donate3/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Red Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or any other organization, then as an American especially a Black American don't you every talk to me. A thought for all the club owners don't charge a cover. Set up a box and use the 5, 10 for 20 dollars you charge and give it to charity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eharmony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few months ago I made a bet with a friend of mine "The Suss" about eharmony and how they only show one black couple who found love using this site. My point was a lot of online dating services cater to whites. White women tend to fall in "love" in one night and they will do anything to find a man. Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters are more selective in what do to find love. We as Black people like the old fashion way of meeting people, Clubs and the Hookup. Secondly I told her that no machine can put two people together for love and romance. The bet we made was that I will sign up and we will see if any of the people who are suppose to be my match are someone she would date if she were me. The winner of this bet would get dinner and bragging rights. So for 3 months we checked to see my dates. She would do the picking and I would communicate with them. So for all the people who sent a picture she could not find one person. Now remember I was not doing the picking. "The Suss" was the judge. She was just disgusted. Everyweek I laughed and said"I told you." Needless to say I won the bet. I'm back to my old ways of going to club and getting the hookup from friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112570544418647024?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112570544418647024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112570544418647024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112570544418647024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112570544418647024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-and-more.html' title='Life and more'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112554745055611470</id><published>2005-08-31T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:44:58.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviewing and Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sdprime.com/phun/images/interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://sdprime.com/phun/images/interview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Interviewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have an interview in the morning. As you may or may not know I was laid off from my previous job. I hate to interview because the person on the other side of the desk does not know you or what kind of worker you will become for them or their company. You never know what they want, you answer the question one way and you find out that they are looking for something completely different. I have been in sales and management. I have been finding myself interviewing with people who don't have half the experience I have or can't answer the questions I have for them. Yet I can't seem to get an offer. I'm not trying to be arrogant but I know I can do the job but can't seem to catch a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://formenmedia.ign.com/media/news/image/reader/leilasmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://formenmedia.ign.com/media/news/image/reader/leilasmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Dating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is where dating comes in to play. When you go on a date it is the same thing. You put your best foot forward and hope that it is a match for the both of you. Don't get me wrong I love to date and enjoys someone's company. I'm just tired of women having unreal expectation when it comes to a man. If I hear one more time "I looking for a soulmate" I'm going to scream. This is not the movies. Very rarely do we find "The One" after one date. Twin here has had a lot of "the one right now" but "the one", not in a long time. I'm also tired of the fact that now women want me to be a certain religion or go to a certain church. I thought GOD was everywhere. As long as I respect and worship him it does not matter where I go or the organization my 10% goes to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ladies as we all get older our expectations need to grow as we grow as people. You can't wish for the same things you did when you were in your teen or twenties. He may not have a BMW or a Top position in his company. He may drive a Honda and Looking. That does not mean he is not a good man. One thing I have learn from this journey of dating is that, the road is long and it will have turns and twist, so enjoy the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112554745055611470?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112554745055611470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112554745055611470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112554745055611470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112554745055611470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/08/interviewing-and-dating.html' title='Interviewing and Dating'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112553287124288107</id><published>2005-08-31T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:02:35.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To everyone effected by Hurricane Katrina.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112553287124288107?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112553287124288107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112553287124288107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112553287124288107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112553287124288107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/08/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112537239322910949</id><published>2005-08-29T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:35:06.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Heads and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking Heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When did Talking Heads (aka. Newscasters) become our parents? I mean who gave them the right to tell us to stay home. The last time I looked I was over the age of 18 and my parents were not on TV everynight. I was looking at CNN reporting on Hurricane Katrina. Anderson Cooper was out in the weather reporting what was going on and then he see two residents of the town having fun. He tell the person at the home office that it is dangerous and that everyone should be at home or seeking shelter. So why is he not at home or seeking shelter? Just report the news and shut up and let our parents tell us to come home when the street lights come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MC Hush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/scan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/200/scan.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; One of my boys has a PR Firm and this is his new client &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mchush.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He is tight and I think you will enjoy his flow. I need to give a shoot out to my boy and his wife for working me like a slave at these listening events. I get to meet a lot of cool people get some connections, along with some extra benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Rules of Paying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have a rule when it comes to paying for a date. Not a cold hard rule, nothing is set in stone. First and foremost I can't believe that people go Dutch on a date. In the beginning a date is like a job inteview. You have your representative put on your best face. (in case you don't know, you are the representative.) No one has faults, everything is perfect and life is good. My rules of a date are simple.&lt;br /&gt;1. Have a plan !!! I always have a plan A, B, and C.&lt;br /&gt;Plan A is that if a date is going well we go to plan B and if it sucks we go to Plan C. Like SEE you later. I don't ask the female when I pick her up "what do you want to do?" I'm not that anal that things are plan to the minute. In return I expect the same when it come to a women setting the date.&lt;br /&gt;2. Who ever makes the date PAYS. I don't believe that his is out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;I met a female some time ago and we talk and go out on couple of date. So one Sunday I'm chilling at home and she calls me on the phone asking me what I doing and was I hungry. After a brief conversation she said lets go out to eat. She comes pick me up and we spend the next half hour discussing where to go eat. Everyplace I liked she didn't. So after we pick a place we eat have a nice time and the bill comes. She looks at me and I look at her. This standoff last for umpteen minutes. I then tell her that you were the one who asked me out not the other way around so you should pay. I was fine on my couch, chillin! She said that I was the man and the man should always pay. I paid the bill but you can bet that is the last time we went out on a date or anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;The life of being single and dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112537239322910949?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112537239322910949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112537239322910949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112537239322910949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112537239322910949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/08/talking-heads-and-more.html' title='Talking Heads and More'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112527966775412111</id><published>2005-08-28T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:48:26.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside of ME part II</title><content type='html'>As you can guess I'm a Divorced Black man from Michigan. I'm a twin born 3 minutes after my brother. My mother says that I was a "surprise" to her and my father. They are both still together and will be married 40 years next month. We grew up in a modest home in a blue collar neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/320/IMG_0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is my old house. This is where I kissed my first girlfriend "April" when I was 5 years old. I was never one of those boys who didn't like girls until I reach puberty. I was always trying to get some girl to kiss me. (somethings never change)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iwent to a the same school from 1st to 8th grade Precious Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/320/IMG_0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my 7th grade class with my First Love "MIA" also in my class. I not going to point her out and I have another story about finding her a couple of years ago. ( that is another story) last row 4th from right.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a picture of my Church that I have reconnect to in the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/320/IMG_0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yes I'm Catholic. I know I hear it all the time. "I have never met a Black Catholic" Like there are not like a few million of us, and in case you are wondering "I was never molested by any priest".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112527966775412111?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112527966775412111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112527966775412111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112527966775412111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112527966775412111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/08/inside-of-me-part-ii.html' title='Inside of ME part II'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112520193064187144</id><published>2005-08-27T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:05:30.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about the good ole days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/IMG_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/320/IMG_0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here on a Saturday night thinking of the good ole days when singer sang and your entertainment dollars went a long way. First and foremost I chillin at home because I got laid-off a few months ago from my job. Money is tight and dating is something that I have put on the backburner until I get a little flow or Ms. Right happens to cross my path. I listening to this CD that bring back memories of when Michael was black and The Jacksons (minus Jermaine) was the hottest ticket you could buy. There was still a debate on whom was better Prince or Michael. You would stand in line all night long to be first in line to get tickets, rain or shine, hot or cold. It was an event for you and your friends to lie to your parents to say that you were staying at each other house. We would go to Cobo Hall or Joe Louis arena and bring sleeping bags, food, drinks and a Boom Box. We would listen to Mojo or pop cassette to whom ever we were getting ticket to go see. It would be a party and of course we would take shifts to see whom would get some heat and sleep in the car. Artist put on a show their was no lip-syncing and weed and those green neon light up things would be in the air.&lt;br /&gt;My first concert that I was able to go with a girl and not my parents was Parliament/Fuckadelic. Her name was Candace Orr, she was 15 or 16 and I was 12 or 13. It was not a date, I'm not saying she was not fine, but she lived across the street and wanted to go. I told her I like the group and she did too. So it was a concert date,but not a date-date. It was one of the best night I had up until that point.&lt;br /&gt;Concert back then were event that you had to attend. The only proof you had that you were there was the next day when you put on the t-shirt with the act on the front. There may have been a fight or two but nobody shot at each other. The group sounded like they did on the album, no hype man or short sets. They had a band with 5 to 15 people playing behind them. You danced in your seat and in the aisle or with the female next to you and sweated the whole night long. The only thing that comes close to that is Frankie Beverly and Maze and once you seen them once you have seen them a thousand time.&lt;br /&gt;Now we go to Jazz concert or slow jams singer like Kem and chill. Very little dancing and no sweating. I miss the good ole days and how life was so simple then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112520193064187144?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112520193064187144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112520193064187144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112520193064187144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112520193064187144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/08/thinking-about-good-ole-days.html' title='Thinking about the good ole days.'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112511014385884956</id><published>2005-08-27T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T13:11:41.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The SEX of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.luvshades.com/images/email.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.luvshades.com/images/email.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a conversation with a couple of friends whom happen to be married. The topic of the day was that can men and women just be friend without sex being part of the issue. The background of this topic is that I have a lot of female friends, some I have slept with, but a majority I have not even kissed ( at least not a real kiss, just a grandma type kiss). It was presented that the pressure may not even come from me but from the women. The basis of this statement was that I'm a well educated person, no kids, and have a nice home and very straight. This along with the shortage of black men, sista can't accepted the fact that I just want to be their friend without any strings attached. I express to them that I like having women in my life on all type of levels. I believe that all women are fascinating creatures. However, I love black women and everything about them. I'm probably one of the few men you know whom will admit to subscribing to Essence Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;Again my point of the topic was that friendship has no boundaries male, female,black,white,etc. I know people who have had friends of the opposite sex for decades without and complications. The jealousy of their new mate usually brings an end to the friendship. I know because I have lost a new "friend" or two because she could not handle my abundance of female friends. I also stated that as we get older we want more than just sex, we want a teammate. Someone who will have our back most of the time along with great sex.&lt;br /&gt;There point of the discussion was that men and women cannot be just friends because sex just get in the way. Therefore, until they work it out, it will always be like the elephant in the room. Something everyone sees but don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;The topic ended as it had started, with no solid answers just more question and "what if". I don't know where you stand on this topic and I bet everyone has their own opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112511014385884956?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112511014385884956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112511014385884956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112511014385884956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112511014385884956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/08/sex-of-friendship.html' title='The SEX of Friendship'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15807771.post-112502048582661795</id><published>2005-08-26T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T10:34:05.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TRYING TO START THIS BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/320/keith%20face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to start this blog forever. Me being a man it is sometime hard to put my thoughts into words. My insercurities of not showing any weakness for others to see. I hope my experiences and observations will help others know that they are not alone in this journey called life. I also having trouble starting this blog because it appears that I can't get a picture in my profile so I have been trying for over an hour to post for everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INSIDE OF ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A little about me. I have been divorced for about 6 1/2 years, longer than I was married. The reason for my divorce was that mentally I was too young to get married. I went from my parents house to my wife's house. I gave myself no time to learn about myself and what I like and don't like when it comes to spending quality time with yourself. I also did not know how to communicate the things I wanted and didn't want when it came everything and nothing. I have no children and one day I hope to have at least two. I bet you are wondering if I have a twin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/denver%20mix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/320/denver%20mix1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is the one in the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope you like my site and post and I look forward to talking to you often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15807771-112502048582661795?l=twin66kac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/feeds/112502048582661795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15807771&amp;postID=112502048582661795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112502048582661795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15807771/posts/default/112502048582661795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twin66kac.blogspot.com/2005/08/trying-to-start-this-blog.html' title='TRYING TO START THIS BLOG'/><author><name>twin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018741871880010383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5922/1456/1600/keith%20photo%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
