<?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-18743616</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:24:52.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MaClandon's Blog About a Friend...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is MaClandon's blog about his crush on a lady that goes to his church.  It is a companion blog to a story written by &lt;a href="http://www.mrsdboone.com"&gt; Deartra D. Boone&lt;/a&gt;, called &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/nano2005/"&gt; Flirting with Danger&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Flirting with Danger is a &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt; novel that Deartra is writing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-3440627743171061413</id><published>2010-04-30T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T07:41:24.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;       This blog is now located at http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;       You will be automatically redirected in 30 seconds, or you may click &lt;a href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/'&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       For feed subscribers, please update your feed subscriptions to&lt;br /&gt;       http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-3440627743171061413?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/' title='This blog has moved'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/3440627743171061413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/3440627743171061413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-blog-has-moved.html' title='This blog has moved'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113175005694270394</id><published>2005-03-31T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T15:00:56.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Uncle Took Her Side</title><content type='html'>My uncle came and talked to me today about Dianne.  He said that I got jealous because I thought Dianne gave another man her number and she had never given me hers.  I couldn't believe he took her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story.  Some dude came up and talked to dianne one Sunday.  She was all friendly and stuff to him in my face.  She wrote something down on some paper and then said, "Can't wait to hear fro, you."  I was mad.  I called her on it and she told me that it was none of my business and that we weren't in a relationship.  Aftre which, she called me a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle may be right, but he still took her side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113175005694270394?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113175005694270394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113175005694270394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-uncle-took-her-side.html' title='My Uncle Took Her Side'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113174980713496068</id><published>2005-03-30T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:56:47.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Her</title><content type='html'>Dianne tried being all nice to me tonight.  I ignored her.  She got upset, but I don't care.  She needs to apologize to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113174980713496068?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113174980713496068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113174980713496068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/03/forget-her.html' title='Forget Her'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113174972531981435</id><published>2005-03-27T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:55:25.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And...</title><content type='html'>Dianne spoke again today.  I can't stand her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113174972531981435?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113174972531981435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113174972531981435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/03/and.html' title='And...'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113174951775686760</id><published>2005-03-23T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:51:57.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Well...</title><content type='html'>Dianne spoke to me tonight.  I am still mad at her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113174951775686760?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113174951775686760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113174951775686760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-well.html' title='Oh Well...'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113174945067124482</id><published>2005-03-20T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:50:50.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naw She Didn't</title><content type='html'>Dianne called me a little boy today.  I can't stand her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113174945067124482?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113174945067124482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113174945067124482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/03/naw-she-didnt.html' title='Naw She Didn&apos;t'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113174936931824228</id><published>2005-03-16T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:49:29.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't Go Tonight</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to church tonight.  Didn't feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113174936931824228?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113174936931824228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113174936931824228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/03/didnt-go-tonight.html' title='Didn&apos;t Go Tonight'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113174925027077062</id><published>2005-03-13T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:02:23.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello &amp; Goodbye</title><content type='html'>All I got to say to Dianne today was hello and goodbye.  Some man was talking to her.  I gotta stop doing that.  Getting jealous when she talks to another man.  But, dude was taking up my time with her.  It ain't like I get to spend much time with her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even seem to care that all she said was hi &amp; bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113174925027077062?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113174925027077062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113174925027077062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello &amp; Goodbye'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113159129147291040</id><published>2005-03-09T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:54:51.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Wore Green</title><content type='html'>Dianne had on green tonight.  She had on a blue and green blouse with a green skirt and some green shoes.  I didn't know how to act.  Green is my favorite color.  The color green she wore looked good on her.  It was hard concentrating in church.  I wanted to just stare at her all night.  Everytime she caught me looking at her, she would tilt her head towards the pulpit.  I know she thinks I'm nuts.  Man, she looks so good in green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church I asked her why she wore green.  She didn't give me an answer.  I was going to say something smart, but my mother walked up and asked me to go do something for her.  Why my Mama hating?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...&lt;br /&gt;My uncle did Bible study tonight.  I like it when he does it.  He always ends up preaching.  He did tonight.  My aunt is crazy.  She was screaming like she had lost her mind.  Dianne kept laughing at her.  Sis. Taylor was laughing at my aunt, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113159129147291040?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113159129147291040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113159129147291040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/03/she-wore-green.html' title='She Wore Green'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113159091176158613</id><published>2005-03-06T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:48:31.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Job To Do</title><content type='html'>Dianne asked me to make her some Gospel Music CDs.  That's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went out to eat with my aunt, uncle, and another elder and his wife.  I tried to get myself invited, but my aunt wouldn't let me come.  Why she hatin'?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113159091176158613?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113159091176158613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113159091176158613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/03/job-to-do.html' title='A Job To Do'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113159077483356417</id><published>2005-03-02T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:46:14.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Meddling</title><content type='html'>I got to talk to Dianne at church tonight.  She laughed at me when I told her about the computers.  Why she meddling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113159077483356417?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113159077483356417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113159077483356417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/03/she-meddling.html' title='She Meddling'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113159065939441517</id><published>2005-03-01T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:44:19.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Dianne...</title><content type='html'>I went up to By Example to see Dianne.  She had taken the day off.  I ended up working on the computers up there.  I ain't going up there for a long while.  They get on my nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113159065939441517?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113159065939441517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113159065939441517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-dianne.html' title='No Dianne...'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113159053238904274</id><published>2005-02-27T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:34:00.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating</title><content type='html'>I got to talk to Dianne.  I got to do more than that.  She gave me a late Valentine's Day present.  It was a message in a bottle.  The note said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many men have treated me like you have.  You make me feel special.  Happy Valentine's Day.  -Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a candy conversation heart in the bottle.  It read, "You Melt My Heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm floating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113159053238904274?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113159053238904274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113159053238904274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/floating.html' title='Floating'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113159004713494178</id><published>2005-02-24T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:34:07.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't Sleep</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep.  It's 2:00 in the morning.  I need to be sleep.  I wish I could go to work, but the building doesn't open until 4:00.  That's only two hours away, so I guess I will be up for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about Dianne.  I know my father is going to ask me what I like about her, more than just the physical stuff.  Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't treat me like I'm the bishop's son.  Everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't play crazy games, like girls my age do.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't look at me like I'm a computer geek.  She hasn't ever asked me to look at her computer when I am at By Example.  Everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't fell for Mec's rap.  That's the best part.&lt;br /&gt;She has yet to ask me to ask my mother or father something.  I hate that.  I am not joined at the hip to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;She carries herself like a lady.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't try to use me like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the list.  I sure miss not getting to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mother hates her.  Last Sunday at church, I saw my mother give Dianne a dirty look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I gotta have a thing for older women?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113159004713494178?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113159004713494178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113159004713494178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/couldnt-sleep.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113158968099370045</id><published>2005-02-23T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:28:00.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where She At?</title><content type='html'>Dianne wasn't at church tonight.  Where she at?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113158968099370045?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113158968099370045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113158968099370045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/where-she-at.html' title='Where She At?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113158962508811601</id><published>2005-02-20T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:27:05.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day...</title><content type='html'>Today was a long day at church.  We had a baptism service.  I can't stand it when they have a baptism service on Sunday Morning.  One of the people who were baptized had family come down to see them get baptized.  That's why my father did the baptism that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to talk to Dianne today.  I felt horrible.  I won't get to see her again until Wednesday.  That's a long time.  I like hearing her voice.  She always talks so proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a 3:00 service with my uncle.  Dumb as it sounds, I was hoping that Dianne would be there.  She wasn't.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113158962508811601?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113158962508811601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113158962508811601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/long-day.html' title='Long Day...'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113158868856522977</id><published>2005-02-17T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:12:07.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awe Man...</title><content type='html'>I found out that Dianne was up at the church tonight.  SHe was helping my aunt and KiKi with the stuff for the Women's Convention that is coming up in May.  I didn't get to see her.  Oh Well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113158868856522977?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113158868856522977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113158868856522977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/awe-man.html' title='Awe Man...'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113158855610878650</id><published>2005-02-16T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:09:16.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Dianne was at church tonight.  She looked great.  I didn't get to talk to her after church though.  Sis. Trevor caught me in the hallway and asked me to talk to her oldest son.  He got into a fight at school.  Some kid pushed one of his brother's.  Jay punched the boy in the mouth and a fight broke out.  I didn't know what to tell Jay.  If someone punches one of my brothers or sisters, I might have done the same thing.  I did talk to him though.  I told him to try to not get into fights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113158855610878650?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113158855610878650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113158855610878650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-wednesday.html' title='Another Wednesday'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113147893795233326</id><published>2005-02-14T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:07:43.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>I took Dianne some Valentine's candy today.  It wasn't anything special because I took my aunt and Charlotte some candy too.  I always take them candy for Valentine's Day.  I tricked Charlotte into finding out what kind of candy Dianne liked.  She likes Brach's conversation hearts.  Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have taken Dianne out for Valentine's Day.  I would have made it a special date.  My father would kill me if I tried to, especially after the banquet.  Maybe one day I will be able to take her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask her what she was going for Valentine's Day.  She said, "Wherever you are taking me."  She is killing me.  She was serious.  I couldn’t risk it though, as bad as I wanted to go somewhere with her, my father had told me to stick with the plan that we had discussed or else.  I don’t know what the or else was, but I wasn’t going to take any chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Valentine's Day with MeClendon, Donnyea, Shalalah, DeWright, Norwood, Jomante, and MacArthur.  God, I hate this.  I will be glad when it is May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113147893795233326?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147893795233326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147893795233326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113147419052583010</id><published>2005-02-13T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:30:05.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Da Man?  Me!</title><content type='html'>Why was every man at the banquet staring at Dianne tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne walked in.  She looked too good.  Deacon Brazen almost broke his neck trying to turn around and look at her.  The old goat.  She was wearing a fitting red dress.  The bottom of the dress was dark red.  The middle of the dress of red.  She had fluffy sleeves on her shoulders that were dark red.    He had on dark red gloves.  She had on dark red shoes.  She had on pearl jewelry.  You would have thought that she was a movie star or something, they way all the men were staring at her.  I was leaning up against a railing when she walked by me.  She smiled at me and said hello.  Mec made his way over to us and said, "Girl, you are gonna make me forget I am supposed to be saved."  He gave her his playa smile.  She frowned at him and told him to go somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the night was when she talked to me while we were standing up against the rail.  When didn't really talk about anything, but I got to be near her.  She let me walk her to her seat.  I thought I was going to pass out when she put her arm through my arm.  I know the church bitties had some fun with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt almost fell out of her chair when she saw me walk in with Dianne on my arm.  My uncle smiled at me like I was the man.  My aunt hit him on the leg.  My mother gave the meanest mother look I have ever gotten.  My father came over to me so fast and drug me out of the banquet hall.  I am not lying.  He drug me to the restroom.  He pushed me through the door, literally.  He yelled, "Have you lost your mind, boy?  What do you think you were doing?"  I told him that Dianne had asked me to walk her in and put her arms through mine.  I don't think he believed me, although he said he did.  He stormed out of the restroom, mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacArthur, DeWright, and Mec walked in the bathroom.  DeWright high-fived me and said, "Dawg, you the man."  I felt like the man, too.  Mec was tripping.  He got real mad when MacArthur said, “Mec, you need to quit hatin’.  He just walked the finest woman in the building into the banquet.  You gotta give a brotha props.  I ain’t mad at cha.”  Mec ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother kept cutting her eyes at me.  I don’t even care.  After the banquet, Dianne let me walk her to her car.  We walked arm and arm out of the hotel where the banquet was.  My father is going to kill me after this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at her car she said, “Hope this makes up for not getting to sit next to me.”  I was like, “Yea, it does.  My father is going to kill me tonight, but I am going to die happy.”  She fell out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the banquet.  My father fussed at me for like 20 minutes before we left the banquet.  I don’t know what he said to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113147419052583010?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147419052583010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147419052583010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/who-da-man-me.html' title='Who Da Man?  Me!'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113147296673590291</id><published>2005-02-12T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T10:02:46.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fight</title><content type='html'>I punched Mec in the mouth today.  He kept mouthing off about me not wanting to sit with them.  I just hit him in the mouth.  He tried to hit me back, but I moved before he could.  DeWright grabbed me and Norie grabbed Mec.  Mec better be glad too.  He would have got his butt whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to the banquet tonight.  The only reason I am going is so that I can see Dianne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113147296673590291?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147296673590291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147296673590291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/fight.html' title='A Fight'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113147278578748695</id><published>2005-02-11T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:59:45.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, That's Over</title><content type='html'>I won't be sitting at the table with my aunt or Dianne at the banquet.  Mec told my father that I wasn't going to sit at the table with them.  My father asked me where I was sitting.  I told him.  He asked me was Sis. Dianne sitting at the table.  I told him yea.  My father told me that I had to sit at the table with Mec nem.  I can't belive that crap.  Mec probably told my father on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to By Example and told my aunt.  When I told her, she just said that she was sorry to hear that.  I was hoping that she would tak to my father, but she never gets in the middle of things between us kids and or parents.  I wish this time, she would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dianne.  She said, "Sorry to hear that.  I was hoping that I would get to sit by you."  I felt sick when she said that.  I don't know if she was serious or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113147278578748695?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147278578748695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147278578748695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-thats-over.html' title='Well, That&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113147245553836963</id><published>2005-02-09T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:54:15.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder Why</title><content type='html'>When I spoke to Dianne tonight, she said, "You aunt told me that you are sitting at the table with her for the banquet.  I wonder why."  She laughed and walked off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113147245553836963?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147245553836963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147245553836963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wonder-why.html' title='I Wonder Why'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113147231446815724</id><published>2005-02-08T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:51:54.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Get My Praise On?</title><content type='html'>My aunt called me today and asked me if I wanted to sit at her table for the banquet.  I told her no.  Who wants to sit at a table full of old people?  My aunt is going to kill me for calling her old.  After my aunt told me that Dianne was going to be sitting at her table, I changed my mind.  My aunt laughed at me like I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be sitting at the table with Dianne.  Oh my goodness!  Now, I just gotta figure out what to tell my peops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get my praise on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113147231446815724?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147231446815724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147231446815724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/can-i-get-my-praise-on.html' title='Can I Get My Praise On?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113147175984723601</id><published>2005-02-06T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:42:39.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Banquet</title><content type='html'>They announced the Valentine Banquet for the church today.  I wish I could ask Dianne to go with me.  Maybe then, it will be worth it to go.  My dad would kill me if I did.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going to that thing.  Mec, Norwood, Donnyea, Shalalah, Jomante, DeWright, MacArthur, and I always sit at the same table.  The same thing happens every year.  I don't even know why my father makes us go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can either purchase a table or individual tickets for the banquet.  My makes us by a table.  He says that we have to support the ministry.  Whatever.  I wish something different could happen this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113147175984723601?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147175984723601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147175984723601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentine-banquet.html' title='Valentine Banquet'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113147205383056833</id><published>2005-02-06T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:47:33.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Look Nice</title><content type='html'>I couldn't wait to add this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wore my gray suit.  I wore my pink shirt and my gray and pink tie set.  I had on my gray shoes with it.  Dianne had on a pink suit.  When I spoke to her, she told me that I looked nice and and smelled good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Taylor overheard Dianne say that to me.  Sis. Taylor said, "Are you flirting with him?  Mac, I can't believe you.  Why you gotta break a woman's heart?"  Dianne made a face at me.  I told Sis. Taylor, "You know I will always love you, Sis. T, no matter what."  Sis. Taylor said, "Uhh huh.  I bet you will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne laughed at me, "You and your thing for old ladies."  I couldn't believe she said that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113147205383056833?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147205383056833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147205383056833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-look-nice.html' title='You Look Nice'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113147141573838511</id><published>2005-02-03T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:36:55.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely...</title><content type='html'>I wish Dianne came to more services at church.  It was lonely up here tonight.  Min. Colbert got mad at us (young adult choir) because everyone was acting a fool.  My brother and Norwood were in the middle of the whole thing.  I think Min. Colbert is going to tell my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what Dianne was doing tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113147141573838511?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147141573838511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147141573838511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/lonely.html' title='Lonely...'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113147108232267573</id><published>2005-02-02T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:31:22.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Girl, My Dumb Brother</title><content type='html'>I saw Mec talking to Dianne tonight.  He was flirting with her.  I can't stand him sometimes.  He doesn't know that Dianne thinks he's an idiot.  Maybe she doesn't, but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had on a black skirt with a red blouse.  She had on red shoes with a red purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She caught me staring at her breasts.  I almost fell out when she said,"Yea, they're real."  I turned bright red.  She walked off laughing.  I don't get her sometimes.  She didn't even act like it bothered her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113147108232267573?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147108232267573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147108232267573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-girl-my-dumb-brother.html' title='Hey Girl, My Dumb Brother'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113147085293210673</id><published>2005-01-31T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:27:32.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Ok</title><content type='html'>I spoke to Dianne today at church.  She spoke back.  She seems okay.  Things are ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked great.  She had on a burgundy suit with a burgundy hat.  Everything she had on burgundy, including her jewelry.  She has got to be rich.  Everything matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what Eld. Wyles precahed about today.  He was preaching hard, too.  I hope I don't need anything from his sermon this week to keep me saved, because I ain't gonna make it this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Dianne was wearing Creed again.  She smelled great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she had on burgundy...  Nevermind, that ain't none of my business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113147085293210673?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147085293210673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113147085293210673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/01/things-are-ok.html' title='Things Are Ok'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18743616.post-113140921249162180</id><published>2005-01-27T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:20:12.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Missed Up</title><content type='html'>I talked to my father and told him about Dianne.  He was cool about it.  He told me to keep a journal from February through April about how I feel about Dianne when I see her and talk to her at church.  I went up to By Example today.  Dianne probably hates me now.  I am so stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18743616-113140921249162180?l=nano05-mac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113140921249162180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18743616/posts/default/113140921249162180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nano05-mac.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-missed-up.html' title='I Missed Up'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
