<?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-15421324</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:44:29.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>selfhelpcowboy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfhelpcowboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15421324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfhelpcowboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>t-boogity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809467177504576200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421324.post-112456764346518859</id><published>2005-08-20T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T12:30:24.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more on dancing , or perhaps "moron dancing"</title><content type='html'>this is what i'm talking about. dancing at weddings. just know that i was clean and sober, yet something made me think it was o.k. to do this in public!&lt;br /&gt;thanks VA for sending this on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/vaudyboys/detail?.dir=/cd84&amp;.dnm=3b72.jpg&amp;amp;.src=ph"&gt;"moron dancing"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15421324-112456764346518859?l=selfhelpcowboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfhelpcowboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112456764346518859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15421324&amp;postID=112456764346518859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15421324/posts/default/112456764346518859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15421324/posts/default/112456764346518859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfhelpcowboy.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-on-dancing-or-perhaps-moron.html' title='more on dancing , or perhaps &quot;moron dancing&quot;'/><author><name>t-boogity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809467177504576200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421324.post-112407220263524411</id><published>2005-08-15T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:43:24.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing at weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: courier new;"&gt;it has been a summer of weddings for me. in fact the past few years have been chock-a-block jam-packed full of weddings. i guess that is par for the course when you're in your late twenties. just about all of my friends have already done the deed and in fact i'll be soon to follow, so i'll tread lightly on the subject of this--my first post on a blog of any sort--lest i incur the kharmic wrath of being subject of future blogs following my nuptials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i dance at weddings. i can't help it. sometimes i cry at weddings, but mostly, i dance. often when i receive an invitation my immediate impulse is to draft top ten request list to be returned with the r.s.v.p. dancing for me is the real draw for any wedding. don't get me wrong here; i know i'm there to bear witness to the union of my dear friends and family members and if i'm truly honest with myself the ceremony is what matters most for me. it is a beautiful thing to watch two of your friends stand in front of what amounts to the cumulative bounty of their lives so far. the friends from childhood, new friends, the cousins, parents of parents, and parents with new husbands and wives and their kids and their kids, -----&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;and here i take a quick moment to point out that, though they may frighten, frustrate, and annoy many of us, it a good idea to have kids at the wedding. you definitely want a couple of ridiculously cute munchkin types to serve as flower girl and ring bearer. if you can manage to enlist a painfully shy, blonde, toe headed boy as the ring bearer, you are guaranteed a cry factor increase of like 15%-20%. but beyond the two super cute kids required for the ceremony, it's good to have some more kids around before and after the ceremony. i discovered this past weekend at my friends' wedding that kids operate like a screen saver for the wedding. they are so susceptible and sensitive to boredom that they can pick up on a boring vibe in a room, like a horse before a storm or a canary in a mineshaft. Kids need constant attention and we adults often find ourselves with nothing much to do or caught in a conversation with someone we either don't know, don't care to know or wish we didn't. when you find yourself in that situation, go play with a kid. the little guy will appreciate the attention and you get a no-questions-asked get out of jail free card. who's gonna fault you for being nice to a child? alternately, if you are uncomfortable with the idea of playing with a kid, you can just talk about the kid with whomever you are in conversation. it's not as good as getting away, but it can steer the discussion from whatever subject is making you edgy. Some kids are good for getting you beers and cookies and stuff if you don't want to navigate a crowded reception hall. for the single man, playing with a kid can greatly increase your chances with the ladies. for the single woman, if you see a guy playing with a kid, know that he might be trying to work this angle. a good test is to tell him that you can't wait to have one of your own.&lt;br /&gt;so it's safe to say, kids are an integral part of any successful wedding. and it's good all my friends are getting married, when my wedding comes around i might just have a fresh crop of munchkins to choose from. my friends Sam and Terry are due to have a son in September, but they both have brown hair. i wonder if it’s bad to bleach a two-year-old's hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;well, i intended to talk about dancing.  i guess i got side-tracked.  i'm sure i'll get back to it at some point.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15421324-112407220263524411?l=selfhelpcowboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfhelpcowboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112407220263524411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15421324&amp;postID=112407220263524411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15421324/posts/default/112407220263524411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15421324/posts/default/112407220263524411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfhelpcowboy.blogspot.com/2005/08/dancing-at-weddings.html' title='dancing at weddings'/><author><name>t-boogity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809467177504576200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
