<?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-34044973</id><updated>2011-09-16T10:27:56.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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>672</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-8933246624973425082</id><published>2010-12-07T21:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:17:39.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TP79ugbp6jI/AAAAAAAAF1A/YIgfyFJP1yc/s1600/cat%2Bhissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548150766388767282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TP79ugbp6jI/AAAAAAAAF1A/YIgfyFJP1yc/s400/cat%2Bhissing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, BITCHES! THIS is "our" 675th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon in out of the cold (wipe your boots first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are here on a good night! I couldn't WAIT to get back to "The Corner" to share my evening with you (whomever you are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before "we" launch into that, "we" must pay respects to Elizabeth Edwards who passed away this morning. Elizabeth was 61-years-old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev" (that's me) hasn't been too happy lately. It's true... I'm not gonna sugar coat this for you (because, really, I don't know you). No worries though, I'm resilient - I bounce back (and sometimes you just have to laugh when you just want to cry, right?). You guessed it - man trouble. The trouble is, I don't have one. Hard to believe, right?! (And I lost all that weight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, if you've read the blog in the past, you might know that Halloween is a magical holiday for me. I love it. I always seem to date someone I meet on Halloween. Remember the "Last EVER Friday HOT Guy?" He was "Hot Cop" - Halloween 2008. (I was a sailor.) He was cute as a button. We are still friends today. Last year I dated a guy in a dress (I was a cowboy), with a girl's name, "Dana," whom I also met on Halloween. This year, Halloween 2010... My costume - NASA Astronaut. It was winning. When I say "winning," I of course mean form fitting and revealing, functional for "trick or treating" and easy to get off when the party is over and you've had too many spirits to navigate things like buttons. ("Kudos" to the NASA space program for their design - it's "kicky." I plan to wear this as often as I can.) As the night waned on, I enjoyed the festivities (private party followed by debauchery at "Blake's") with friends and neighbors. I thought the night would end without meeting anyone "new." Then I saw "Jack" (that's really his name so I probably didn't need to put it in quotes, right?). "Jack" wasn't in costume (he just looked like a straight guy/dad from Alpharetta, out with some gal pals). My first words to him (this is good, so write this down) were "Hey, you straight?!" (I learned that it's just good manners to ask when in doubt.. I didn't know the guy I was groping at the "Scissor Sisters" concert last month was with his girlfriend... Woopsie.) I am always more attracted to straight guys anyway. "Jack" smiled, said "no" (and then proved it). Did I mention that "Jack" is H-O-T, hot? Don't get too excited. This doesn't end well. Fast forward one month and 7 dates, "Jack" exited stage left. Never to be heard from again. Sad? For sure! No explanation. "Kev" (I keep forgetting to write in third person) didn't understand? He ("Kev" that is) was on his BEST behavior. (And after 7 dates, that was difficult to maintain. Polite. Check! Thoughtful. Check! Good listener. Check!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is this going, you may be wondering? (I know, you probably can't wait to read someone elses blog or get back on Facebook.) Here's the crux of the story - "Kev" joined Match.com on Saturday. He's willing to try anything, including Match.com. (Times ticking, that Bonnie Raitt song, "Nick of Time" is my new anthem.) Let me just say, Match.com has managed to collect the largest amount of garden variety weirdos on the internet. Although you complete a survey about your "Mr. Right," Match.com suggests people that clearly don't fall within your scope of interest. Match.com thinks you'd "click" if you both breathe or walk upright. No lie. For example, "Kev" will not date a smoker. I clearly responded "NO WAY" when asked this. Match.com has suggested 3. "Kev" is looking for someone in his age range. (We know what happened with "Hot Cop"/"Last EVER Friday HOT Guy"... "Kev" cried, a LOT, and "Hot Cop" is now living with his 23-year-old (albeit, age appropriate) boyfriend in D.C.. CONGRATS, by the way, HOT Cop, you deserve the best!) Match.com keeps sending me 25 year olds! Tonight they thought I might like a cross dressing transgender guy/gal, Ms./Mr., he/she... I don't understand. Facebook employs intuitive algorithms that locate your crush from second grade. Why can't Match.com utilize the information you give them? I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight "Kev" went on his first Match.com coffee date. (This is why I couldn't WAIT to come home - I had to share this with YOU, because I know YOU care.) (In the future, I will bring my new Netbook so I can write WHILST on the date. I was taking mental notes...) "Clint" (okay, that was really his name) was a very nice/polite, argyle sweater vest wearing "ginger" (whom I think had a thyroid condition, which would explain the Barbara Bush eyes) who plays piano and sings in the choir at the Presbyterian Church. I am not sure how he got through?! I marked "atheist" when asked about religion. Guys in choirs are immediately disqualified. Bleck. I also stated that I hate cats. They scratch you, give you dirty looks and stink up your house. Who sits on "Clint's" piano as he plays (and belts out) "What A Friend We Have In Jesus?" Simon. Simon, the Siamese cat. My mind wandered as he talked about how Atlanta guys are "so plastic." He asked my favorite foods and favorite travel destinations while I day dreamed about "Hot Cop" (Halloween 2008), and wondered why "Jack" left me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are going to have some fun over the next few weeks, so I hope you will stop in and join me on this quest for love. Christmas is coming and I want a present! Next up, Jason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope YOU (and YOU) have a GR-EAT Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Footnote... "Kev" does not discriminate against those who believe in God (or cats), gingers, or anyone with a thyroid condition. Many of my closest and dearest friends are those who are God-fearing cat owners. Gingers drive me wild. I LOVE Prince Harry! "Kev" does, however, draw the line with guys in choirs. It's a deal breaker, as is Barbara Bush.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please enjoy this video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/es60unGCGKw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/es60unGCGKw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-8933246624973425082?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/8933246624973425082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=8933246624973425082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8933246624973425082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8933246624973425082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2010/12/nick-of-time.html' title='Nick Of Time'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TP79ugbp6jI/AAAAAAAAF1A/YIgfyFJP1yc/s72-c/cat%2Bhissing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6482181190943233064</id><published>2010-12-02T21:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:53:34.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get The Party Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TPhaako-4SI/AAAAAAAAF04/Yi8ofed1nkw/s1600/Dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TPhaako-4SI/AAAAAAAAF04/Yi8ofed1nkw/s400/Dali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546282353665433890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What up, bitches?! It's ME! It's YOU! It's US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome BACK (to my online diary). I am EXCITED tonight because I am writing to you from my new HANNSPREE Netbook! I admit, this keyboard is very, very tiny and my fingers are working hard to navigate quickly. Let's see how I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone getting ready for the holiday(s), i.e., Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa, etc., etc., etc.? You might remember from years past that I really don't care for Christmas (which is what my people celebrate). A lot of hype for little reward I think. I suppose if you have kids, it's "fun" (but I doubt it). The inane music gets on my nerves, especially that rum pum pum pum bullshit. You know what I am talking about. Anyhoo, I hope YOU are enjoying the season (and the music) so far this year. We will check back and see how you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone travel over Thanksgiving? "Kev" did and didn't even get that TSA pat down promised by the F.A.A.. Nuts! I was looking forward to it. I wore boxers. (Just keepin' it real...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else? OH, P!nk's "Greatest Hit's So Far" was released on November 22nd. I hope you all purchased/downloaded a copy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am not going to sugar coat this - I am t-i-r-e-d, tired tonight (setting up this new Netbook) so I am going to say BON SOIR (bitches) for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" hope to be back on a regular basis! THANKS for stoppin' in. (We know you have other blogs to read!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy this video... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mW1dbiD_zDk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mW1dbiD_zDk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6482181190943233064?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6482181190943233064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6482181190943233064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6482181190943233064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6482181190943233064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2010/12/get-party-started.html' title='Get The Party Started'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TPhaako-4SI/AAAAAAAAF04/Yi8ofed1nkw/s72-c/Dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2642513991713943939</id><published>2010-11-02T22:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:09:29.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TNDChhoDgWI/AAAAAAAAF0w/j4BHGyTHXIc/s1600/ricky+martin+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TNDChhoDgWI/AAAAAAAAF0w/j4BHGyTHXIc/s400/ricky+martin+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535137823256183138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Bitches! It's YOU, it's ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday! It's Election Day! It's Ricky Martin on Oprah Day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky's memoir, "ME," hit bookstores TODAY and YES I ran out and got my copy. So tonight I really am going to bed with Ricky ('s book). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all I have today. I hope YOU have a GR-EAT Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; Ricky Martin Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev!n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2642513991713943939?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2642513991713943939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2642513991713943939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2642513991713943939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2642513991713943939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2010/11/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TNDChhoDgWI/AAAAAAAAF0w/j4BHGyTHXIc/s72-c/ricky+martin+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3638225603117890348</id><published>2010-10-28T22:52:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:04:01.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise Your Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TMo3raNzPJI/AAAAAAAAF0g/qirWQXaB0J8/s1600/david+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TMo3raNzPJI/AAAAAAAAF0g/qirWQXaB0J8/s400/david+b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533296311089183890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bad penny... "We" are BACK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is UP, bitches?! It has been a long time, hasn't it?! "We've" missed YOU (and YOU) and even YOU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When "we" received the picture above, "we" had to immortalize it here at "The Corner." David Beckham in a Stevie Nicks tee-shirt... It doesn't get much better than that now does it? Enough to bring "us" BACK from an almost 11 month hiatus! (Did I mention that "we've" missed you? I did? Okay.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how have YOU been? What have YOU been up to? Where do we even begin? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad those Chilean miners are out of that well, right? (Were they in a well like that little girl or a mine shaft? I don't know...) Speaking of Chilean miners, since we were last together, "Kev" visited the beautiful city of Buenos Aires... What does that have to do with Chilean miners? Nothing, but did you know that there is a cologne named after me, heavily marketed in Buenos Aires (which is in Argentina and Argentina borders Chile, where those poor miners were trapped in either a well or a mine shaft)? It's true. I wouldn't lie to you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TMo9CVa0OAI/AAAAAAAAF0o/6xrj9blwdkQ/s1600/Kevin+Cologne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TMo9CVa0OAI/AAAAAAAAF0o/6xrj9blwdkQ/s400/Kevin+Cologne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533302202496727042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For $14 Argentine pesos (which is, well, not much), you can own a bottle. I love the tag line, "Just A Touch," (it's true, I smelled it) but mostly because that's what people say about me. They could have found a better model I think but I am just happy my name is on a bottle, plastered on billboards throughout the beautiful city of Buenos Aires in the beautiful country of Argentina, which borders those beautiful Chilean miners. Anyway, I am a bit of a narcissist like Paris, Britney and Fergie (her "Outspoken" smells nice). With Christmas right around "The Corner" (that's a double entendre I haven't used before!), it's a win-win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... P!nk's new single "Raise Your Glass," from her upcoming "Greatest Hits -So Far" CD (released November 6) is HOT HOT HOT so "we" had to post it here! "What part of party don't you understand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/at0YyMh7pH0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/at0YyMh7pH0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, THANKS for stoppin' in (whoever and wherever you are). We will get this party started again/"we" are back because, hey, it's f-u-n, fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time... Raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways, all my under dogs, we will never be, never be anything but loud and nitty gritty dirty little freaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just A Touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev!n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3638225603117890348?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3638225603117890348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3638225603117890348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3638225603117890348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3638225603117890348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2010/10/raise-your-glass.html' title='Raise Your Glass'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/TMo3raNzPJI/AAAAAAAAF0g/qirWQXaB0J8/s72-c/david+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5496785426753416069</id><published>2010-01-27T15:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:27:16.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS For Stoppin' In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/S2CepTG32II/AAAAAAAAF0M/fZAxJ042h1Q/s1600-h/kev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/S2CepTG32II/AAAAAAAAF0M/fZAxJ042h1Q/s400/kev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431515582949742722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey EVERYONE! How are YOU?!; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we have neglected YOU for a long, long time and for that, "we" (still referring to the fictitious staff here) are sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become apparent that "we" have lost steam for "The Corner." Daily posts have become a thing of the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" started the blog in July of 2006, and frankly, "we" are surprised it has lasted THIS long. It has been fun, hasn't it? Today marks our 670th post. In our journey together (that's me and you), we have covered a lot of ground, haven't we? We've met a few celebrities, been to a lot of concerts, celebrated holidays, birthdays and have enjoyed our share of "HOT guys." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" (yes, silly, still just me) aren't closing up "The Corner" just yet, in hopes that "we" will feel motivated again in the future BUT "we" wanted to say thanks to those of you who have "stopped in" and let you know that we have really appreciated it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until "we" return on a more regular basis... Stay well, be happy, be kind to one another and "we" (you know the drill) will be back in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp; Hugs - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5496785426753416069?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5496785426753416069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5496785426753416069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5496785426753416069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5496785426753416069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-for-stoppin-in.html' title='THANKS For Stoppin&apos; In!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/S2CepTG32II/AAAAAAAAF0M/fZAxJ042h1Q/s72-c/kev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2086452338573478566</id><published>2009-12-04T23:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:50:15.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P!nk in London!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sxnd8NiZK8I/AAAAAAAAF0E/VtyOpH0pfbE/s1600-h/LP1280-PINK-funhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sxnd8NiZK8I/AAAAAAAAF0E/VtyOpH0pfbE/s400/LP1280-PINK-funhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411600453758168002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCHES! Welcome! C'mon in! "We" have been away far too long and we are certainly sorry 'bout that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up? What's going on? What d'ya know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving has passed and Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa (whatever we all celebrate) are right around the corner and "we" can't believe that 2009 is coming to a close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you celebrated birthdays that "we" missed (woops). Others of you left to travel to parts of the world "we've" never heard of and frankly don't care about (BON VOYAGE, you know who you are), some of you fell down and hurt yourselves (to you we say, "get well soon, clumsy!"), a couple of you got pregnant (seriously, what were you thinking, but congrats!) and finally, "we" have missed a lot of world news and events such as Tiger Woods' infidelities. For all of this, "we" are sorry. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For "Kev" (still me), this year has been marked by the unprecedented number of concerts attended. At least 17 that come to mind... A lot even by my standards! Among them were Fleetwood Mac (who could forget my favorite, Stevie Nicks, and the "Unleashed" tour including meeting Mick Fleetwood for the 5th time), Paul McCartney (VIP seats, bitches), U2, Britney Spears (again, VIP seats, bitches), Rob Thomas (touched his shoe from my place in the front row, bitches), Heart, Olivia Newton-John (no judging - she's sweet), Lily Allen, Peaches, Joan Jett, One Republic, The Pussycat Dolls (shook hands with one of them - the pretty one, I think), and of course... P!nk (who was great in Chicago and Boston). AND... the year isn't over yet... P!nk's "Funhouse" tour is now in Europe and "Kev" and our "Last EVER Friday HOT Guy" (everyone remember him...) will be in attendance at London's O2 Arena next week! YAY! I will never, ever be able to retire (these shows don't come cheap). Send money. Please.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of me. Your turn. Tell us about YOU. First, who ARE &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;? (I don't know who reads this anymore.) While you ponder your reply, is anyone excited about the new season of "Keeping Up With The Kardashians?" Are they a bunch of ra-tards, or what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bitches, "we" gotta go for now. "We" are going to work very hard to not leave YOU so long in a lurch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This used to be a Funhouse (P!nk) and "we'll" make it a "funhouse" again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2086452338573478566?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2086452338573478566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2086452338573478566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2086452338573478566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2086452338573478566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/12/pnk-in-london.html' title='P!nk in London!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sxnd8NiZK8I/AAAAAAAAF0E/VtyOpH0pfbE/s72-c/LP1280-PINK-funhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2743408277557123762</id><published>2009-11-23T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:01:49.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like Bombay Sapphires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sws8sRDPrfI/AAAAAAAAFz0/z01aGC9spzs/s1600/nicksfix122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sws8sRDPrfI/AAAAAAAAFz0/z01aGC9spzs/s400/nicksfix122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407482508777336306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup EVERYONE?!; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" hope YOU are well! It is almost Thanksgiving here at "The Corner" ("we" celebrate two days BEFORE the rest of the country because "we" don't like crowds or convention). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, "we" have nothing to write tonight (because "we" are watching "Intervention") but want to say, HAVE A GOOD WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my favorite Stevie Nicks songs, "Bombay Sapphires," from "Trouble In Shangri-La," one of my favorite CD's of all time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SdjROqjEN8g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SdjROqjEN8g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2743408277557123762?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2743408277557123762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2743408277557123762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2743408277557123762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2743408277557123762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-like-bombay-sapphires.html' title='It&apos;s Like Bombay Sapphires'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sws8sRDPrfI/AAAAAAAAFz0/z01aGC9spzs/s72-c/nicksfix122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2049858304911108653</id><published>2009-11-11T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:49:10.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SvtbKwgoxhI/AAAAAAAAFzs/sYNklWwKKsY/s1600-h/leonardo_dicaprio19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SvtbKwgoxhI/AAAAAAAAFzs/sYNklWwKKsY/s400/leonardo_dicaprio19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403012418339653138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey EVERYONE! Sup? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know... It's been a LONG time. "We" miss YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is Leonardo DiCaprio's 35th birthday. He is still one of my favorite actors (even though he has aged out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enjoy the rest of YOUR week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SvtbDPIH5eI/AAAAAAAAFzk/sJnOgSaebqc/s1600-h/leonardo_dicaprio_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SvtbDPIH5eI/AAAAAAAAFzk/sJnOgSaebqc/s400/leonardo_dicaprio_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403012289119380962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2049858304911108653?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2049858304911108653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2049858304911108653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2049858304911108653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2049858304911108653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/11/leo.html' title='Leo'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SvtbKwgoxhI/AAAAAAAAFzs/sYNklWwKKsY/s72-c/leonardo_dicaprio19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-930265421689115136</id><published>2009-10-18T09:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:45:51.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Zac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StsbxPXVEwI/AAAAAAAAFzU/sa5woVbxlgE/s1600-h/z1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StsbxPXVEwI/AAAAAAAAFzU/sa5woVbxlgE/s400/z1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393935511458222850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StsbwhTAfqI/AAAAAAAAFzM/e_2F7eVcGTM/s1600-h/zefron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StsbwhTAfqI/AAAAAAAAFzM/e_2F7eVcGTM/s400/zefron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393935499092065954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is Zac Efron's 22nd birthday! Happy birthday Zac! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StsbwSIySJI/AAAAAAAAFzE/aid3931NH7A/s1600-h/zac_efron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StsbwSIySJI/AAAAAAAAFzE/aid3931NH7A/s400/zac_efron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393935495022659730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-930265421689115136?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/930265421689115136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=930265421689115136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/930265421689115136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/930265421689115136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-zac.html' title='Happy Birthday Zac!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StsbxPXVEwI/AAAAAAAAFzU/sa5woVbxlgE/s72-c/z1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2371684988407895209</id><published>2009-10-17T18:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:14:21.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, bitches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StpLRXEuFqI/AAAAAAAAFy8/qItVwM4Qa5c/s1600-h/FM_097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StpLRXEuFqI/AAAAAAAAFy8/qItVwM4Qa5c/s400/FM_097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393706265353262754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SATURDAY! Welcome folks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope YOU are enjoying your weekend, wherever you are reading this from in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If YOU are in Paris, France, you may have caught Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour earlier this evening. The band is now making its' way throughout Europe and then on to Australia! Stevie announced that Fleetwood Mac will return to the studio in January 2010 to begin recording their first CD in 6 years. Exciting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P!nk's "Funhouse" tour is heading to Europe as well and "Kev" and a super special friend will be there! I/we can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's really all of the news I have for now. It's cold, dark and somewhat dreary here in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get tired of this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8IfOMJlGRjo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8IfOMJlGRjo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2371684988407895209?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2371684988407895209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2371684988407895209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2371684988407895209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2371684988407895209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-bitches.html' title='Saturday, bitches!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StpLRXEuFqI/AAAAAAAAFy8/qItVwM4Qa5c/s72-c/FM_097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3507084447913340261</id><published>2009-10-11T18:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:14:38.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StJXwrOv-kI/AAAAAAAAFy0/kmWuUxFAuVw/s1600-h/Rob-Thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StJXwrOv-kI/AAAAAAAAFy0/kmWuUxFAuVw/s400/Rob-Thomas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391468197665831490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SUNDAY (bitches)! "We" hope YOU are doing well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Thomas is on tour promoting his second solo CD, "Cradelsong," and I caught his show (from the front friggin row) here at The Fox last week. Rob was g-r-e-a-t, great. I really enjoy THIS song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDFhgSC2Zow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDFhgSC2Zow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my good friend (and ex BF), Steve's, BIRTHDAY! It's also National Coming Out Day! HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic week everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3507084447913340261?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3507084447913340261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3507084447913340261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3507084447913340261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3507084447913340261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/10/rob-thomas.html' title='Rob Thomas'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/StJXwrOv-kI/AAAAAAAAFy0/kmWuUxFAuVw/s72-c/Rob-Thomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6385470968572115930</id><published>2009-10-04T20:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:12:08.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Ssk5ytZmohI/AAAAAAAAFys/0bVvS9NNYmc/s1600-h/zzz121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Ssk5ytZmohI/AAAAAAAAFys/0bVvS9NNYmc/s400/zzz121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388901972468736530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SUNDAY BITCHES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6385470968572115930?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6385470968572115930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6385470968572115930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6385470968572115930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6385470968572115930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday.html' title='SUNDAY!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Ssk5ytZmohI/AAAAAAAAFys/0bVvS9NNYmc/s72-c/zzz121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3261463468707051316</id><published>2009-09-28T20:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:54:10.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>P!nk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SsFaen3nFBI/AAAAAAAAFyk/XIeO3879WRE/s1600-h/DH_1507_v01%2520copy%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SsFaen3nFBI/AAAAAAAAFyk/XIeO3879WRE/s400/DH_1507_v01%2520copy%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386686111456629778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second "favorite" after Stevie Nicks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3261463468707051316?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3261463468707051316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3261463468707051316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3261463468707051316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3261463468707051316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/09/pnk.html' title='P!nk'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SsFaen3nFBI/AAAAAAAAFyk/XIeO3879WRE/s72-c/DH_1507_v01%2520copy%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2052821722890407840</id><published>2009-09-16T18:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:07:53.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Atalanta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SrFi0YQgPWI/AAAAAAAAFyU/HcMH05Sc62o/s1600-h/Prince%2BHarry%2BTurns%2B25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SrFi0YQgPWI/AAAAAAAAFyU/HcMH05Sc62o/s400/Prince%2BHarry%2BTurns%2B25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382191681688845666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up y'all? (I can say "y'all" since I am an official red neck now!) It's HUMP DAY boys and girls and a storm is brewing over Atlanta! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been a little lax maintaining "The Corner." "We're" not even sure anyone "stops in" much these days. (I blame Facebook... Now EVERYONE is a blogger!) So if you are reading this, THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor Patrick Swayze passed away yesterday from pancreatic cancer. He was 57. From what I understand, he had a three-pack-a-day smoking habit (not sure why I am mentioning this other than the fact that this seems super excessive). DON'T SMOKE. It isn't good. Anyways, rest in peace Patrick. I thought you were cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone watching the new Lifetime hit, "Drop Dead Diva?" I'm hooked. Love it. The premise of the show is that Deb, a pretty/thin/vapid aspiring model, is killed in a car crash. She is turned away at the gates of heaven (I believe) and returns to earth as attorney Jane (an overweight, cat loving gal with not much of a life). No one except two people know that Jane is really Deb in Jane's old/fat body. (I admit, my recap is not stellar, but watch the show anyway. It's a nice way to end the weekend because it airs on Sunday evening.) The show also stars Margaret Cho who I just love AND saw perform in Nashville at "Zanies!" this past weekend. She was hys-ter-ical AND the show is filmed here in Peachtree City, Georgia, about 30 minutes south of the A-T-L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Harry (isn't he the "cutest") turned 25 yesterday and inherited the $10.5 million his mum left him from her estate. That's serious bank. I love him even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Griffin's book, "Official Book Club Selection, A Memoir According To Kathy Griffin," was released last week. I got it. I read it. I loved it. Among her many acknowledgments, Kathy thanked the entire gay community. Anyhoo, buy her book. You will like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Ted Kennedy's "True Compass." Can't wait to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev" (lame third person reference to myself) is now registered for not one, but TWO marathons here in Atlanta. The first is a "half" (13.1 miles) and the second is a "full" (26.2 miles). The half takes place in just 3 weeks and the full will be on Thanksgiving Day. You might even call me Atalanta! (The Greek Goddess of Running and Romance...) I have to say, they are quite addicting! Nothing like the rush of running with 45,000 people (pushing, shoving and kicking your way to the finish line before 40,000 of them... hee hee. I'm not modest). I have to be honest and tell you... when I register for these things, I never worry about the race itself. I will do great. I DO, however, worry about what I will wear. I have learned that you never mix and match brands. It doesn't work. If you wear a Nike shirt, you have to wear Nike shorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think "we" will call it a night. Enjoy the rest of your week folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs not hugs. I mean hugs not drugs. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS stupid song is playing in my head (forgive me for sharing it with you) and I think this l'il hooker is annoying. ENJOY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxUr2ggLlhI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxUr2ggLlhI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2052821722890407840?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2052821722890407840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2052821722890407840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2052821722890407840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2052821722890407840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/09/atalanta.html' title='Atalanta!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SrFi0YQgPWI/AAAAAAAAFyU/HcMH05Sc62o/s72-c/Prince%2BHarry%2BTurns%2B25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-7174797763045712072</id><published>2009-09-09T21:46:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:49:53.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proof Is(n't) In The Pudding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SqhgoCyB80I/AAAAAAAAFyE/IVNNPRsrJQQ/s1600-h/david-beckham-emporio-armani-underwear-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SqhgoCyB80I/AAAAAAAAFyE/IVNNPRsrJQQ/s400/david-beckham-emporio-armani-underwear-26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379655995951805250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's UP bitches? You're here, I'm here - wipe your feet, c'mon in and let's get to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is our 660th post here at "The Corner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everyone watch the Presidential Address on Health Care Reform this evening? You did? Great! Can you please explain it to us? My head hurts. Did you hear the congressman yell "LIES!" Sounded like the House of Commons. I love watching the House of Commons, with all the wig pulling they do. I think these politicians should throw real/physical punches. It's why I love hockey. I think more people would watch (and get excited) if they roughed each other up a little. These are important issues. It's warranted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the phrase, "the proof is in the pudding" come from? This crossed my mind today/not sure why, but I hate it. Bothers me somewhat. Seems like the "proof" should be in something more scientific/substantial, like a lab test, x-ray or equation. I do, however, really enjoy pudding. Can you think of another expression or phrase that makes absolutely no sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you heard me complain about my new "40 HDTV (and how it was too vivid/seizure inducing, etc..). Turns out, I did not have the proper equipment so it was not performing at its' full potential (like me...). I am happy to tell you that it now works perfectly AND I have Bravo! I can't leave the TV! It's like an old friend that I have missed for a very, very long time and we are getting reacquainted. "Flipping Out," LOVE IT! "The Real Housewives of Atlanta," can't get enough of those bitches. "Hoarders," riveting, compelling, edge-of-your-seat entertainment! Anyway, I hope YOU are all tuning in to the fine programming cable has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SqhhqGOthlI/AAAAAAAAFyM/CNolgr-cuCI/s1600-h/MeaningMatthew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SqhhqGOthlI/AAAAAAAAFyM/CNolgr-cuCI/s400/MeaningMatthew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379657130748773970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are YOU all reading? "We" read "The Meaning of Matthew" this week and "we" could NOT put it down. A real page turner that "we" read from cover to cover in just one night. Judy Shepard's book takes us in the life and death of her son, Matthew Shepard, who was tied to a fence, bludgeoned and left for dead in Laramie, Wyoming in October of 1998. Well-written and poignant, the book moved me. "We" give it the highest recommendation, which is 5 David Beckhams. That's how we rate books here. Just a very, very sad story. "We" have added the link to "The Matthew Shepard Foundation," formed by Matthew's family, here at The Corner, so YOU can learn more about the organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev" (and friend) caught Britney Spears' "Circus Tour" here in Atlanta last Friday from the 10th row. For this show, 10th row was just perfect. Britney "brought it." She really "represented," if you speak my language. A great view of Britney, her fabulous costumes (shiny/sparklie) and her dancers/circus performers. Britney looked (and lip-synced) GREAT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I think this brings us up-to-date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS for stoppin in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very special (and HOT HOT HOT) friend reminded me this week that THIS song is their song for ME! What a nice sentiment, although I am not certain what the song is about. "We'll" assume it means something nice and post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vUFDOlO6B2w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vUFDOlO6B2w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-7174797763045712072?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/7174797763045712072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=7174797763045712072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7174797763045712072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7174797763045712072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/09/proof-isnt-in-pudding.html' title='The Proof Is(n&apos;t) In The Pudding'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SqhgoCyB80I/AAAAAAAAFyE/IVNNPRsrJQQ/s72-c/david-beckham-emporio-armani-underwear-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6047371768036079572</id><published>2009-08-27T19:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:48:35.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SpcVkryGzFI/AAAAAAAAFx8/8j49ZPTuvJo/s1600-h/dog-playing-piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SpcVkryGzFI/AAAAAAAAFx8/8j49ZPTuvJo/s400/dog-playing-piano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374788400262335570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey EVERYONE! What's new? "We" hope YOU are swell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" have LOTS to write about but no time to write (YIKES!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you that TODAY is my Grandfather's birthday! He was born on this day back in 1924. TODAY would have been his 85th! (I had to mention this since he is in my thoughts today.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" will be BACK soon (promise), but until then, please enjoy this piano rendition of one of my favorite Fleetwood Mac songs, ever, called "Seven Wonders." The song was written by Stevie Nicks (and a gal named Sandy Stewart) and is from, brace yourself...1987. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song holds "special" meaning for me (and yes, reminds me of someone like most songs do). It was out/popular when I was just 20 years old and was just starting to frequent the really FUN "clubs" on Belmont &amp; Halsted in Chicago. (I loved under age clubbing.) I used to request this song at "Sidetracks" when it was just a small galley of a bar. (FYI - while still there, "Sidetracks" has expanded and been updated...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Uk3jY93OJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Uk3jY93OJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senor Kev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SING ALONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long ago&lt;br /&gt;Certain place&lt;br /&gt;Certain time&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand&lt;br /&gt;All the way&lt;br /&gt;All the way down to Emmiline&lt;br /&gt;But if our paths never cross&lt;br /&gt;Well you know I'm sorry but&lt;br /&gt;If I live to see the seven wonders&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a path to the rainbow's end&lt;br /&gt;I'll never live to match the beauty again&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Someone with that kind of intensity&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I played it cool&lt;br /&gt;And you reached out your hand for me&lt;br /&gt;But if our paths never cross&lt;br /&gt;Well you know I'm sorry but&lt;br /&gt;If I live to see the seven wonders&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a path to the rainbow's end&lt;br /&gt;I'll never live to match the beauty again&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long ago&lt;br /&gt;It's a certain time&lt;br /&gt;It's a certain place&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand and you smiled&lt;br /&gt;All the way back you held out your hand&lt;br /&gt;If I hope and I pray&lt;br /&gt;Ooh it might work out someday&lt;br /&gt;If I live to see the seven wonders&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a path to the rainbow's end&lt;br /&gt;I'll never live to match the beauty again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I live to see the seven wonders&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a path to the rainbow's end&lt;br /&gt;I'll never live to match the beauty again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I live to see the seven wonders&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a path to the rainbow's end&lt;br /&gt;I'll never live to match the beauty again"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6047371768036079572?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6047371768036079572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6047371768036079572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6047371768036079572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6047371768036079572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/08/seven-wonders.html' title='Seven Wonders'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SpcVkryGzFI/AAAAAAAAFx8/8j49ZPTuvJo/s72-c/dog-playing-piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-7758694668932333757</id><published>2009-08-09T23:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:13:12.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sn-P7jjvYqI/AAAAAAAAFxs/rWAEoAUMO44/s1600-h/4620_1139854547364_1557429828_332332_2574432_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sn-P7jjvYqI/AAAAAAAAFxs/rWAEoAUMO44/s400/4620_1139854547364_1557429828_332332_2574432_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368167534169121442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUP y'all? It's K-E-V, Kev here! It is Sunday and I am blue because I, like most of you, have to go back to work tomorrow. (No, I didn't win the Mega Millions over the weekend...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have posted this video here before. The song was playing in my head today and it reminds me of a not-so-long-lost friend (who I spoke with just TODAY). Yes, I'm talking in riddles. Riddles are fun. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy this old song again like I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOV1YVtnEW4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOV1YVtnEW4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a GREAT week everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-7758694668932333757?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/7758694668932333757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=7758694668932333757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7758694668932333757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7758694668932333757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/08/riddles.html' title='Riddles'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sn-P7jjvYqI/AAAAAAAAFxs/rWAEoAUMO44/s72-c/4620_1139854547364_1557429828_332332_2574432_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3977030389232478123</id><published>2009-08-05T01:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:48:19.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Rock 'N Roll Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SnpSXSIYU9I/AAAAAAAAFxk/IprYWTUecr4/s1600-h/post_startline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SnpSXSIYU9I/AAAAAAAAFxk/IprYWTUecr4/s400/post_startline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366692465922823122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SnkY3GLAALI/AAAAAAAAFxc/PwmYk1Nr54g/s1600-h/kevinrocknroll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SnkY3GLAALI/AAAAAAAAFxc/PwmYk1Nr54g/s400/kevinrocknroll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366347765817278642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are YOU? I am swell. Actually, I have a stye in my left eye and it's swollen up something bad so don't expect much today, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one pic (the only one I could afford) from the first inaugural Chicago Rock 'N Roll Half Marathon that took place last Sunday. "Kev" (still me!) was the 4,512th person of 14,438 to finish. While I reported erroneously that my time was 1:59, I have since learned that my official time was 2:02. (Nuts!) While better than the last, I wanted to finish in under two hours. Anyhoo, the weather was great, the city views were spectacular and it was just a lot of fun. (I look like a real athlete thanks to fancy "trick" photography, don't I?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you.... I had to laugh a bit about something.... One of my dearest friends in Atlanta, Scott, does not care for Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'." (He says it makes him cry.) I am certain this song was the official song of the half marathon, performed by at least 7 of the 12 bands WHILST I ran past them. Had I had my phone, I would have called my friend Scott just to say, "See, it's a nice song! No more crying for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the run, "Kev" had the BEST time visiting with several friends in Chicago including Steve, Wayne, "#1," #1's family, Mr. D., his partner Sam, Mrs. S, her husband, Mr. S., and my old friend Doug! (Did I forget anyone?) It was nice to see the city through tourist eyes too. I love Chicago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, my second gold fish, "Sherrill," passed away whilst I was away. R.I.P. Sherrill. I think I am done with fish. I am happy to have my counter space back (my new wine rack looks great though)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright you hookers (again, term of endearment), I hope YOU have a GREAT rest of YOUR week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Stop Believin' - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/barLaHrtvoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/barLaHrtvoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3977030389232478123?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3977030389232478123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3977030389232478123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3977030389232478123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3977030389232478123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/08/chicago-rock-n-roll-half-marathon.html' title='Chicago Rock &apos;N Roll Half Marathon'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SnpSXSIYU9I/AAAAAAAAFxk/IprYWTUecr4/s72-c/post_startline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-394217705167282101</id><published>2009-07-30T17:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:49:08.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Landslide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SnIjTx1dx2I/AAAAAAAAFxU/vO71HCO-bKw/s1600-h/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SnIjTx1dx2I/AAAAAAAAFxU/vO71HCO-bKw/s400/david.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364388928853755746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back hookers! (Did everyone remember our new word?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY marks our 655th post here at The Corner and we're glad you are here to celebrate with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know that I am somewhat of a Stevie Nicks fan. What? You didn't know that? (Hee hee!) It's true... I love her. Anyhoo, I came across this performance of a very old song - one that never gets old to me. Enjoy....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FhNrrrCCTdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FhNrrrCCTdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I gotta go. I hope YOU have a GR-EAT weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and love to you -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-394217705167282101?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/394217705167282101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=394217705167282101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/394217705167282101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/394217705167282101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/07/landslide.html' title='Landslide'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SnIjTx1dx2I/AAAAAAAAFxU/vO71HCO-bKw/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6998966633670137766</id><published>2009-07-28T22:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:04:27.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>XIEXIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sm-4-cadQGI/AAAAAAAAFxE/wKO6NCqZka8/s1600-h/5180_101683881355_535481355_2574618_6508138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sm-4-cadQGI/AAAAAAAAFxE/wKO6NCqZka8/s400/5180_101683881355_535481355_2574618_6508138_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363709064140111970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup? Do you like the picture of Stevie Nicks above? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" are not sure if anyone stops in here anymore but if you do, we say THANKS, or, in simplified Chinese, XIEXIE! "We" admit, "we've" lost our mojo. "We" are very, very, very busy and well, The Corner has taken a back seat. Plus, hold on to your skirts, I'M DATING! YAY! (And the person actually likes me, which is always a plus in my relationships.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new with you bitches? Can you believe it is almost August? Where does the time go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" learned some new words! One of them is "hooker." If we call you a "hooker," like "bitch," it is also a term of endearment. If we call you a "hooker bitch," well, then you are REALLY special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev" is getting ready to run the first ever Rock 'N Roll Half Marathon in CHICAGO this Sunday! YAY! The 13.1 mile run will wind through the streets of Chicago, my former hometown. The race starts at 6:30 a.m. and I will be running under the alias of "Sara" because I did not register in time and had to purchase Sara's race number from her! XIEXIE, Sara! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" have no idea what is going on in pop culture? "We're" a poor excuse for a gay man's blog. "We" haven't even watched television in MONTHS. Perhaps YOU could enlighten us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we gotta go you hooker bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" hope you enjoy the rest of the week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever Kev, hooker bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-miljmyig0"&gt;RADAR&lt;/a&gt; to watch Britney Spears' song which reminds me of, well, not you. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6998966633670137766?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6998966633670137766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6998966633670137766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6998966633670137766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6998966633670137766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/07/xiexe.html' title='XIEXIE'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sm-4-cadQGI/AAAAAAAAFxE/wKO6NCqZka8/s72-c/5180_101683881355_535481355_2574618_6508138_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2617091839859369492</id><published>2009-07-16T17:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:26:35.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regeneration Tour '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sl-on_Vxq3I/AAAAAAAAFw8/IIVh2bVXYbs/s1600-h/Regeneration_Tour_2009_promo_crop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sl-on_Vxq3I/AAAAAAAAFw8/IIVh2bVXYbs/s400/Regeneration_Tour_2009_promo_crop2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359187486565313394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUZ UP EVERYONE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's THURSDAY here at "The Corner" and, as always, we say THANKS for stoppin' in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I love summer. I love concerts. I love summer concerts! The "Regeneration Tour" made its' stop (the last of the month-long tour) here in Atlanta last night at Chastain Park! "Kev" was THERE (with a very hot, hottie McHottersen whom I just love, but that's not really germane to this post). So what is the "Regeneration Tour," you might ask? Regeneration is comprised of five 80's groups including Wang Chung ("Everybody Have Fun Tonight," "Let's Go," "Dance Hall Days"), Cutting Crew ("I've Been In Love Before," "I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight"), Berlin, ("Metro"), ABC ("The Look of Love") and Missing Persons (who were not in Atlanta - they were actually missing). The show was f-u-n, fun! I was surprised that I knew so many of the songs! What a great decade for music. Did I mention that my "date" was as hot as a summer night in Atlanta? (If you haven't been here in July, it's off the charts uncomfortable hot.) Anyhoo, I forgot what else I was going to share about the evening's event. OH, I think the best part was I didn't have to plan a thing, pay for the tickets or dinner/drinks! Did I mention that my "date" is super HOT? I did? Alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some videos for your viewing pleasure... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/khm0p3l6x2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/khm0p3l6x2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_UXtort76gY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_UXtort76gY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJtz3PPrnGQ"&gt;LET'S GO&lt;/a&gt; to see Wang Chung perform "Let's Go!" (I like this song!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I gotta get outta here now and create some new memories! Here's to your new memories too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang Chung (tonight)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2617091839859369492?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2617091839859369492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2617091839859369492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2617091839859369492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2617091839859369492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/07/regeneration-tour-09.html' title='Regeneration Tour &apos;09'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sl-on_Vxq3I/AAAAAAAAFw8/IIVh2bVXYbs/s72-c/Regeneration_Tour_2009_promo_crop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-569158406523118545</id><published>2009-07-11T11:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:33:13.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SlivijqY9TI/AAAAAAAAFw0/UYRcidchoG0/s1600-h/4th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SlivijqY9TI/AAAAAAAAFw0/UYRcidchoG0/s400/4th.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357224764980655410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey folks! Happy SATURDAY! It's a GREAT day here in the A-T-L. Simply beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really running out of steam here with this silly blog. Just don't know what to write about lately? I don't even know who is celebrating their birthday or what is going on in Hollywood. I shouldn't tell you this but I don't even have cable. No Bravo, no MTV, not even CNN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone taking a summer vacation or "holiday?" Tell "us" about it! "We" want to know! "Kev" is planning a trip to NYC. Excited? For sure. I am ashamed to admit that I haven't spent much time in NYC so I have a lot of catching up to do. I am looking forward to running in Central Park, taking in a Broadway show and seeing all of the sites (and buying clothes from my favorite designer, Ben Sherman, from the largest Macy's in the world). I do have a friend who works for MTV who is promising me a tour, so I am NYC bound. Anyhoo, "we'll" let you know how that trip goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to share the picture above on the 4th of July but didn't get around to it. This guy's ab's look just like mine! (No lie.) Okay, so they aren't exactly like mine but close. Okay, they aren't close. Alright, not even close. Ah, who cares right? They are probably painted on and air brushed anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to make like a tree and get outta here. I hope YOU, even YOU, (I have no enemies today) have a GREAT weekend! THANKS for stoppin' in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-569158406523118545?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/569158406523118545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=569158406523118545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/569158406523118545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/569158406523118545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/07/nyc-bound.html' title='NYC Bound'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SlivijqY9TI/AAAAAAAAFw0/UYRcidchoG0/s72-c/4th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-743958391460278144</id><published>2009-07-07T18:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:10:56.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peachtree Road Race 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SlPFxGWFTeI/AAAAAAAAFwk/l-YrQtkl7xk/s1600-h/peachtree+road+race+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SlPFxGWFTeI/AAAAAAAAFwk/l-YrQtkl7xk/s400/peachtree+road+race+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355841829181148642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup y'all? I hope YOU are well on this Tuesday evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev" (still third person reference to self - gays like to do this) is SUPER excited about the prospect of seeing his 55th Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks concert at Wembley Arena in LONDON (my home away from home). The Mac will embark on the European leg of their "Unleashed" tour this fall and "Kev" has secured tickets for one of the three shows at Wembley Arena! (I have until tomorrow to "back out," so I am giving this some considerable consideration.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everyone catch the Michael Jackson memorial today? I missed it. All of it. Not intentionally of course, I just couldn't take the day away from the office to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4th marked the 40th Peachtree Road Race here in Atlanta. While I have lived in Atlanta since 2002, this was my FIRST Peachtree Road Race. I will just tell you... Of the 51,000 people participating, I finished in 53 minutes and was the 5,096 person to cross the finish line. It's always fun running down streets you normally only drive on. What was "weird" was running through red lights you would normally stop at. Anyhoo, the picture above was taken after the run. I will post "action" photos soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, speaking of running, I gotta run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all s-w-e-l-l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-743958391460278144?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/743958391460278144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=743958391460278144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/743958391460278144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/743958391460278144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/07/peachtree-road-race-2009.html' title='Peachtree Road Race 2009'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SlPFxGWFTeI/AAAAAAAAFwk/l-YrQtkl7xk/s72-c/peachtree+road+race+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5309986585289037093</id><published>2009-06-25T17:59:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:28:57.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>Welcome BACK bitches! What a week! TGIF, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks our 650th post here at "The Corner." Unfortunately, we have nothing but sad news to discuss. You know what I am talking about... You don't live under a rock or on another planet, right? I can't "scoop" you this time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkVN14ViecI/AAAAAAAAFwM/W2ywGsHScJU/s1600-h/farrah_fawcett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkVN14ViecI/AAAAAAAAFwM/W2ywGsHScJU/s400/farrah_fawcett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351769320250833346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, Farrah Fawcett died yesterday at the age of 62. Farrah died after a long battle with anal cancer. Farrah really was the best "angel." I loved her. Her poster was the highest grossing poster of all time (I think), selling more than 12 million copies. If you have read this blog since its' inception then you may know that my Grandfather had that very poster when I was a kid. Very sad news. She was too young to die. Goodbye Farrah. (My childhood hamster was also named "Farrah" and I always thought Ryan O'Neal was the cutest actor, ever.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkVOHXEbntI/AAAAAAAAFwc/PzCAUymy_KA/s1600-h/russthefish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkVOHXEbntI/AAAAAAAAFwc/PzCAUymy_KA/s400/russthefish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351769620558356178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after learning about Farrah, I came home and found my fish, "Billy," (aka, "Russ") dead. "Billy-Russ" took ill about one month ago, exhibiting strange fish behavior like laying on his back on the bottom of the aquarium or floating upside down on the top of the water... He had momentary lapses of normalcy, so I kept hoping he would get better. He didn't. Sad. I know you think I am crazy getting emotionally attached to a gold fish, but this fish was different for a few reasons. He was my "reward" for completing the ING Half Marathon in March. He was very cute (looked like he had tattoos), and he actually had personality. Anyone who met him agrees. I did not flush "Billy-Russ" though... He is wrapped in a paper towel, in a baggie, in the freezer until I can bury him. R.I.P. "Billy-Russ" You were the best gold fish, ever. "Billy-Russ" is survived by "Sherrill," who requests her privacy at this difficult time. She is distraught over his passing. (Or she may be concerned that I may flush her since I was really just keeping her around for the other one.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkVN8DE7hJI/AAAAAAAAFwU/cJVXGTsoT9w/s1600-h/michael-jackson-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkVN8DE7hJI/AAAAAAAAFwU/cJVXGTsoT9w/s400/michael-jackson-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351769426213176466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT, the world learned of the death of the "King of Pop," MICHAEL JACKSON! My friend, Billy, (yes, my fish's namesake) called to break the news. Sad. Very sad. I can't write anything that hasn't already been said (and I didn't know him now did I). I only wish I could have seen him in concert at least once. I am sure it would have been amazing. My two favorite Michael Jackson songs are "Dirty Diana" and "Smooth Criminal." Anyways... Goodbye Michael Jackson. The world lost a tremendous talent. (And, unfortunately, we will be hearing about this in the media for months to come. Who gets the kids, who gets his money, yadda yadda yadda. "We" promise we won't write about this again here.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I debated whether I would share this, but what the heck - here goes... You all know I traveled with pal Scott to Nashville last Friday to see Fleetwood Mac. Whilst on our 4 hour journey to the venue, we ran out of things to chat about so we played "dead celebrity." (I don't know if that is the games official name or not...) "Dead celebrity" is simply a game in which you identify which famous person you think will pass away next. Everyone plays this game, right? Scott picked Patrick Swayze (likely choice) and I picked Farrah, so I won. I always win at most things. It's just my way. (I will tell you, I had just seen the Farrah cover of The Enquirer the night before, so she was on my mind). Neither of us considered Ed McMahon. I did tell Scott that there would be a "wild card," someone nobody expects, like Sonny Bono skiing into a tree. That wacky shit always happens, right? Michael was the "wild card." Anyway, sort of macabre, I know, but it seemed like a real co-ink-ee-dink since I don't play that game often. It has been reported that Michael Jackson didn't expect to live past the age of 40. Like Michael, I don't expect that I will live a long life either. Mostly because I don't want to. I'm thinking 50 or 55. Who knows. I know, again you think I'm crazy, but it's really how I feel. I've had fun already so why be greedy? The truth is, I really just don't want to be an old man with old man ailments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in lighter "news," I did get 5th row VIP seats to see... Paul McCartney! I can't wait. I have never seen Paul in concert so I am looking forward to it (and am hoping he doesn't die before August 15th.) What? That's not mean! He's old! I am just keeping it real. (Someone on Facebook didn't think I should have written that... I say "f*&amp;k you." I'll write what I want.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it everyone. I have to get ready for the Michael Jackson tribute tonight (which, the DJ promises me, WILL include a few Stevie Nicks hits) at The Eagle! If you attend, wear your sequined cod piece! LOL! Okay, I have to tell you... #1 asked if I was wearing my sparkly cod piece last night and that was about the funniest thing she has said, well, in about an hour. She's nuts. I love her...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5309986585289037093?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5309986585289037093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5309986585289037093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5309986585289037093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5309986585289037093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkVN14ViecI/AAAAAAAAFwM/W2ywGsHScJU/s72-c/farrah_fawcett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3604123253989611720</id><published>2009-06-24T18:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:50:07.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashville Pretty (Part Two...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKoPchHSjI/AAAAAAAAFwE/pIW0svjQuvk/s1600-h/IMG_8493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKoPchHSjI/AAAAAAAAFwE/pIW0svjQuvk/s400/IMG_8493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351024290576157234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! SUP? You're here, I'm here, we're all HERE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know from the last post that "Kev," that's ME, and pal Scott were in "Music City" (Nashville or "Nashvegas") last weekend for Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour (where we stood at the stage and hob knobbed with the band). Did I mention all of that already? I did? Well... It also happened to be Nashville's "Gay Pride" weekend so Scott and I took in some of the events including a stellar performance by the world renowned drag queen, "Lady Bunny..." I have never ever cared for watching a man dress like an ugly woman whilst lip synching poorly to the latest diva pop hit. Just not my brand of entertainment... HOWEVER, Lady Bunny was actually fun and we enjoyed her show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I told you that we coined the phrase "Nashville Pretty," which isn't really "pretty" at all, but is nicer than saying hideous, unfortunate or ugly, so I thought I would share some pictures selected, believe it or not, at random... I'd like to know what some of these people are thinking?!; For reals! You be the judge... (and send your comments!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKmWS6HieI/AAAAAAAAFvk/InQzrLljVoQ/s1600-h/IMG_8386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKmWS6HieI/AAAAAAAAFvk/InQzrLljVoQ/s400/IMG_8386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022209232505314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKmWJtvqMI/AAAAAAAAFvc/csRy3_E1fH8/s1600-h/IMG_8385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKmWJtvqMI/AAAAAAAAFvc/csRy3_E1fH8/s400/IMG_8385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022206764689602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKmWGdO1oI/AAAAAAAAFvU/ZCBUPHvj9Wk/s1600-h/IMG_8380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKmWGdO1oI/AAAAAAAAFvU/ZCBUPHvj9Wk/s400/IMG_8380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022205890123394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKmWi_nEoI/AAAAAAAAFvs/MbQWkLtl-VY/s1600-h/IMG_8404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKmWi_nEoI/AAAAAAAAFvs/MbQWkLtl-VY/s400/IMG_8404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022213550510722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm a little "Nashville Pretty" myself (YES, I was tired and YES it was a 1,000 degrees outside BUT I do love my Ben Sherman shirt (and Scott's shirt too....). Our friend in the middle is "Blake." He had big ears but was super nice and, as you can see, very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKmV4Yg8WI/AAAAAAAAFvM/97UZb2JexiE/s1600-h/IMG_8373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKmV4Yg8WI/AAAAAAAAFvM/97UZb2JexiE/s400/IMG_8373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022202112242018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we if we can't poke fun at one another (and by that I mean other people), right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's IT friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't play this around the kids....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wv_cbXE4hIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wv_cbXE4hIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3604123253989611720?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3604123253989611720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3604123253989611720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3604123253989611720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3604123253989611720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/06/nashville-pretty-part-two.html' title='Nashville Pretty (Part Two...)'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SkKoPchHSjI/AAAAAAAAFwE/pIW0svjQuvk/s72-c/IMG_8493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6383598335004114736</id><published>2009-06-21T17:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:54:34.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashville Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sj6w0VauKCI/AAAAAAAAFu8/2nbJDkXruJg/s1600-h/scott+sommet+center+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sj6w0VauKCI/AAAAAAAAFu8/2nbJDkXruJg/s400/scott+sommet+center+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349907820511635490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on gold dust woman! (And the rest of you!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, "Kev" (that's ME) and friend Scott (seen above!) were front row center Friday night at Nashville's Sommet Center for Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was, in a word, FUN! Before the concert even started, Lindsey Buckingham slapped my hand from my place at the stage, which was, again...front row center. At the end of the show, Lindsey gave me his guitar pick (which I lost that night at a Nashville dance club, "Play,"  BUT don't fret... I found it! Let's just say it wasn't my first time crawling around the floor in a bar). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow and Michelle Branch were in the audience and Carrie Underwood was spotted on the corner (where you see Scottie standing above) although I did not get a picture of her (or myself for that matter... which is unfortunate since I looked super cute in my Ben Sherman jeans, Calvin Klein tee and black pumas - the outfit was comfortable, age appropriate and cute - a win-win I think. I never take pictures at concerts though because I don't want to be bothered with a camera and prefer to enjoy experiencing the show over worrying about pictures.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to many, many, many concerts in my time (it's what I "do") and I will tell you... Scott was the BEST concert date, EVER! He has been to other shows with me, so he "gets" I am a little Type A about getting to my spot at the stage in time. He made certain we were where we needed to be on time. Yes, he poked fun at Stevie's "wiccan ways" and he sang like a goat a little bit (which is his interpretation of her) but he knew every word to every song. He is insane. It was almost as fun watching Scott as it was watching the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the city of Nashville too (I'm "Nashville pretty" which is sort of a back handed compliment to me and the city of Nashville. You see... the gays there are NOT pretty like their Atlanta counterparts, so we said they were "Nashville Pretty." Sadly, I am not considered "pretty" in Atlanta either (it's true - I accept it) but in Nashville, I fit in just fine!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, like a stone, I gotta roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashville Pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ME under what is supposed to say "Fleetwood Mac!" Scott is Atlanta Pretty though, so we'll let is slide that I am under the "Thomas (as in train) and Friends" marquee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sj7H18n8FwI/AAAAAAAAFvE/po44KrDlsKw/s1600-h/kevinsommetcenter+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sj7H18n8FwI/AAAAAAAAFvE/po44KrDlsKw/s400/kevinsommetcenter+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349933136983365378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6383598335004114736?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6383598335004114736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6383598335004114736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6383598335004114736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6383598335004114736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/06/nashville-pretty.html' title='Nashville Pretty'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sj6w0VauKCI/AAAAAAAAFu8/2nbJDkXruJg/s72-c/scott+sommet+center+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-8466850341088416580</id><published>2009-06-19T00:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:35:01.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleashed Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjsU0UyT_0I/AAAAAAAAFus/MNznp5aZW9M/s1600-h/09_0301_fm_unleashed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjsU0UyT_0I/AAAAAAAAFus/MNznp5aZW9M/s400/09_0301_fm_unleashed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348891871598083906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is so excited he can't sleep? You got it - ME! You see, in less than 24 hours yours truly will be at the stage enjoying Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour in Nashville ("Nashvegas"), Tennessee! Tonight's show will mark the 54th time I have seen Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks in concert! I can't wait... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, we have been remiss in our correspondence here at "The Corner." We have a lot to talk about about but little time to spend with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, one of our FAVORITE 5th grade teachers, Mr. D., retired from teaching after many, many, many years (okay, I don't know how many years Mr. D. taught, but he taught me, so you know it's been a long time). CONGRATULATIONS Mr. D.! You survived! "We" (that's all of us here) raise our glass and toast you. (Yes, I am a little drunk as I write this... What? I can't celebrate the fact that I will be seeing Fleetwood Mac in less than 24 hours?) Anyhoo, "we" are thinking of YOU (that's Mr. D., not the rest of you) and hope you enjoy your life outside of the classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, one of my new best friends, Scott, who will be with me at the stage as we enjoy Fleetwood Mac in less than 24 hours, turned 39 on Tuesday (we've been celebrating all week). Scott should be the mayor of Atlanta... He knows everyone/everyone knows him. I absolutely adore Scott. A good time is always had when Scott is in your presence. Again, raise whatever you are drinking and wish Scott a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country made the transition to digital TV! Yoohoo! (I still can't get a decent picture.) I am glad the world didn't blow up but more importantly that the PSA/spots/infomercials are over, informing the nation of the June 12th "switch." Annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chastity/Chaz. Thoughts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, love, have a good weekend, etc..., etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-8466850341088416580?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/8466850341088416580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=8466850341088416580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8466850341088416580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8466850341088416580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/06/unleashed-again.html' title='Unleashed Again'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjsU0UyT_0I/AAAAAAAAFus/MNznp5aZW9M/s72-c/09_0301_fm_unleashed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-23315017550195554</id><published>2009-06-15T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:53:34.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjcXKtmPVSI/AAAAAAAAFuk/hv0piMOkAaQ/s1600-h/nicksfix181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjcXKtmPVSI/AAAAAAAAFuk/hv0piMOkAaQ/s400/nicksfix181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347768555331867938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-23315017550195554?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/23315017550195554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=23315017550195554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/23315017550195554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/23315017550195554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjcXKtmPVSI/AAAAAAAAFuk/hv0piMOkAaQ/s72-c/nicksfix181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3205117054102459915</id><published>2009-06-12T11:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:57:13.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David Beckham (I Love You)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjJ5fYumF_I/AAAAAAAAFuM/y0f4koL5sww/s1600-h/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjJ5fYumF_I/AAAAAAAAFuM/y0f4koL5sww/s400/david.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346469287762991090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME BACK! I'm here, you're here, we're all HERE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday friends! I can't think of a better way to kick off the weekend then by sharing these pictures of "our" faborite "HOT Guy," David Beckham (I love you!). These are the latest in David's Emporio Armani underwear ads. These pictures were taken in my hometown of London. Oh, alright, so I am not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; from London... I will say, I have these underwear and, unfortunately, do NOT look like David in them. (Life's unfair sometimes, isn't it?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjJ5fjXicYI/AAAAAAAAFuc/6pc_F-8giKM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjJ5fjXicYI/AAAAAAAAFuc/6pc_F-8giKM/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346469290619072898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjJ5frW8OGI/AAAAAAAAFuU/_ITnt3EtxBw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjJ5frW8OGI/AAAAAAAAFuU/_ITnt3EtxBw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346469292764051554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's IT for today. I hope YOU have a GREAT weekend (oh, not YOU - YOU know who you are... I don't like YOU. The rest of YOU, enjoy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3205117054102459915?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3205117054102459915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3205117054102459915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3205117054102459915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3205117054102459915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/06/david-beckham-i-love-you.html' title='David Beckham (I Love You)'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SjJ5fYumF_I/AAAAAAAAFuM/y0f4koL5sww/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5989171032816318090</id><published>2009-06-01T22:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:26:47.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Harry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SiSYIZZPT7I/AAAAAAAAFuE/ZSQkMNH7rVI/s1600-h/prince+harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SiSYIZZPT7I/AAAAAAAAFuE/ZSQkMNH7rVI/s400/prince+harry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342562327991373746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUP bitches? Alright I haven't felt like "blogging" much lately. (I don't watch television these days, despite the fact that I have a new 40" flat screen HDTV, which is GREAT for watching my Stevie Nicks videos on, but I have nothing to say other than how much I am enjoying watching my Stevie Nicks videos...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Stevie Nicks... I am getting super excited about seeing my 55th Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks concert in Nashville later this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here is a song that is playing in my head right now (literally, I am listening to this on the ipod whilst I try to think of something to write)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_U2ljQ1uXo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_U2ljQ1uXo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you like it? While Kelly does not "hook up," "Kev" does. (I can write that, right? I'm an old man now. We all know what time it is here, right?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have all gone out and purchased a copy of Pink's latest CD, "Funhouse." It's great. I love Pink (and you know she has reunited with her husband, super hot Carey Hart.) Pink is on tour promoting her CD, however, an Atlanta show has not been announced yet. (You lucky bastards in the Chicago area can see Pink at the Allstate Arena. Check Ticketmaster for dates because I am too lazy to look that up for you right now, plus all of the good seats for that show are gone. I tried.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can explain the hoopla with "Jon &amp; Kate" and "Octomom?" Do we care about these people? Just wonderin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole mess of famous people were born on THIS day. These bitches include Ron Wood ("Rolling Stones"), Andy Griffith, Heidi Klum, Morgan Freeman, Pat Boone and Marilyn Monroe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I told you I don't watch TV. I lied. Are any of you watching this season's "The Bachelorette" on ABC? First, I don't care for her. I can't put my finger on it, but I think it's because she isn't appealing. Or pretty. Lacks "spark" too. The "bachelors" are a rogue group of douche bags. Anyway, ABC is the only station that comes in clearly on my new 40" HDTV (although it is GREAT for watching Stevie Nicks videos but I think I mentioned that earlier) so I watched it tonight. I hate the show because I can't stand seeing people cry. Remember "Brooke," a "bachelorette" from a previous season who was the final runner up? A real cute blond with vavoom and integrity. I liked her. Anyhoo, she didn't win the final rose. They carted her ass away from the mansion in a limo while the other bitch got her man, Aaron, who broke up with the one he chose about a week later and I can't really remember that one's name. I couldn't watch as Brooke wailed and moaned, mascara all over her face, shouting "Why not me?" and "He said he loved me" as the camera captured this tragic moment. It was sad. It bothered me. It was the last time I watched the show. Anyhoo, I have been "Brooke" so many times it isn't even funny. I was "Brooke" recently (I don't care - I have nothing to hide) and it sucks. So close but never getting the "prize." Not enough. Bitter? YES! Okay, I don't know how to end this story and I don't have an uplifting, encouraging word or lesson to impart about love so I will just tell you that Stevie says "loves a hard game to play, win or lose, stand tall." I will stand tall (since, at 5'8", I always try to stand tall anyway). Oh, and NEVER name your goldfish after the object of your affection... Name your fish "Prince Harry." Prince Harry will NEVER break your heart. Anyway, tune in to "The Bachelorette" on ABC, Monday nights at 8 p.m. (ET)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5989171032816318090?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5989171032816318090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5989171032816318090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5989171032816318090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5989171032816318090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/06/prince-harry.html' title='Prince Harry'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SiSYIZZPT7I/AAAAAAAAFuE/ZSQkMNH7rVI/s72-c/prince+harry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-8698279366144477568</id><published>2009-05-25T12:04:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:00:09.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barracuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/ShrJmxqRUDI/AAAAAAAAFts/Yb4e1IEFFQM/s1600-h/heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/ShrJmxqRUDI/AAAAAAAAFts/Yb4e1IEFFQM/s400/heart.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339801976203989042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Memorial Day, bitches! A day to remember all of those who have lost their lives whilst serving our country. I have to tell you... I received a text message this morning from one of the (flaky) gays I know here in Atlanta. The message read "HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!"... It just seemed odd and incongruent. While I do not know anyone personally who was killed at war, I do have a friend who lost their father in Iraq in 2004 and I am certain he is thinking of his father today. Anyway, I replied "YOU TOO BITCH!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour stopped in Glendale, Arizona last night and sadly, I was not able to attend that show... Kitten - were YOU there? Let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love unexpected things, don't you? (But don't show up at my door because, well, that's rude). A couple of months ago a friend invited me to see the '70's classic rock sensation "Heart!" I forgot about the concert until yesterday afternoon when the friend asked what time we should head to the venue. Woops! (So the event has been classified as "unexpected.") Anyhoo, I don't care what anyone says, those girls (Ann and Nancy Wilson) are talented! I like them a lot. (I even bought a "Heart" tee shirt - sized white trash tight, which I am wearing right now - it has a barracuda down the side and it looks like a tattoo). Joan Jett, who was also very good, opened the show. "Heart" is of the same genre as, you got it, STEVIE NICKS so I felt like I was watching Stevie's "cousins" last night. I like strong rock 'n roll type ladies and they were GR-EAT! The crowd was a little rough but we fit in fine. The drunk lady next to me (seems like there is always a drunk lady next to me no matter where I go, "Tigra," grabbed my ass for two hours despite the fact that I told her I am gay. I didn't care, she didn't care, and let's face it, ass grabbing is fun. (She also commented on my flawless skin... She really won me over.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song made me cry (inside, of course...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQ7ZmaL2480&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQ7ZmaL2480&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one too... (Here are some of the lyrics so you can sing along)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So this ain't the end. I saw you again today. I had to turn my heart away. Smile like the sun kisses for everyone and tales it never fails. You're lying so low in the weeds. I bet you're gonna ambush me. You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees, now wouldn't ya, barracuda." (LOL! Reminds me of a barracuda I know!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpkitLUbeEg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpkitLUbeEg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta go now bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barracuda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-8698279366144477568?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/8698279366144477568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=8698279366144477568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8698279366144477568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8698279366144477568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/05/barracuda.html' title='Barracuda'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/ShrJmxqRUDI/AAAAAAAAFts/Yb4e1IEFFQM/s72-c/heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-88464237344300836</id><published>2009-05-16T18:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:09:48.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jammin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sg84BwkRvNI/AAAAAAAAFtk/CAw75OE_Rdo/s1600-h/stevie+wonder.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sg84BwkRvNI/AAAAAAAAFtk/CAw75OE_Rdo/s400/stevie+wonder.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336545686325411026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello YOU (and YOU, and yes, even YOU) - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday. I love Saturday, don't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have not a thing to write, I wanted to post what I am listening to TODAY. I don't know what the song is about, although it "speaks" to me. Anyhoo, I ran 5 miles today through downtown Atlanta listening to THIS song over and over again... Did I mention that I love Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uv_wZQJYlo0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uv_wZQJYlo0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope YOU (and you, and yes, even YOU) have a GREAT Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-88464237344300836?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/88464237344300836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=88464237344300836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/88464237344300836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/88464237344300836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/05/jammin.html' title='Jammin&apos;'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sg84BwkRvNI/AAAAAAAAFtk/CAw75OE_Rdo/s72-c/stevie+wonder.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-1347726278292022308</id><published>2009-05-11T20:04:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:07:41.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bea Arthur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SgjD86EL8mI/AAAAAAAAFtc/kkX1zEPJsNQ/s1600-h/,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,bea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SgjD86EL8mI/AAAAAAAAFtc/kkX1zEPJsNQ/s400/,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,bea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334729209766736482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know that if you send me an email, it is fair game for "The Corner." (You knew that, right?) Mostly because I have run out of things to write about and some of YOU are pretty funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The email/feedback below came from my friend Steve, not to be confused with my ex-BFF of the same name. I met Steve in high school and he is VERY funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve writes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A few things to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit, I have been a bit late in reading "the corner". But, &lt;br /&gt;did you not pay tribute to the death of Bea Arthur? If you didn't I &lt;br /&gt;am shocked and I am thinking of coming to ATL and taking away your gay-blog card/keyboard. 5 star vip shit is nothing on the death of a &lt;br /&gt;Golden Girl! But, you looked good in that shirt and your neighbor is &lt;br /&gt;kinda cute. Are you sleeping with him? Girls gotta eat, so why not &lt;br /&gt;make it in the same building, no need to go out when it rains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to my silly friend, I will say YES we were remiss in mentioning the passing of Bea Arthur. Tisk tisk. The truth is, "we" were so busy consoling mourners that day (it's true, I wish I were making that up...) that "we" overlooked it here. "We" hope you will forgive us. When Betty or Rue "hears the call of the night bird" (yes, that's a Stevie Nicks reference to death) "we" will be all over it! So, if you haven't heard, actress Bea Arthur, most famously known for playing "Maude" on the sitcom of the same name and for playing "Dorothy" on "The Golden Girls," has died. She was 86 (just shy of her 87th birthday, which is May 13th). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic - No, I am not sleeping with my neighbor but do agree that he is cute (he's smart and nice too so I am not attracted to him - I like my men CRAZY). Also, experience has taught me that a little rain never hurt anyone. I love the picture of us though. Mostly because I am standing closer to Stevie's microphone, under the stage light, and I look like the star. My neighbor is standing back a little bit, out of the light, like a stage hand. (In "real life," he's the star and I'm the stage hand.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, THANKS for the props on the shirt, which, I admit, is the real reason I am sharing your email! I LOVE Ben Sherman! His shirts were made for me! I have 6 now (size small) and watch what I eat just so I can continue wearing them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Steve hysterical folks? He cracks me up. THANKS for the email Steve! "We" want him to join the staff here and write for "The Corner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is our friend Patrick's birthday. While I was not in town to celebrate with him, it sounds like he did plenty of celebrating on his own (he needs to get his ass to Promises). Anyway, raise whatever it is you are drinking ("we" need to get to Promises too) and help wish our friend Patrick a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev" will be continuing his tour with Fleetwood Mac, rejoining them (from the stage) in NASHVILLE! YAY! The Nashville concert will be "Kev's" 54th Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks concert! YAY! I like writing YAY! (I did get another funny email from Jean, you know, our British friend in London, who said that she thought the Fleetwood Mac thing was just a phase, since, like Steve, Jean and I have been friends since high school.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have nothing left to say today. I hope YOU have a GR-EAT Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eiYeI37uaR0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eiYeI37uaR0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-1347726278292022308?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/1347726278292022308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=1347726278292022308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1347726278292022308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1347726278292022308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/05/bea-arthur.html' title='Bea Arthur'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SgjD86EL8mI/AAAAAAAAFtc/kkX1zEPJsNQ/s72-c/,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,bea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3954892343442570875</id><published>2009-05-08T09:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:05:08.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SgRKCQ9-wEI/AAAAAAAAFtU/fHUGsbmJ9ek/s1600-h/n1591639440_58981_6096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SgRKCQ9-wEI/AAAAAAAAFtU/fHUGsbmJ9ek/s400/n1591639440_58981_6096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333469261488635970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's FRIDAY, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, "Russ" &amp; "Sherrill" (the fish) seem to be on the mend! No more lying on the bottom of the tank (aren't you relieved?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" are heading out of town (home to Chicago) and won't have time for this silly little blog for a bit, but "we" hope YOU have a GR-EAT weekend/week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3954892343442570875?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3954892343442570875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3954892343442570875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3954892343442570875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3954892343442570875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-friday.html' title='HAPPY FRIDAY!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SgRKCQ9-wEI/AAAAAAAAFtU/fHUGsbmJ9ek/s72-c/n1591639440_58981_6096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5268210917678461144</id><published>2009-05-06T23:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:12:27.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SgJPIBF-SEI/AAAAAAAAFtM/l9x1xqWB1Aw/s1600-h/sherrillandrussthefish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SgJPIBF-SEI/AAAAAAAAFtM/l9x1xqWB1Aw/s400/sherrillandrussthefish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332911907911125058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad day here at "The Corner..." Both of my goldfish, "Russ" and "Sherrill," are at death's door, or as Stevie (as in Nicks) would say, "they have heard the call of the nightbird." Both fish are laying at the bottom of the tank and neither has moved in hours... The ph level in the tank has been high and I have tried everything (including replacing most of the water) to save them. I don't know what to do? I have spent almost $600 on two fish that cost $14. If there is a fish doctor, I would rush them to him. Anyhoo, have a good day everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A super sad, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5268210917678461144?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5268210917678461144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5268210917678461144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5268210917678461144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5268210917678461144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SgJPIBF-SEI/AAAAAAAAFtM/l9x1xqWB1Aw/s72-c/sherrillandrussthefish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3080795626121609706</id><published>2009-05-01T00:33:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:31:08.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Mick Fleetwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sfr2sTMQWHI/AAAAAAAAFtE/Q6FJVuuz67M/s1600-h/3_IMG_2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sfr2sTMQWHI/AAAAAAAAFtE/Q6FJVuuz67M/s400/3_IMG_2013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330844349872756850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfqHWFlgPiI/AAAAAAAAFsM/V8UYbBGgFa0/s1600-h/IMG_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfqHWFlgPiI/AAAAAAAAFsM/V8UYbBGgFa0/s400/IMG_0131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330721922472754722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfqHMCQhIQI/AAAAAAAAFsE/VCH1rtK_A5M/s1600-h/IMG_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfqHMCQhIQI/AAAAAAAAFsE/VCH1rtK_A5M/s400/IMG_0148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330721749780734210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUZ UP BITCHES?!; It's really late, I am SUPER drunk (it's true...) and it is now officially FRIDAY!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, if you read Tuesday's post, then you know that "Kev" (hey, that's MY name!) was a "5-star VIP" at the Fleetwood Mac concert here in Atlanta on Tuesday. It's true... I am still reeling from the evening! You want to hear (read) all about it? Okay... here's what went "down..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you pay a real lot of money to the "I Love All Access" people for a 5-Star VIP ticket! (It's worth it.) They guarantee you a seat for the concert in the first 10 rows PLUS a buffet dinner and (hold your skirts...) MEET 'n GREET with MICK FLEETWOOD!! We (neighbor/friend Zane) arrived at our secret location at Philips Arena at 5:30 p.m. where we met "Cory," our guide for the evening. Cory was nice. We checked in, signed a waiver (you know, all the things you promise you won't do or say whilst backstage/onstage, etc... and while in the presence of celebrities, then you loose your shit and do/say those things anyway). Once checked in, we shopped hassle free at one of the merchandise tables. I didn't have to push or shove anyone out of my way, so it was nice. As usual, I was first! (It's how I like it, okay.) I bought a real cute/tight Fleetwood Mac t-shirt with the trademark "penguin" on the front. (Fits real good - I look darling in it.) I also bought Fleetwood Mac "dog tags" that looked super gay, so I gave them away before the show even started, and a refrigerator magnet. Next (this is going to be a real long paragraph... I say "fuck it" when it comes to grammar and editing tonight! It is, after all, late and I am, once again, drunk). So next, like I said, they took us ON STAGE where we waited for Mick Fleetwood (founding member and drummer of the legendary band FLEETWOOD MAC). Mick was greeted with thunderous applause and a few squeals from, well, me! First, Mick posed in front of his drum set with each of us for the standard/stock meet 'n greet photo! Before I touched him, I said, "Mick, may I put my arm around you for the photo" (or something really gay like that) and he said, "Of course! Hell ya!" In my real life, I never ask before touching someone. I just do it. They don't call me the little octopus for nothing, you know, but these celebrities can be sensitive and get your ass thrown out, so you gotta follow those rules on the waiver you signed which says something about touching.. (Anyhoo, he wanted me a little bit - I could sense it.) Next, after that, he answered questions from the 20 of us VIPs... I told him, "Mick, I was born in May of 1967. The same year as the original Fleetwood Mac. I think that's "special" and I tell my friends that all of the time!" He said, "The band was actually formed in August of 1967 but you keep telling people that!" He was SUPER nice. I love him. (This was actually the 4th time I have met Mick in person.) So after that was over, we went up to a private party room where Fleetwood Mac songs and videos could be heard/seen. It was off the hook/chain (whatever)! We ate CHICKEN PARMIGIANA! (My favorite). Then... (this is real exciting....) we took a Fleetwood Mac quiz (much like the quizzes I give when I throw a party - it's TRUE!) AND guess who won? You got it! ME! (And my friend Zane, who is also a super fan.) These other bitches didn't know much about Fleetwood Mac. Zane and I missed two questions but still enough to win John McVie's (he's the bass player) guitar picks! Bully awesome is what I say! At this point I was feeling a little caged and wanted to get down to my seat/place at the stage (I had enough of the other VIPs. I was done with them). I left the group and went down to where I would stand for the next 3 hours. (Zane later found me.) I met another crazy fan, "Wild Heart," whom I saw last Saturday and whom I have known for a couple years now. She was happy to see me and I was happy to see her! (I gave her the dog tags!) Oh shit, I forgot to tell you... Whilst up in that party room, they gave us Fleetwood Mac gift bags with Fleetwood Mac shit in them. It was AWESOME! Did I tell you Mick also signed a picture for me, "To Kevin. Mick Fleetwood." I think I forgot that part, but it happened and I am framing it. My head hurts. So the lights went down about 8:10 p.m. (East Coast Diamond Time) and the band opened to "Monday Morning, " a "hit" from their 1975 "white" album (and it reminds me of my friend, who has been more than a friend, if you know what I mean, Russ) because it says, well, you listen to it. It's nice. My place pressed up against the stage provided unfettered (what does unfettered mean? I don't know..) access to Stevie and Lindsey. My friend Zane stood behind me, keeping the riff raff away. Lindsey made a lot of eye contact with me. I smiled, shouted "I LOVE YOU" (to all of them) and lip-synced word for word to every song. At one point, Lindsey came over to me and I am CERTAIN he chose me purposely because he made eye contact with all of us in the front and when he saw me, he came right over. He played a guitar solo (I can't remember the song because, well, I'm drunk) but after the song, he held his hand out for me to take. I held his hand like a school girl for about 30 seconds. It was HOT then I realized it probably looked gay, so I let go. The show was AMAZING. Stevie smiled at me a couple of times but, if I am being honest here, really made a big to do about Zane, waving at him and shit. Tuesday's show was my (and I told this to Mick earlier) 53rd Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks concert! When Stevie sang, "Silver Springs" I thought of my ex-BF, Steve, when Stevie sang "Gypsy" I thought of my best friend in the world who means more to me than anyone, JoAnn. When Stevie sang, "Never Going Back Again, " I thought of my Grandmother because she sent me the YouTube video of that song once and when Stevie sang "Stand Back" I thought of the many people (men) in my life I have given my heart to who did not want it (Sad? A little BUT it is GREAT to dance to!). (Did I tell you I am drunk?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures here were taken by Zane on his iPhone. You can see what our view of the concert was like. The microphone I am standing by belongs to... STEVIE NICKS! (Notice her trademark ribbons.) If you click on the picture, it will enlarge for better viewing. (You can see her microphone very well and you can almost see the diamonds in my watch....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If/when Stevie, Lindsey, Mick and John (that's the band) come to your town, I hope you get a chance to see them. Nothing in the world is more exciting to me than being in the front row at a Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac concert. I don't understand it, can't explain it, but it "speaks" to me. (Yes, I am still drunk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if YOU are in Atlanta on Sunday... Come have a drink (perhaps a peach margarita) with ME at Blake's at 3:00 p.m.! I will be there celebrating, you got it, getting old(er) with friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfqHcxxGNOI/AAAAAAAAFsU/h4pjGypZ4Qc/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfqHcxxGNOI/AAAAAAAAFsU/h4pjGypZ4Qc/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330722037411755234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfqLj7-INzI/AAAAAAAAFs0/muctxOPOZRI/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfqLj7-INzI/AAAAAAAAFs0/muctxOPOZRI/s400/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330726558456362802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfqLcktzMMI/AAAAAAAAFss/ZqjkkhkgOSw/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfqLcktzMMI/AAAAAAAAFss/ZqjkkhkgOSw/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330726431954776258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfqLXRvj4hI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c49w1IiqG2w/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfqLXRvj4hI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c49w1IiqG2w/s400/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330726340962542098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iu2HDItfzls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iu2HDItfzls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3080795626121609706?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3080795626121609706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3080795626121609706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3080795626121609706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3080795626121609706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/05/fleetwood-mac-in-atlanta.html' title='My Friend Mick Fleetwood'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sfr2sTMQWHI/AAAAAAAAFtE/Q6FJVuuz67M/s72-c/3_IMG_2013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3779934873720790674</id><published>2009-04-28T14:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:03:44.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5-Star VIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfdQRZhknSI/AAAAAAAAFr0/lbEAVryEGxI/s1600-h/oct12o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 366px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfdQRZhknSI/AAAAAAAAFr0/lbEAVryEGxI/s400/oct12o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329816943855967522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is so excited he can't contain himself? ME! I really can't explain it, but in my "world" it doesn't get much better than being up front at a Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks concert! Yes, I am ob-sessed with her. She's just so pretty, isn't she? When she comes on the stage, I go cr-azy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know... (Okay, you've read this blog so you know...) Fleetwood Mac is here in the A-T-L TONIGHT (at Philips Arena) and "Kev" will be having a buffet style dinner before the show with Mick Fleetwood. It's all part of the 5-Star VIP treatment I have become accustomed to. (I'm a 5-star VIP in my head.) TONIGHT will mark the 53rd time I have seen Stevie Nicks and/or Fleetwood Mac in concert. It never gets old and is always as exciting as it was back in the 80's when I first started attending the shows. Someone asked me recently what goes through my head/what I think about as I watch Stevie Nicks perform. You know, no one has ever asked me that before. I find her captivating, so I am mostly just watching her, appreciating her "beauty" and her voice/style/lyrics are like none other to me. It's exciting. She has great stage presence and every move or gesture she makes thrills me. Certain songs "speak to me" and I think of the people in my life that the songs remind me of, although I do enjoy many of the songs without attaching any meaning to them. I actually don't have a single "favorite" song because they all mean something a little different to me. Stevie Nicks has no plans of ever retiring so I hope to keep attending as many shows as I can until I am very old. It's really been a life-long obsession since I was a big fan already back in 1975 (which is so weird since I wasn't even born until, well, WAY after that...). Okay, thanks for indulging me/letting me serve up a little "crazy" today (I get it/I own it.) (By the way, I STILL have friends who chide me about this obsession... My friend Russ, whom I have asked to let me watch my Stevie Nicks DVDs on his television (because he has an AWESOME theatre/surround sound system) tells me no, because he is afraid she would sound "cracklie." He doesn't want me to have a bad Stevie Nicks experience at his home (although I have my suspicions that he doesn't want to watch her with me....). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, if YOU are in Atlanta, GO SEE FLEETWOOD MAC tonight! If you aren't in Atlanta, come back tomorrow to see the pic of Mick Fleetwood and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock A Little - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some YouTube clips from the show I was at on Saturday... I am still reeling from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0inXTp3M6Ao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0inXTp3M6Ao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0YUi0MYvHo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0YUi0MYvHo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is the view I had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVWWWG30kDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVWWWG30kDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3779934873720790674?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3779934873720790674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3779934873720790674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3779934873720790674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3779934873720790674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-star-vip.html' title='5-Star VIP'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfdQRZhknSI/AAAAAAAAFr0/lbEAVryEGxI/s72-c/oct12o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2623224383454453699</id><published>2009-04-26T15:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:41:01.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfS4gqRUYTI/AAAAAAAAFro/QMC-ANM2HGM/s1600-h/09_0301_fm_unleashed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfS4gqRUYTI/AAAAAAAAFro/QMC-ANM2HGM/s400/09_0301_fm_unleashed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329087130328391986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SUNDAY people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are YOU? I am GR-EAT (all in caps to express the excitement I feel)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour brought the band to Charlotte, North Carolina last night and "Kev" (hey, that's ME!) and very hot friend, Steve, were at the stage (arms resting on it the entire show) in front of, you guessed it, STEVIE NICKS! (Lindsey also came to my/our side of the stage and played a guitar solo at my feet!) I don't know how I manage to do it time and time again, especially because our tickets were for the 7th row, but I do. (No one ever tells me to go back to my seat or checks my ticket. Last night we were at the stage before the show even started.) This show marked the 52nd time I have seen Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks in concert.. Both Stevie and Lindsey made eye contact with, you guessed it, ME, at different points in the show. I smiled and waved and shouted, "I love you. You rock. You're the best," which is also what I shout during intimate times with dates. Anyway, they played for almost 3 hours and the set included all of their "hits!" The venue was very nice and the weather in Charlotte was perfect for a summer concert. This Tuesday Fleetwood Mac will be here in Atlanta and "Kev" and friend Zane will be having a buffet dinner before the show with Mick Fleetwood! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwgdvsB4sc8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwgdvsB4sc8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ov3dOYMjPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ov3dOYMjPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2623224383454453699?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2623224383454453699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2623224383454453699&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2623224383454453699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2623224383454453699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/unleashed.html' title='Unleashed'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SfS4gqRUYTI/AAAAAAAAFro/QMC-ANM2HGM/s72-c/09_0301_fm_unleashed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2204180772759202505</id><published>2009-04-20T17:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:19:32.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song For Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SezwRYD7J-I/AAAAAAAAFrI/7BViCUR6gSw/s1600-h/Flowers005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SezwRYD7J-I/AAAAAAAAFrI/7BViCUR6gSw/s400/Flowers005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326896640579807202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello EVERYONE. It's Monday again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song TODAY and thought it was "beautiful." I will tell you that my BFF, #1, "The Queen's" parents are HERE in the A-T-L! It's true - they arrived this afternoon and it is really "neat" having them here (I love them). Anyhoo, we heard this song whilst enjoying our lunch and I thought it was perfect to post here today. The video is super corny and the song is better (more moving) when you don't know what they are singing about). I actually don't like goodbyes (they're sad!) but like the song. "We'll" look for a song about hellos, new beginnings, etc., and post that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtivSTZrezc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtivSTZrezc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics (translated)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the horizon&lt;br /&gt;and words fail;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I know there is no light&lt;br /&gt;in a room where the sun is absent,&lt;br /&gt;if you are not here with me.&lt;br /&gt;At the windows&lt;br /&gt;show everyone my heart&lt;br /&gt;which you set alight;&lt;br /&gt;enclose within me&lt;br /&gt;the light you&lt;br /&gt;encountered on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to say goodbye.     --     I'll go with you&lt;br /&gt;to countries I never&lt;br /&gt;saw and shared with you,&lt;br /&gt;now, yes, I shall experience them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with you&lt;br /&gt;on ships across seas&lt;br /&gt;which, I know,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, exist no longer;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to say goodbye.     --     with you I shall experience them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea&lt;br /&gt;When you are far away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the horizon&lt;br /&gt;and words fail,&lt;br /&gt;and, yes, I know&lt;br /&gt;that you are with me;&lt;br /&gt;you, my moon, are here with me,&lt;br /&gt;my sun, you are here with me&lt;br /&gt;with me, with me, with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to say goodbye.     --     I'll go with you&lt;br /&gt;to countries I never&lt;br /&gt;saw and shared with you,&lt;br /&gt;now, yes, I shall experience them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with you&lt;br /&gt;on ships across seas&lt;br /&gt;which, I know,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, exist no longer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;with you I shall experience them again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with you&lt;br /&gt;on ships across seas&lt;br /&gt;which, I know,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, exist no longer,&lt;br /&gt;with you I shall experience them again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2204180772759202505?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2204180772759202505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2204180772759202505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2204180772759202505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2204180772759202505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-for-today.html' title='A Song For Today'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SezwRYD7J-I/AAAAAAAAFrI/7BViCUR6gSw/s72-c/Flowers005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6078858594401976477</id><published>2009-04-19T20:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:22:52.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Lily Allen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SevACPh_HOI/AAAAAAAAFrA/m2dtzZpR7OE/s1600-h/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SevACPh_HOI/AAAAAAAAFrA/m2dtzZpR7OE/s400/blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326562129057094882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another Lily Allen song (it's funny I think). I have been enjoying Lily's CD, "The Fear," (I think that's what it's called) all weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUYaosyR4bE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUYaosyR4bE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6078858594401976477?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6078858594401976477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6078858594401976477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6078858594401976477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6078858594401976477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-lily-allen.html' title='More Lily Allen!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SevACPh_HOI/AAAAAAAAFrA/m2dtzZpR7OE/s72-c/blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6983639231821835561</id><published>2009-04-16T09:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:53:55.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SefEcMOKakI/AAAAAAAAFq4/2lNCGLrlDyQ/s1600-h/lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SefEcMOKakI/AAAAAAAAFq4/2lNCGLrlDyQ/s400/lily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325441072984910402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sec46dQI4cI/AAAAAAAAFqw/gP7DKP2bAlU/s1600-h/2816_1131762729067_1077231432_30385146_3463689_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sec46dQI4cI/AAAAAAAAFqw/gP7DKP2bAlU/s400/2816_1131762729067_1077231432_30385146_3463689_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325287661324788162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, sup? It's THURSDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Lily Allen was here in Atlanta last night. Lily performed at the Variety Playhouse in Little Five Points and the show was fun. Yes, we were down in front, although not close enough to touch Lily. Lily is to my friend Russ as Stevie Nicks is to me, so it was great watching Russ watch Lily. He knew every word to every song and his head bobbed with the beat. Scott can dance like, well, someone who really knows how to dance and Scott #2, who we actually call "Uno," (because, well, I can't tell you) just looked like his dashing self (he's the "movie star" of the group). Anyhoo, the picture above was taken at the show, near the stage. From left to right are "Uno," Russ, Scott and "Kev."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a song from Lily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wGMlSuX_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wGMlSuX_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6983639231821835561?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6983639231821835561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6983639231821835561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6983639231821835561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6983639231821835561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/lily-allen.html' title='Lily Allen'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SefEcMOKakI/AAAAAAAAFq4/2lNCGLrlDyQ/s72-c/lily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6988936437001011550</id><published>2009-04-15T18:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:50:54.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SeZi88w0NxI/AAAAAAAAFqo/y50ryhHFTqY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SeZi88w0NxI/AAAAAAAAFqo/y50ryhHFTqY/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325052408654739218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't talk now (bitches) - on my way to see Lily Allen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture from Sunday. I told you the gays "love" Easter. The super cute guy in the picture (not me) is my friend Scott (whom I call blondie-locks). While we have only known each other for a short time (two years actually), he has become one of my "best" friends. I love him. We are so gay, in fact, that we send "I luv you!" texts to one another just about every day. (LOL!) He is like family. "We" will write about him and share more of his pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6988936437001011550?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6988936437001011550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6988936437001011550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6988936437001011550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6988936437001011550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SeZi88w0NxI/AAAAAAAAFqo/y50ryhHFTqY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-17355766215063722</id><published>2009-04-14T20:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:06:29.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Were Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SeUsbj4BbSI/AAAAAAAAFqg/vdXxbK8agCA/s1600-h/YoungShortKev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SeUsbj4BbSI/AAAAAAAAFqg/vdXxbK8agCA/s400/YoungShortKev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324710986433785122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup everyone? It's TUESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are YOU? "We" are s-w-e-l-l, swell. "We" trust YOU had a nice Easter. I don't know why the gays embrace Easter as they do (probably just another excuse to dress in pretty bonnets and bows and start drinking at noon), but I am still recovering from this very special day. (Next to Halloween, Easter is my favorite holigay.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I didn't get to see Lady GaGa last week and I was, well, upset about that. I like her. BUT, I do have tickets to see Lily Allen tomorrow night here in the A-T-L AND I declined free tickets to see Jennifer Hudson and Robin Thicke at The Fox tonight (I am just too ti-red). Katy Perry is also here tomorrow night and I wanted to see her too, but I can't be in two places at once now, can I? (Who scheduled them like that anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my very fun/hip aunt Edie sent the picture above from her "vault." This picture was taken circa, when I was young. (As Stevie Nicks would say, "I'm not a child anymore. I'm tall enough to reach for the stars" (except in this picture). Can anyone name the song?) Anyways, she has pictures I have never ever seen before including the one above. Thank you for sending this Aunt Edie! You're the best! (Send "us" pictures of when YOU were young! "We" will post them here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please enjoy this song, which immediately came to mind when I opened the picture above....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdTklvMGaxY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdTklvMGaxY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-17355766215063722?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/17355766215063722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=17355766215063722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/17355766215063722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/17355766215063722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-were-young.html' title='When You Were Young'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SeUsbj4BbSI/AAAAAAAAFqg/vdXxbK8agCA/s72-c/YoungShortKev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6005395396968632666</id><published>2009-04-10T20:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:38:39.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Players Only Love You When They're Playin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sd_mPjYr6tI/AAAAAAAAFqY/3iZ7Uj1G1SA/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sd_mPjYr6tI/AAAAAAAAFqY/3iZ7Uj1G1SA/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323226439446424274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings earth people. (What? No good?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's FRIDAY! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I did NOT get to see Lady Gaga last night and that makes me, well, sad. The show eluded me - just didn't even know she was coming to town. For you lucky sonsofbitches who were at the show, we hear it was swell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothin' for you today except an old song... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vMiLfH1NcQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vMiLfH1NcQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting the days until Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks arrive here in the A-T-L (18 to be exact). Did I tell you who has a VIP/5-Star ticket including "meet 'n greet" with the band? I did? Okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty whitey, I bid you adieu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6005395396968632666?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6005395396968632666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6005395396968632666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6005395396968632666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6005395396968632666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/players-only-love-you-when-theyre.html' title='Players Only Love You When They&apos;re Playin&apos;'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sd_mPjYr6tI/AAAAAAAAFqY/3iZ7Uj1G1SA/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-969862973274510139</id><published>2009-04-09T17:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:59:17.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys, Boys, Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sd5vVGcH1zI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/VCuSJN_2eyk/s1600-h/condoms.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sd5vVGcH1zI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/VCuSJN_2eyk/s400/condoms.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322814217895008050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga is HERE in the A-T-L, and guess who is trying to make the show? ME! That's right. I like her. She's fierce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is "Boys, Boys, Boys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3tpfUoVqvzE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3tpfUoVqvzE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SING ALONG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there sugar baby &lt;br /&gt;Saw you twice at the pop show&lt;br /&gt;You taste just like glitter&lt;br /&gt;Mixed with rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;I like you a lot lot&lt;br /&gt;Think you're really hot hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think you're special&lt;br /&gt;When we dance real crazy&lt;br /&gt;Glamaphonic, electronic, disco baby&lt;br /&gt;I like you a lot lot&lt;br /&gt;All we want is hot hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;We like boys in cars&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;Buy us drinks in bars&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;With hairspray and denim&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;We love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is a bad boy &lt;br /&gt;With some retro sneakers&lt;br /&gt;Let's go see The Killers &lt;br /&gt;And make out in the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;I like you a lot lot&lt;br /&gt;Think you're really hot hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the party&lt;br /&gt;Heard our buddy's the DJ&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget my lipstick&lt;br /&gt;I left it in your ashtray&lt;br /&gt;I like you a lot lot&lt;br /&gt;All we want is hot hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;We like boys in cars&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;Buy us drinks in bars&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;With hairspray and denim&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;We love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not loose, I like to party&lt;br /&gt;Let's get lost in your Ferrari &lt;br /&gt;Not psychotic or dramatic&lt;br /&gt;I like boys and that is that&lt;br /&gt;Love it when you call me legs&lt;br /&gt;In the morning buy me eggs&lt;br /&gt;Watch your heart when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Boys like you love me forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;We like boys in cars&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;Buy us drinks in bars&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;With hairspray and denim&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;We love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;We like boys in cars&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;Buy us drinks in bars&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;With hairspray and denim&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;We love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;We like boys in cars&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;Buy us drinks in bars&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;With hairspray and denim&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys&lt;br /&gt;We love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We love them!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-969862973274510139?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/969862973274510139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=969862973274510139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/969862973274510139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/969862973274510139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-boys-boys.html' title='Boys, Boys, Boys'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sd5vVGcH1zI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/VCuSJN_2eyk/s72-c/condoms.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5657455777829738109</id><published>2009-04-05T09:48:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:23:14.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttons &amp; Bows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdjDFEkxulI/AAAAAAAAFqI/j6Iq-vsXDaE/s1600-h/birthday_cake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdjDFEkxulI/AAAAAAAAFqI/j6Iq-vsXDaE/s400/birthday_cake.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321217451632998994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry S. Truman was president. Communist forces from China entered Beijing. The FIRST Emmy Awards were presented in Hollywood. Volkswagen introduced their new Beetle in the United States. Dinah Shore's "Buttons and Bows" was #1 on the charts. All of these events paled in comparison to April 5th. The year was 1949 and "our" friend, Kathy, graced our world with her arrival. Yes friends, TODAY is our friend Mrs. S's very special day. Mrs. S. turns 60 TODAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have followed this silly blog since inception, then you might remember that Mrs. S. is "Kev's" (again, reference to myself) FAVORITE teacher. As a matter of fact, Mrs. S. was my Language Arts teacher and was the FIRST person, when I think about it, to ever read anything I ever wrote (since, well, she was the one handing down those writing assignments). The FIRST speech I ever gave was for Mrs. S. as well! (It was my "phobia" speech about acne, a relevant concern at that time - I wore a bag on my head whilst delivering the speech. Today, however, my skin is flawless - like Kathy's.) Anyhoo, I'm like an elephant - I never, ever forget the people in my life who are "special." Kathy is one of my "special" people and it thrills me that we are friends today. As a matter of fact (here comes digression), I was looking through an old People Magazine (the "50 Most Beautiful People" issue with Brad Pitt) and I thought to myself, "If you had to create your own "50 Most Beautiful People" issue, who would you include?" and Kathy was among my 50. (Yes, JoAnn, you would grace the cover.) She was, and is, an amazing teacher. She is an intelligent, kind, caring person who stays in my thoughts always, as many of you do. I told Kathy (here is something really "cool...) that she is now the same age as... STEVIE NICKS! (60 is the new 20, by the way, and they both look stunning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... again, raise whatever it is you are drinking on this Sunday morning and help celebrate with Kathy, my friend, on her special day! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MRS. S.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, #1 (my BFF) is FINALLY back home, safely, on U.S. soil. WELCOME HOME #1! "We" missed you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I have been advised to take a break from running. Yesterday, during a long run, I pulled a thigh muscle, rupturing a blood vessel in my leg. I can barely walk today but the very "hot," Anderson Cooperish urgent care physician massaged my legs (and I swear he wanted to ask me out - I could feel the chemistry). It was worth the copay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sherrill" and "Russ" update (you know, the goldfish)... Things were touch and go last night (which is why I stayed home/did not go out - I'm a parent now). "Sherrill" has turned out to be more aggressive then "Russ" (she's very "sassy" like her namesake and chases him around the tank relentlessly despite my repeated requests and warnings of a time out). "Russ" wasn't looking too good and has been swimming vertically, which can't be good, right? (It was touch and go last night but he seems to be doing better today.) (I DID go into a gay chat room last night. No, I was not searching for anything illicit, just for a friendly vet who could advise/ease my worries since no pet store or vet was available at 10:47 p.m... Surprisingly, I found someone, "bicurious4U!," who knew SOMETHING about goldfish. He also had fetishes I can't write about here but I did get his number.) What's crazy is, I eat fish almost every day with no emotional attachment except the love I feel when my salmon is accompanied with a nice lemon dill sauce BUT if one of these fish die, I will be sad (although, "bicurious4U!" tells me that they can live up to 10 years... Yikes. I'm committment phobic, as you know, and was really only looking for a 6-month to one year deal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up... You all met Alicia last Tuesday. Alicia, as you know, IS Stevie Nicks' #1 fan and is always kind enough to send me "all things Stevie." Alicia sent THIS YouTube clip (an outtake from Stevie's VH1 "Story Tellers" - remember that show?) and it is, again, one of my FAVORITE songs. I used to listen to this many years ago. This song was the "B" side to my #1 favorite song, "Stand Back." From 1983, here is "Garbo." I hope you like this song like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sz4gk6FpMc8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sz4gk6FpMc8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I am going to say farewell for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope YOU have a GREAT day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp; Love -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's go back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TDEM4ICizqA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TDEM4ICizqA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5657455777829738109?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5657455777829738109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5657455777829738109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5657455777829738109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5657455777829738109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/buttons-bows.html' title='Buttons &amp; Bows'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdjDFEkxulI/AAAAAAAAFqI/j6Iq-vsXDaE/s72-c/birthday_cake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5685185959063579448</id><published>2009-04-02T18:27:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:43:27.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pictures For You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU8xxBOovI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/SsFQ4KVinTU/s1600-h/ing+half2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU8xxBOovI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/SsFQ4KVinTU/s400/ing+half2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320225360477856498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to see some pictures from last weekend's ING Georgia Marathon/Half Marathon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright - for those of you who raised your hands, and shouted "ME!" keep reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who said, "Um, no, no thanks," come back tomorrow! ("We" understand - sometimes other people's pictures are very boring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following images are from the AJC (local newspaper). I thought some of these images were nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, here I am! Don't I look happy (and a little malnourished)? Oh, okay, this is really the WINNER, Patrick Cheruiyot of Kenya, who completed the half marathon almost exactly one hour before me at 1:05:18. My time, again, was 2:05:03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU9AnFVZeI/AAAAAAAAFpA/Ys_XSO5e1e4/s1600-h/ing+half7+winner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU9AnFVZeI/AAAAAAAAFpA/Ys_XSO5e1e4/s400/ing+half7+winner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320225615508760034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house in the center of this picture is the birthplace of Martin Luther King, Jr.. (This neighborhood isn't very safe. There. I said it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU9AgQdEFI/AAAAAAAAFo4/Jhi7Ro5ZekY/s1600-h/ing+half6+mlk+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU9AgQdEFI/AAAAAAAAFo4/Jhi7Ro5ZekY/s400/ing+half6+mlk+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320225613676351570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Atlanta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU9AT7C5fI/AAAAAAAAFow/k8SQX7Ge3ic/s1600-h/ing+half6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU9AT7C5fI/AAAAAAAAFow/k8SQX7Ge3ic/s400/ing+half6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320225610365330930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and cold (up in here), just 44 degrees, when the race began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU8yF8vLnI/AAAAAAAAFoo/RryyHwMcrFU/s1600-h/ing+half5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU8yF8vLnI/AAAAAAAAFoo/RryyHwMcrFU/s400/ing+half5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320225366096162418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those flowers were for me. (Isn't my BF the cutest in his little cap? I wonder what his name is? Okay, I am lying to you again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU8yK8iVOI/AAAAAAAAFog/RCsLG3kDt_A/s1600-h/ing+half4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU8yK8iVOI/AAAAAAAAFog/RCsLG3kDt_A/s400/ing+half4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320225367437497570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU8x4tKqFI/AAAAAAAAFoY/DX0kvMqx0u4/s1600-h/ing+half3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU8x4tKqFI/AAAAAAAAFoY/DX0kvMqx0u4/s400/ing+half3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320225362541193298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I love this city. It's a nice place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU8xSk0jVI/AAAAAAAAFoI/XnrNv4PD1Og/s1600-h/ing+half1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU8xSk0jVI/AAAAAAAAFoI/XnrNv4PD1Og/s400/ing+half1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320225352305642834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am... Approaching the finish line. (The most anxiety I had over this run was about what to wear... Seriously. It turns out, I wore the OLDEST running shirt I own. It's the most comfortable. Shoes and socks are critical (THANKS David for your wisdom!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdVGPFZjhFI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/d3I6va8wd0I/s1600-h/kevin+finish4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdVGPFZjhFI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/d3I6va8wd0I/s400/kevin+finish4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320235759769453650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is BEFORE the race began with my friends and neighbors, Julian and Ric! (I love them. They're silly.) You can see that it is still dark outside (and Ric is wearing my jacket).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdVGOzZdfTI/AAAAAAAAFpI/LJmxNTc8mQ4/s1600-h/kevin+julian+ric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdVGOzZdfTI/AAAAAAAAFpI/LJmxNTc8mQ4/s400/kevin+julian+ric.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320235754937220402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting closer to the finish line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdVGPe500OI/AAAAAAAAFpg/1GfBAQi5XUI/s1600-h/kevin+finish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdVGPe500OI/AAAAAAAAFpg/1GfBAQi5XUI/s400/kevin+finish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320235766615691490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally... FINISHED! (You can see the two chip sensor strips here on the ground that I just passed over, and the orange chip on my shoe, capturing my final time of 02:05:03! HA HA HA. (I am trying to be humble and gracious as David tells me I should be, but I am just no good at humble or gracious. That's too hard.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdVKSYWDHpI/AAAAAAAAFpo/rrj-qTFWNEE/s1600-h/kevin+finish3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdVKSYWDHpI/AAAAAAAAFpo/rrj-qTFWNEE/s400/kevin+finish3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320240214441139858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone. I hope YOU have a GREAT Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5685185959063579448?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5685185959063579448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5685185959063579448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5685185959063579448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5685185959063579448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-pictures-for-you.html' title='Some Pictures For You...'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdU8xxBOovI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/SsFQ4KVinTU/s72-c/ing+half2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-53715486939947306</id><published>2009-04-02T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:00:00.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Sad</title><content type='html'>HEY... YOU! You're here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I copied this article from another blog. It made me cry (plus I've been drinking). It is very, very sad. As a matter of fact, I am not including a picture with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country Iraq, liberated by U.S. forces and purportedly on the road to democracy, is set to execute more than 100 prisoners accused of the crime of homosexuality, says a GLBT group headed by an exiled Iraqi gay man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The charge comes from Iraqi LGBT, which is run from London by exiled gay Iraqi Ali Hili, according to a March 31 article posted at UK Gay News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hili claims that the prisoners face execution from the Iraqi government in groups of 20 starting this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of 128 Iraqis accused of being gay face death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group has posted a petition at its Web site to protest the reportedly imminent executions, and has issued an appeal to the United Kingdom and to the UN’s Human Rights Commission to exert political pressure on the Iraqi government to stop the executions from taking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hili spoke with UK Gay News, saying, "We have information and reports on members of our community [who have] been arrested and[are] waiting for execution for the crimes of homosexuality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hili said that his group, which operates a series of safe houses for gay and lesbian Iraqis, has lost seventeen member since 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hili said that those missing members were abducted and killed by personnel associated with the Iraqi government’s Minister of the Interior and its police force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Mr. Hili, "The [imposition of the] death penalty has been increasing at an alarming rate in Iraq since the new Iraqi regime re-introduced it in August, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In 2008, at least 285 people were sentenced to death, and at least 34 executed," Mr. Hili continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In 2007, at least 199 people were sentenced to death, and 33 were executed, while in 2006 at least 65 people were put to death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hili added, "The actual figures could be much higher, as there are no official statistics for the number of prisoners facing execution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Iraqi government has not identified those who are scheduled for execution, the article said, and Mr. Hili noted that in all probability the condemned were sentenced by the country’s Central Criminal Court (CCCI), which is known for trials that do not meet internationally recognized criteria for trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Hilli, "Allegations of torture are not being investigated adequately or at all by the CCCI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Torture of detainees held by Iraqi security forces remains rife," he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Iraqi government must order an immediate halt to these executions and establish a moratorium on all further executions," Mr. Hili said, "particularly since due process cannot be guaranteed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added Hili, "The state executing people for ’morals’ crimes is also obviously unacceptable and deplorable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article noted that the Iraqi government was called upon by Amnesty International to disclose the identities and other particulars in the cases of those who face execution this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton spoke out on the issue of GLBT persecution worldwide, saying, "Human rights is and always will be one of the pillars of [American] foreign policy [under the Obama administration]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added Ms. Clinton, who was addressing the European Parliament in Brussels, "And, in particular, the persecution and discrimination against gays and lesbians is something that we take very seriously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added Ms. Clinton, "It is terribly unfortunate that right now in many places in the world, violence against gays and lesbians, [and] certainly discrimination and prejudice, [is] not just occurring, but condoned and protected" by governments inimical to gay people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hili’s allegations follow years of similar reports about gays and, to a lesser extent, lesbians being targeted for death by Iraqi officials and roving "death squads" who take their cue from anti-gay religious leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CNN.com article posted last July reported on the experiences of a young gay man identified as "Kamal," a 16-year-old gay man who faced the Iraqi version of "justice" regarding gays when he fell into the hands of a gang in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamal’s treatment at the hands of the armed gang included being raped repeatedly by the men, who eventually released him in exchange for a ransom of $1,500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said the young man, "I told my family that I was beaten by them, but I did not dare to tell my family that I was raped by them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could not say it, it’s too much shame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, Kami and a gay friend called "Rami" say that they must live lives of complete discretion, lest lawless gangs--or the police--detain them and subject them to torture and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. invasion of Iraq six years ago was touted as a blow for freedom and democracy. But for gays and lesbians, life had "deteriorated," the CNN article said: under the rule of Saddam Hussein, a secular tyrant, gays and lesbians might have been subjected to contempt, but they did not suffer the widespread and systematic violence to which they are now subjected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-53715486939947306?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/53715486939947306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=53715486939947306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/53715486939947306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/53715486939947306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-sad.html' title='Very Sad'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6989709924577764792</id><published>2009-04-01T16:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:56:43.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>U2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdPNVqPILKI/AAAAAAAAFoA/-P8qaawKDPg/s1600-h/l_6850a9502d9fcf988e6940fb8304a028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdPNVqPILKI/AAAAAAAAFoA/-P8qaawKDPg/s400/l_6850a9502d9fcf988e6940fb8304a028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821356853374114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY SUP YOU BITCHES! (I told you I am grasping at straws here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's WEDNESDAY! (I don't mind Wednesday so much. Wednesday gives me hope. Hope for Friday.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough magical riddles... Guess WHO is seeing U2 here in Atlanta? ME! U2's "U2 360 Tour" will stop in Atlanta on October 6th at the Georgia Dome. While Bono is no Ricky Martin (I wish Ricky was touring - I miss him...), I am still super excited. U2 is one of those iconic bands that everyone should see I think, like Cher (hee hee). My "date" (I put "date" in quotes because it isn't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; a date) is one of the most "beautiful" guys I have ever met - super nice too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am bored and need to go do something fun now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to watch Stevie Nicks on "Jimmy Kimmel Live" TONIGHT and then catch Stevie in the 10 o'clock hour of the "Today" show TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb1XXs7e7ac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb1XXs7e7ac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbsTQgjPiZ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbsTQgjPiZ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6989709924577764792?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6989709924577764792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6989709924577764792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6989709924577764792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6989709924577764792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-too.html' title='U2'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdPNVqPILKI/AAAAAAAAFoA/-P8qaawKDPg/s72-c/l_6850a9502d9fcf988e6940fb8304a028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-4859588241632212555</id><published>2009-03-31T20:18:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:39:19.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdK4mNeGy6I/AAAAAAAAFnY/W7XK4EyJYys/s1600-h/alicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdK4mNeGy6I/AAAAAAAAFnY/W7XK4EyJYys/s400/alicia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319517076468452258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If YOU were in New York TODAY, YOU may have MET Stevie Nicks at her Barnes &amp; Noble DVD/CD release signing! (I could not make it - times are tough, although I would have been...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me or squeeze me, there is actually a BIGGER/more dedicated Stevie Nicks fan than myself... I know, you didn't think it could be, but it's TRUE. EVERYONE, please give a warm "Corner" welcome to ALICIA! Alicia (aka, "Enchanted One," and yes, she is) and I actually met at either a Fleetwood Mac or Stevie Nicks concert BUT we did not really connect again until my BFF/#1 said, "Hey, Scott (#1's husband) works with a man whose wife is a BIG Stevie Nicks fan," I said, immediately, "I KNOW HER!" (And I DID!) Alicia is kind enough to send me Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac related items almost daily (including very cool things by mail) and "we" can't tell her enough how much "we" (again, me) appreciate that! (It is VERY exciting for me to get a piece of mail with Stevie Nicks stickers all over it! Until Alicia, no one had done that for me, and I keep/save each and every one!) Since Alicia really is Stevie's #1 fan (she can trump anyone I know in this respect), I felt compelled to relinquish my limited-edition Stevie Nicks "barbie" doll to her (with boots, a cape, 80's hair AND tambourine) for her shrine (which I hope to visit soon)... She deserves it more than I do. If you own Stevie's latest DVD of the October 2007 Soundstage performance, you can actually SEE Alicia in it (again, in the front row.) "We" would actually LOVE if Alicia would write something here for "The Corner" (hint hint) about her experiences as a fan over the years. Alicia has met Stevie many times, been photographed with her/the band, been to a zillion and one shows (mostly in the front row), recently received a signed Stevie Nicks lithograph (I got one too but mine is UNSIGNED and I am VERY jealous!) etc.., etc... I just can't "compete" with her. She is royalty among the fans and if you spot her at a show (in the front row, of course) it's almost as fun as meeting Stevie herself. She IS "the gypsy that remains..." (OH, I am "willing" my one of a kind, '4 X '6 picture of Stevie TO Alicia because she is the only person I know who would appreciate it as much as I do...) THANKS ALICIA for being such a gracious and sharing friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Alicia sent THIS Entertainment Weekly article today and we are sharing it here with you... I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 30 years since the world first met Stevie Nicks—mystical Fleetwood Mac chanteuse, famously excessive solo star, leather-and-lace pop icon. Yesterday, the original Gold Dust Woman sat down with EW to discuss her new live album, The Soundstage Sessions, and companion DVD Live in Chicago, both out today. Though she is now 60, and many years sober, she looks very much the same: pink cupids bow mouth, long sweep of blond hair, diminutive (minus her habitual platform boots) five-foot-one frame draped in red chiffon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensconced on an overstuffed couch in her suite at New York's Waldorf-Astoria and surrounded by her two pocket-sized dogs and a towering spray of white orchids, Nicks tell the stories behind some of her most memorable compositions; songs that have been covered by everyone from the Dixie Chicks to Dave Grohl, but are still, and always, signature Stevie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gypsy"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh boy, I’ve never really spoken about this, so I get verklempt, and then I’ve got the story and I start to screw it up. Okay: In the old days, before Fleetwood Mac, Lindsey [Buckingham] and I had no money, so we had a king-size mattress, but we just had it on the floor. I had old vintage coverlets on it, and even though we had no money it was still really pretty... Just that and a lamp on the floor, and that was it—there was a certain calmness about it. To this day, when I’m feeling cluttered, I will take my mattress off of my beautiful bed, wherever that may be, and put it outside my bedroom, with a table and a little lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the words: 'So I’m back to the velvet underground'—which is a clothing store in downtown San Francisco,where Janis Joplin got her clothes, and Grace Slick from Jefferson Airplane, it was this little hole in the wall, amazing, beautiful stuff—'back to the floor that I love, to a room with some lace and paper flowers, back to the gypsy that I was.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s what 'Gypsy' means: it’s just a search for before this all happened. And later, I tacked on a line for my friend Robin, my best friend, who died of leukemia: 'I still see your bright eyes.' But then, Robin wasn’t sick yet. She got cancer, and died within a year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Edge of Seventeen"&lt;br /&gt;"This was written right after John Lennon was assassinated. That was a very scary and sad moment for all of us in the rock ’n roll business, it scared us all to death that some idiot could be so deranged that he would wait outside your apartment building, never having known you, and shoot you dead. If you were the president of the United States, maybe, but to just be a music person, albeit a Beatle? And to be shot and killed in front of your apartment, when you had a wife and two kids? That was so unacceptable to all of us in our community. So the white dove was John Lennon, and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, for me, it has taken on something else. I feel like I hear war, because I go to visit soldiers in Bethesda and at Walter Reed [Army Medical Center], and when I hear their stories... We can’t even imagine what they’re going through, the violence. So when I sing ‘Flood of tears that no one ever really heard fall at all / Oh I went searching for an answer, up the stairs and down the hall,'—'the call of the nightbird' is death, and I think of them in the desert, coming around corners, the fear, waiting to be ambushed. It’s very foreboding, ominous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sara"&lt;br /&gt;"It’s not about Mick’s Fleetwood's ex-wife, who was also one of my best friends, even though everybody thinks it is. I used her name because I love the name so much, but it was really about what was going on with all of us at that time. It was about Mick’s and my relationship, and it was about one I went into after Mick. Some songs are about a lot of things, some songs only have one or two lines that are that main thing, and then the rest of it, you’re just making a movie, writing a story around this one paragraph, that little kernel of life. 'When you build your house' was about when you get your act together, then let me know, because until you get your act together, I really can’t be around you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW: Some people have said it's about Don Henley, whom you dated around that time too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He wishes! If Don wants to think the' 'house' was one of the 90 houses he built—and he did build house after beautiful house, and once they were done, he would move because he wasn’t interested in them anymore [laughs]... No. He is one of my best friends in the world. If anything happened to me, he would be there, always. But if someone said that, they're so full of s---!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crash Into Me"&lt;br /&gt;written by Dave Matthews&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, as soon as that song came out I said, I want it. I want to do that song! And the answer from every single person was, 'This is really a man’s song, you can’t do it.' So I was like, “Alright, whatever,” but in my head I said, ‘But I will do this song. It’s a twisted song, so I’ll just twist it even more, and make it fit me.' Now live, where he would sing 'In a boy’s dream' I have the [backup] girls go 'And the boys sing...' Then I can do those lines: [singing] 'Hike up your skirt a little more, and show your world to me.' Dave’s actually very sexual, his writing. But I don’t know if he likes it or not. I invited him to come to the taping for PBS, and he never got back to us. I thought he would! But you know, his wife was having a baby, I think." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How Still My Love"&lt;br /&gt;"I really don’t write extremely sexual songs, never have. I’m always going to write about the bouquets and the flowers [laughs]. But 'How Still My Love' really is a sexy song, and being that it’s one of my few sexy songs, when we do it onstage it’s fun. It’s kind of woozy and it’s slow, but it’s got a really great beat—kind of a strip-tease, a little burlesque, a little Dita Von Teese-y. The title actually came from two different books I saw in some hotel, one was called How Still My Love and one was called In the Still of the Night, and I used both, but I never even opened up the books [laughs], so I have no idea what they were about. Whenever I come into a room with a library, in a hotel or whatever, I pull them all down and just sit—I get a lot of ideas that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Circle Dance"&lt;br /&gt;written by Bonnie Raitt&lt;br /&gt;"I love to do this song. Bonnie’s dad, John Raitt, was a big music guy, Broadway, and he would be gone a lot when Bonnie was growing up. And when you’re young, you don’t think 'Oh, they have to work,' you just think, 'They’re gone and it’s my fault.' You know, the words, 'I’ll be home soon, that’s what you’d say, and a little kid believes / after a while I learned that love must be a thing that leaves.' But when her father was older, there was a peace she found with him. And in many ways the song can be about a romantic relationship too, about letting go: 'Time has made things clearer now.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beauty and the Beast"&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely about Mick, but it’s also based on the 1946 Jean Cocteau movie. I first saw it on TV one night when Mick and I were first together, and I always thought of Mick as being sort of Beauty and the Beast-esque, because he’s so tall and he had beautiful coats down to here, and clothes made by little fairies up in the attic, I always thought [laughs], so he was that character in a lot of ways. And also, it matched our story because Mick and I could never be. A, because Mick was married, and then divorced and that was not good, and B, because of Fleetwood Mac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey had barely survived the breakup of Lindsey and Stevie, much less would he not survive the relationship of Stevie and Mick. So Mick told Lindsey, even though I thought it was totally the wrong thing to do, and two days later we broke up. But of course Lindsey never forgave me for years, if ever. All the great love stories are the love that cannot be. And in the midst of that whole thing, Mick fell in love with my best friend Sara. So the moral is, Don’t go out with a gorgeous rock star who goes on the road, just don’t! Because it will never, ever work out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Landslide"&lt;br /&gt;"I was in Colorado around 1973, after me and Lindsey's first record, and we’d just been dropped. Lindsey had been offered a tour with the Everly Brothers, it was a good salary and we really needed the money, so we went to where either Don or Phil Everly lived, in Aspen, to rehearse. I had my best friend with me, and we went out to dinner one night and met these great guys, they just gave us their living room in their three-bedroom apartment—we stayed there for three months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So one day while I was sitting there sitting on their floor, looking out the window at all the snow, I made a decision whether I wanted to continue a relationship with Lindsey, musically and romantically, and I decided that I was gonna give it another try, because we weren’t getting along very well, but the music was important. But I never told him what it was about 'til years and years later, maybe only in the last five. I knew it was a good song. Whether I had sense if it would do anything or go anywhere? I don’t know [laughs]. But I knew it was really good." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please enjoy Alicia's SIGNED lithograph... (Mine looks like this minus the signature) AND pictures from today's DVD/CD signing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest of Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdK8Bt_MG5I/AAAAAAAAFng/VOThgvaCv7U/s1600-h/signed+litho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdK8Bt_MG5I/AAAAAAAAFng/VOThgvaCv7U/s400/signed+litho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319520847588498322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdLFjHO9CsI/AAAAAAAAFn4/VIJ_TQQTK1M/s1600-h/ss6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdLFjHO9CsI/AAAAAAAAFn4/VIJ_TQQTK1M/s400/ss6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319531316905839298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdLFiy29QnI/AAAAAAAAFnw/fOZ1OBDV7G4/s1600-h/ss4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdLFiy29QnI/AAAAAAAAFnw/fOZ1OBDV7G4/s400/ss4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319531311436481138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdLFi4E-OeI/AAAAAAAAFno/rzvVlEftncE/s1600-h/ss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdLFi4E-OeI/AAAAAAAAFno/rzvVlEftncE/s400/ss2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319531312837442018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-4859588241632212555?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/4859588241632212555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=4859588241632212555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/4859588241632212555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/4859588241632212555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/03/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdK4mNeGy6I/AAAAAAAAFnY/W7XK4EyJYys/s72-c/alicia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2207806821659395143</id><published>2009-03-29T21:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:40:24.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Coming For Supper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdE77xsfN4I/AAAAAAAAFnQ/P8FTokcjpmo/s1600-h/eventdate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdE77xsfN4I/AAAAAAAAFnQ/P8FTokcjpmo/s400/eventdate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319098533039519618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running out of greetings people. (HELP!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's MONDAY (and I don't like Mondays, not at all, except I DO like Monday night TV!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS to EVERYONE for the comments about the ING Half Marathon. I really DID appreciate it. I told myself if the half marathon went well that I would a) get a pet and b) sign up for a full marathon. To that end... I am NOW registered for the Bank of America Chicago 2009 Marathon which will take place on October 11, 2009! (October 11 is also "National Coming Out Day" AND the birthday of my ex-BF, Steve!) Anyhoo, to my friends in Chicago, save a place at the table! I'm coming for supper (a pasta supper, that is)! Some of you know that I grew up outside of Chicago, so running THIS marathon has significance for me! I will write more about this as the date draws near!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough about me. What's going on with YOU? What d'ya know/what's your story? Let "us" know, would ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2207806821659395143?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2207806821659395143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2207806821659395143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2207806821659395143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2207806821659395143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Coming For Supper?'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SdE77xsfN4I/AAAAAAAAFnQ/P8FTokcjpmo/s72-c/eventdate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-1683333870304335083</id><published>2009-03-27T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:06:28.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sc2FGcOFniI/AAAAAAAAFmg/6oFldo03Tgg/s1600-h/amanda_friendlys.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sc2FGcOFniI/AAAAAAAAFmg/6oFldo03Tgg/s400/amanda_friendlys.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318053080695414306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's FRIDAY folks! (If nothing else, we ALWAYS tell YOU what day it is here at "The Corner.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above and the picture below make me smile... These two adorable little girls are, of course, my friend Carrie's daughters, Amanda and Eva. These pictures were too cute NOT to share here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, "Kev" (that's me) was out WAY too late last night so I gotta go now (and recuperate). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sc2FGdn_HVI/AAAAAAAAFmo/K-da_H_cZ2A/s1600-h/eva_friendlys.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sc2FGdn_HVI/AAAAAAAAFmo/K-da_H_cZ2A/s400/eva_friendlys.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318053081072475474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-1683333870304335083?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/1683333870304335083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=1683333870304335083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1683333870304335083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1683333870304335083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sc2FGcOFniI/AAAAAAAAFmg/6oFldo03Tgg/s72-c/amanda_friendlys.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-8989908605280295246</id><published>2009-03-26T18:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:09:40.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/ScwJ0LvKLGI/AAAAAAAAFmY/zF-3OhQq-X8/s1600-h/surf333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/ScwJ0LvKLGI/AAAAAAAAFmY/zF-3OhQq-X8/s400/surf333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317636052126149730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who's here! It's YOU (and it's ME)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are YOU today? I am f-i-n-e, fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/ScwIEkCoAoI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/o4K_6VzYfSw/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 76px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/ScwIEkCoAoI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/o4K_6VzYfSw/s400/logo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317634134504899202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might know... The ING Marathon/Half Marathon is THIS Sunday here in Atlanta and "Kev" (lame third-person reference to myself) is READY (I think...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some info about the race:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staging area for the start &amp; finish will be in the heart of downtown Atlanta at Centennial Olympic Park.  You will run through scenic areas such as the Sweet Auburn district, which houses the famous Ebenezer Baptist Church and the Martin Luther King Center. You will also run by the house where Dr. King was born and then on through historical Inman Park with its magnificent restored homes.  The course continues through the eclectic Little 5 Points, then breaks away from the ING Georgia Marathon course onto Freedom Parkway and around The Carter Center for one of the best views of the city.  Continuing into the Virginia Highlands neighborhood with spectators cheering participants on as they head into Piedmont Park and finally through the beautiful Georgia Tech Campus to the finish line where the party begins at Centennial Olympic Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to the official site: www.inggeorgiamarathon.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's IT for today. Come back tomorrow (if you feel up to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song for... ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mr102My19TU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mr102My19TU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-8989908605280295246?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/8989908605280295246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=8989908605280295246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8989908605280295246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8989908605280295246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-you-again.html' title='It&apos;s YOU!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/ScwJ0LvKLGI/AAAAAAAAFmY/zF-3OhQq-X8/s72-c/surf333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2967058514394104511</id><published>2009-03-23T22:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:26:30.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SchDaa2rA3I/AAAAAAAAFlY/VzDxkQyR_S8/s1600-h/MARbugg30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SchDaa2rA3I/AAAAAAAAFlY/VzDxkQyR_S8/s400/MARbugg30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316573481275163506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MONDAY EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" hope YOU had a GREAT day today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Russ is now in Prague but I am too lazy to upload the bevy of photos received today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so disturbed by the video I shared/posted yesterday, that I went back to YouTube to see if this guy/gal bastardized anymore songs. Sure enough, he/she did... Take a look-see (it's tragic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jm14q01ruYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jm14q01ruYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, he/she hasn't garnered any comments about his performance. I would write and tell him just how horrific he is but that would require me joining/creating a YouTube account and, well, I just don't care that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty Aphroditey (sp?), I'm signing off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2967058514394104511?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2967058514394104511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2967058514394104511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2967058514394104511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2967058514394104511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SchDaa2rA3I/AAAAAAAAFlY/VzDxkQyR_S8/s72-c/MARbugg30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5128891704374533750</id><published>2009-03-19T18:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:37:46.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/ScLHzT0tI9I/AAAAAAAAFkw/7vWVJpbo4NI/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/ScLHzT0tI9I/AAAAAAAAFkw/7vWVJpbo4NI/s400/w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315030194559198162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday! What's up with you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have NOTHING to write about EXCEPT "Kev" (ME!) has a new friend who is a pilot AND I/me/"Kev" (all three of my personalities) are going flying tomorrow. YAY!(That's fun, right?) I will let YOU know how it goes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a GREAT Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3M-Lcf-P8HM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3M-Lcf-P8HM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5128891704374533750?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5128891704374533750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5128891704374533750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5128891704374533750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5128891704374533750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/03/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/ScLHzT0tI9I/AAAAAAAAFkw/7vWVJpbo4NI/s72-c/w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5659895735319094059</id><published>2009-03-15T16:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:55:38.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sb1gCTNSRMI/AAAAAAAAFko/AEtBezXkbAg/s1600-h/luke11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sb1gCTNSRMI/AAAAAAAAFko/AEtBezXkbAg/s400/luke11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313508727999055042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello EVERYONE! It's... SUNDAY! (How do you like the picture above? Pretty "hot," right?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" hope YOU are doing f-i-n-e, fine today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev" (that's me) attended Olivia Newton-John's concert last week at the Cobb Energy Center in Marietta, Georgia. The seats were in the mezzanine (not "Kev Quality") but good nonetheless. The show was, well, what I expected... Olivia performed all of her "hits" and was perky/personable throughout. Did you know she has a fan club (that we had the misfortune of sitting behind)? It's true. These people were whack (and drunk). They were VERY excited. They came with glow sticks in hand, which they used to form an "X" when Olivia sang "Xanadu." They offered us glow sticks and asked that we participate, but, well, that was just too gay. I wasn't doing it. They proudly wore their Olivia tees displaying all of the cities on the tour route (none of which I had ever heard of). I appreciated and understood their enthusiasm though. Anyway, I admit, when Olivia sang the song below, it made me cry a little (inside). It is from the movie/musical "Grease," which reminds me of my Grandfather because he took my sister and me to see it when it was in theatres. (And you thought it reminded me of a stupid boy... Not this time.) Thanks Azor, for arranging the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6cYPFDKnkJU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6cYPFDKnkJU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here is some more EXCITING news... I already told you that friend Zane and I will be seeing Fleetwood Mac (5-star/VIP seats) here in Atlanta (including a band "meet and greet")... Well, "Kev" (again, me) will be seeing two additional shows this tour (shows 2 &amp; 3 both in the 5th row) in other cities. Really, it's all I live for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5659895735319094059?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5659895735319094059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5659895735319094059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5659895735319094059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5659895735319094059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sb1gCTNSRMI/AAAAAAAAFko/AEtBezXkbAg/s72-c/luke11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-4766364645825718730</id><published>2009-03-12T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:28:17.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac Efron Is Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbmMZCNzSFI/AAAAAAAAFkg/CvGP1dC9lUY/s1600-h/zefron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbmMZCNzSFI/AAAAAAAAFkg/CvGP1dC9lUY/s400/zefron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312431597179586642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have today, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-4766364645825718730?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/4766364645825718730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=4766364645825718730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/4766364645825718730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/4766364645825718730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/03/zac-efron-is-hot.html' title='Zac Efron Is Hot'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbmMZCNzSFI/AAAAAAAAFkg/CvGP1dC9lUY/s72-c/zefron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-7324629381097906050</id><published>2009-03-06T10:17:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:00:27.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFBWx8_VFI/AAAAAAAAFgY/WZwQkOO92SU/s1600-h/circus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310097295268598866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFBWx8_VFI/AAAAAAAAFgY/WZwQkOO92SU/s400/circus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUZ UP EVERYONE?!;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures from last night's Britney Spears concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bitches! (Term of endearment - don't get offended!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim &amp;amp; Thomas (looking hot on MARTA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFDCdKQRiI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/C7-MaKNB1Ek/s1600-h/Tim+%26+Thomas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310099145112962594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFDCdKQRiI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/C7-MaKNB1Ek/s400/Tim+%26+Thomas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tim &amp;amp; Kevin - pre-concert party at my "crib"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFDB9PlE6I/AAAAAAAAFiI/g0nRH-7ZVlo/s1600-h/Tim+%26+Kevin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310099136545362850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFDB9PlE6I/AAAAAAAAFiI/g0nRH-7ZVlo/s400/Tim+%26+Kevin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, this is where our seat was (I say seat because we had one seat...) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFDBSj6C7I/AAAAAAAAFiA/zyzGL8a5DtM/s1600-h/Kevin+Stage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310099125087898546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFDBSj6C7I/AAAAAAAAFiA/zyzGL8a5DtM/s400/Kevin+Stage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen of pop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFCQzKmmNI/AAAAAAAAFho/7uL1FRPtz1o/s1600-h/brit+brit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310098292026546386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFCQzKmmNI/AAAAAAAAFho/7uL1FRPtz1o/s400/brit+brit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFCQeL_vEI/AAAAAAAAFhg/RxUPRAGk2do/s1600-h/brit97.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310098286395243586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFCQeL_vEI/AAAAAAAAFhg/RxUPRAGk2do/s400/brit97.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFCQEIXDaI/AAAAAAAAFhY/Ig2lGEfNhVY/s1600-h/brit18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310098279400672674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFCQEIXDaI/AAAAAAAAFhY/Ig2lGEfNhVY/s400/brit18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFCP-bG57I/AAAAAAAAFhQ/jclBjh5tf2k/s1600-h/brit09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310098277868693426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFCP-bG57I/AAAAAAAAFhQ/jclBjh5tf2k/s400/brit09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFCPFCGeMI/AAAAAAAAFhI/ygF-CCWr_tM/s1600-h/brit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310098262462986434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFCPFCGeMI/AAAAAAAAFhI/ygF-CCWr_tM/s400/brit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFD4xli4SI/AAAAAAAAFi4/jyIFVdXhyAY/s1600-h/britt77744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310100078309073186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFD4xli4SI/AAAAAAAAFi4/jyIFVdXhyAY/s400/britt77744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFD4TUDdHI/AAAAAAAAFiw/KCBUYgP8iIo/s1600-h/britpole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310100070182646898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFD4TUDdHI/AAAAAAAAFiw/KCBUYgP8iIo/s400/britpole.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cage shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFD34HoRWI/AAAAAAAAFio/AYCvkQpoYVU/s1600-h/britneycage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310100062882776418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFD34HoRWI/AAAAAAAAFio/AYCvkQpoYVU/s400/britneycage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFD3IdphXI/AAAAAAAAFig/ojdtX8S0I6s/s1600-h/britney+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310100050090231154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFD3IdphXI/AAAAAAAAFig/ojdtX8S0I6s/s400/britney+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love cages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFD2vAMeqI/AAAAAAAAFiY/cw5D9UzvGxU/s1600-h/britney7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310100043255806626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFD2vAMeqI/AAAAAAAAFiY/cw5D9UzvGxU/s400/britney7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFE4My1WPI/AAAAAAAAFjg/ffKB4P74UKg/s1600-h/dancer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101167944325362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFE4My1WPI/AAAAAAAAFjg/ffKB4P74UKg/s400/dancer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbGXFr3rnLI/AAAAAAAAFkY/YhpiaZxNYkA/s1600-h/kev+vip+seat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbGXFr3rnLI/AAAAAAAAFkY/YhpiaZxNYkA/s400/kev+vip+seat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310191559577935026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFFaykUVSI/AAAAAAAAFkA/C7cZiFw2oxo/s1600-h/Pussycatss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101762199541026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFFaykUVSI/AAAAAAAAFkA/C7cZiFw2oxo/s400/Pussycatss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFFavnE3oI/AAAAAAAAFj4/4fQdqTyDR3k/s1600-h/Pussycat+blonda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101761405804162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFFavnE3oI/AAAAAAAAFj4/4fQdqTyDR3k/s400/Pussycat+blonda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFFaGs8QoI/AAAAAAAAFjw/EegEhE6xuPg/s1600-h/stage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101750424552066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFFaGs8QoI/AAAAAAAAFjw/EegEhE6xuPg/s400/stage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reaching for my hand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFFZskR4mI/AAAAAAAAFjo/aZ9_Lld7iAo/s1600-h/shaking+kevs+hand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101743408898658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFFZskR4mI/AAAAAAAAFjo/aZ9_Lld7iAo/s400/shaking+kevs+hand.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/34044973-7324629381097906050?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/7324629381097906050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=7324629381097906050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7324629381097906050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7324629381097906050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/03/circus_06.html' title='Circus'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SbFBWx8_VFI/AAAAAAAAFgY/WZwQkOO92SU/s72-c/circus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2276241989315306599</id><published>2009-03-04T23:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:40:19.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk On Britney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sa9WmtFLY2I/AAAAAAAAFgQ/j60Ulm9-gbY/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sa9WmtFLY2I/AAAAAAAAFgQ/j60Ulm9-gbY/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309557708629435234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on up in here you dirty sons of bitches? LOL! I'm drunk. On Britney! Tomorrow is the big day. I think Britney is already here in Atlanta - I can "sense" her... The gays in Atlanta are VERY excited, you know and I finally know what I will wear to the show! It's "winning" (and age appropriate so I won't look like an asshole). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a little drunk on Stevie! As you know, Fleetwood Mac began their tour this week. The photo above was sent to me by my friend Alicia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2276241989315306599?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2276241989315306599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2276241989315306599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2276241989315306599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2276241989315306599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/03/drunk-on-britney.html' title='Drunk On Britney'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sa9WmtFLY2I/AAAAAAAAFgQ/j60Ulm9-gbY/s72-c/image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5975494467787629120</id><published>2009-03-03T22:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:23:47.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up In Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sa4Ax5lr0SI/AAAAAAAAFgA/-U7S5FRfTIg/s1600-h/Matthew_Mitcham_adv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sa4Ax5lr0SI/AAAAAAAAFgA/-U7S5FRfTIg/s400/Matthew_Mitcham_adv1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309181867988865314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUZ UP BITCHES?!; It's TUESDAY! (YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope YOU had a GREAT day! Can you tell I am "wild-eyed" and "crazy?" It's true... Britney's "Circus" show is just two nights away and it's ALL I can think about - it's consuming me! (Plus I only had about 3 hours of sleep last night, courtesy of The Hampton Inn in beautiful Valdosta, Georgia, where the fat bastard in the room next to me snored so loud I could hear him through the wall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adopted a new (to me) expression into my vocabulary recently and, well, I just love it and want YOU to adopt it too... Tonight whilst shopping with a friend (again, for the Britney pre-concert party at my crib), I smelled a foul odor at the Kroger (grocery), to which I stated, "Who farted up in here?" (My friend did not know.) Then, while looking for an item on the list, I asked, "You ain't got no popcorn up in here?" (I need popcorn... What would a circus party be without popcorn?) It turned out they DIDN'T have any popcorn up in there so I will try again tomorrow to find some popcorn up in somewhere else. After throwing out the phrase "up in here" no less than 7 more times, my friend advised that I was getting on his nerves (up in there). LOL! I was getting on my own nerves too. I can hardly believe I am (almost...) 42! I need a sedative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had an uber important business meeting and, as a joke to myself and as a way to break the tension I was feeling, I purposely tried to integrate Britney Spears song titles or lyrics into the discussion I lead, which was primarily on the new American Recovery And Reinvestment Act of 2009 (better known as the "stimulus package.") You gotta make these meetings fun up in there, you know what I'm sayin'? I referred to myself as the "ringleader" and threw around the term "toxic" once or twice. It was great fun. Also, I have to give props (I like saying "give props" too) to my BFF, #1... #1 knew how anxious I was going into this 3 hour meeting today (because I called her in a lather) and she gave me a pep talk that I think only a mother and wife and #1 could. (She's good...) I forgot I was even nervous up in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sa4A12MhovI/AAAAAAAAFgI/RtaJ3r6svck/s1600-h/b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sa4A12MhovI/AAAAAAAAFgI/RtaJ3r6svck/s400/b4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309181935797510898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is one of my HOTTEST friends (ever) birthdays! We would like to give props and shout out up in here to TIM, whom I call Tiger, on his big day. Tim is married to another one of my BFF's, "Kitten," and is father to "L'il Kitty" as well. Anyhoo, Tim, if you were close by, I would spank you. No, Tim doesn't read this silliness (he's too HOT I suppose) but by proxy, I am hoping "Kitten" will pass on our regards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am super tired (can you tell up in here?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Obama announced plans to bring most of the troops home from Iraq by August of next year. Isn't that GREAT news? They need to be up in here instead of up in over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's IT for today (up in here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back later in the week (up in here). (I can't stop saying that.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5975494467787629120?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5975494467787629120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5975494467787629120&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5975494467787629120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5975494467787629120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/03/up-in-here.html' title='Up In Here'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sa4Ax5lr0SI/AAAAAAAAFgA/-U7S5FRfTIg/s72-c/Matthew_Mitcham_adv1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-4970403156304061037</id><published>2009-03-01T17:15:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:39:50.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SasM6IDwwoI/AAAAAAAAFf4/MX_5CGd3N-I/s1600-h/britney-spears-circus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SasM6IDwwoI/AAAAAAAAFf4/MX_5CGd3N-I/s400/britney-spears-circus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308350778521469570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is snowing, yes, I said it, SNOWING, here in the A-T-L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about the snow though because BRITNEY SPEARS will be here (at Philips Arena) THIS Thursday promoting her latest CD, "Circus". While I am morally opposed to the circus (elephants should be running in the jungle, not doing hand stands in a tent for children and let's be real - clowns are scary), I can't WAIT to see Britney's circus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I (and friend) be sitting, you might ask? Row 1 of the V-I-&lt;strong&gt;HOLLA&lt;/strong&gt;- P section, which, for "Circus," is called "the ring." Excited? Most certainly (the show will be performed in the round with general admission standing BUT there is one row of VIP seats next to the stage). Who died and went to gay Heaven? Me! ("Pre-concert party" at my crib!) For those of you tracking your 2009 GP's (that's gay points, you know, to hold your standing), the show is worth 1,000 points. If you are in the front row of the VIP section, your points are multiplied by 100 giving you (let me run the numbers..) 10,000 points! (Yes, I consulted the official guide for 2009.) An extra 500 points are awarded if you host the pre-concert party and ADDITIONAL points may be granted on the quality/creativity of the pre-party itself, you know, decorate like a circus, serve peanuts, hire some creepy paparazzi, answer the door dressed as Britney strapped to a gurney - you get it (so I have some work to do...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I love &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zeR3NSYcHk"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; song/video. (Promise me you'll watch it.) (I'm a "put-on-a-show kinda girl" too! "don't like the backseat, gotta be first!") Britney looks HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please sing along, like I do. Here are the lyrics - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's only two types of people in the world&lt;br /&gt;the ones that entertain&lt;br /&gt;and the ones that observe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well baby I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl&lt;br /&gt;dont like the backseat&lt;br /&gt;gotta be first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the ringleader&lt;br /&gt;I call the shots&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a fire cracker&lt;br /&gt;I make it hot&lt;br /&gt;when I put on a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins&lt;br /&gt;spotlight on me and I'm ready to break&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a performer, the dancefloor is my stage&lt;br /&gt;better be ready, hope that ya feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all eyes on me in the center of the ring&lt;br /&gt;just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;when I crack that whip, everybody gonna trip&lt;br /&gt;just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;don't stand there watching me&lt;br /&gt;follow me, show me what you can do&lt;br /&gt;everybody let go, we can make a dance floor&lt;br /&gt;just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only two types of guys out there&lt;br /&gt;Ones that can hang with me&lt;br /&gt;and ones that are scared&lt;br /&gt;so baby, I hope that you came prepared&lt;br /&gt;I run a tight ship, so beware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the ringleader&lt;br /&gt;I call the shots&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a fire cracker&lt;br /&gt;I make it hot&lt;br /&gt;when I put on a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins&lt;br /&gt;spotlight on me and I'm ready to break&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a performer, the dancefloor is my stage&lt;br /&gt;better be ready, hope that ya feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all eyes on me in the center of the ring&lt;br /&gt;just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;when I crack that whip, everybody gonna trip&lt;br /&gt;just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;don't stand there watching me&lt;br /&gt;follow me, show me what you can do&lt;br /&gt;everybody let go, we can make a dance floor&lt;br /&gt;just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go&lt;br /&gt;let me see what you can do&lt;br /&gt;I'm running this (like,like a circus)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, like a what (like a circus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta go lift a weight or do a sit up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Britney Hugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just another great night to be gay (or straight!). Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour opened tonight and I have been getting "up to the minute" reports on the set list and costumes! It is just VERY exciting stuff. They are performing some songs they have never performed live before! Yes, I have a VIP/meet and greet ticket for that show too... No, I am never going to be able to retire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-4970403156304061037?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/4970403156304061037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=4970403156304061037&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/4970403156304061037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/4970403156304061037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/03/circus.html' title='Circus'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SasM6IDwwoI/AAAAAAAAFf4/MX_5CGd3N-I/s72-c/britney-spears-circus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6171157074500030810</id><published>2009-02-26T20:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:20:54.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup Bitches?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sac_iCgTynI/AAAAAAAAFfw/kCIX5cjSDIQ/s1600-h/rosie"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sac_iCgTynI/AAAAAAAAFfw/kCIX5cjSDIQ/s400/rosie" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307280539899906674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up bitches? ("We" never, ever, never get tired of referring to you in that manner. Let's face it, "we're" immature. "We're" sure if "we" are still blogging when "we" are 70, that we will still be calling you this.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the picture above the c-u-t-e-s-t, cutest? I "swiped" this from "moody musings," my friend "Kitten's" blog and this is, of course, my "niece," "L'il Kitty," whom we also call "Rosie" (well, because Rosie is her name). Anyhoo, L'il Rosie turned 7, that's right, I said it - 7, and I completely forgot to send her a card/gift, etc... I was so disappointed that I overlooked her day that my eyes welled with tears (yes, I'm emotional, I get it). I can't believe Rosie is already 7! I remember when her parents were trying to start a family, so this is another reminder of how quickly time passes. L'il Rosie, I PROMISE I will make forgetting YOUR day up to you! (Okay, she does not read this but I trust her mom will let her know.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour begins THIS Sunday! Thrilled? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears will be here in Atlanta one week from tonight promoting "Circus," her latest CD, which, again, I like a lot. I am super excited about seeing Britney live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you may have noticed a slight change here... "We" have decided to modify the name of the blog to simply, "The Corner." Why? I don't know. I (I mean, "we") have really never liked being called "Kev" (it isn't what people in my real life call me, although I won't name this blog "Baldielocks," and please stop calling me that!) Anyhoo, what do YOU think of the name change? As you know, I am quite fickle and can revert back at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, it is Thursday night which means I need to get outta here (and go drink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope YOU have a GR-EAT Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev (Hhhmmm, can I still sign the posts this way since I changed the name?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6171157074500030810?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6171157074500030810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6171157074500030810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6171157074500030810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6171157074500030810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/02/sup-bitches.html' title='Sup Bitches?'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/Sac_iCgTynI/AAAAAAAAFfw/kCIX5cjSDIQ/s72-c/rosie' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3439408207373959141</id><published>2009-02-22T16:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:43:14.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SaHGspRwiyI/AAAAAAAAFfk/IKPvrPWJyWY/s1600-h/z1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SaHGspRwiyI/AAAAAAAAFfk/IKPvrPWJyWY/s400/z1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305740306316036898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SUNDAY (bitches)! I hope this post finds YOU well (well, not you, just you) (Okay, I am just kidding... I hope you are ALL well!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is of U2's Bono, Brandon Flowers of "The Killers" (who I love - he's the cutest) and Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have much to write about (I'm tired) so here are just some thoughts I had today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the term "stimulus package" excite anyone else? Sounds dirty to me. I like saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you watch Nancy Grace? I have to say, I have had my fill of little Cayley Anthony. Sad? Most certainly - her mother should be shot. However... I am starting to think Nancy Grace/her producers are behind these child abductions (now we have "Haleigh"). I just can't take another minute of the coverage. It's unfortunate the television sets in my building are set to this God-awful show. I can't get away from it, ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Rihanna? I admit, I haven't followed the story but did see pictures of her today... Very sad. I like Rihanna a lot. I love her songs because they are "pop" but include nice piano pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's ALL for today folks! Have a GREAT week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9ZBENn-nUU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9ZBENn-nUU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3439408207373959141?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3439408207373959141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3439408207373959141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3439408207373959141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3439408207373959141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SaHGspRwiyI/AAAAAAAAFfk/IKPvrPWJyWY/s72-c/z1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3677131151544115019</id><published>2009-02-16T17:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:11:07.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Human?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SZn06Otr2wI/AAAAAAAAFfc/Ew3B1v3huMA/s1600-h/flowers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SZn06Otr2wI/AAAAAAAAFfc/Ew3B1v3huMA/s400/flowers3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303539317424773890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUZ UP EVERYONE? (I'm shouting that at you.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY PRESIDENT'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back to the velvet underground. (Okay, I don't know what that means but it is a Stevie Nicks' lyric and I like it!) Many of you predicted that "The Corner" would be back. You know me (errr, "us") too well - you were right. "We" (fictitious staff here) needed some time away. I doubt this will be the last break "we" take, as "we" will probably leave the blog from time to time. It's what "we" do to regroup and recharge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I hope YOU have been s-w-e-l-l ('fo shizzle). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what brought "us" back? &lt;a href ="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d97XFGR_IP0"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; song/video (that I like, although I think I posted it before which would negate the reason for returning since you have already seen it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the song is about but it "speaks" to me (albeit in a foreign language that I never took in high school). I can't even create my own meaning for the song because I have absolutely NO clue what he is singing about BUT I like his voice and, well, the way he looks. (The feather eppelettes don't even bother me much and I love the desert the video was shot in.) This is also my ring tone for my BFF, #1, (also known as "Princess" or "The Queen"). You see, I did not know who The Killers were until #1 introduced me to them so I think of her when I hear them. (Same with the "Scissor Sisters.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a few people have asked about the book... Thanks for asking. It has a title, dedication and theme (I just need help with the rest). To this end, I have enrolled in a class to teach me how to write a book... I will keep YOU posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's IT for today! (You gotta ease back into blogging, like not swimming for 30 minutes after you eat your lunch. You can get a cramp. Just a theory. I don't know. Oh, alright, I gotta get to the mall and don't have any more time for this tonight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3677131151544115019?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3677131151544115019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3677131151544115019&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3677131151544115019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3677131151544115019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-we-human.html' title='Are We Human?'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SZn06Otr2wI/AAAAAAAAFfc/Ew3B1v3huMA/s72-c/flowers3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-4609201450361798237</id><published>2009-01-30T08:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:24:35.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS for Stoppin' In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SYL-pzFQ_jI/AAAAAAAAFe4/HrS4INUiLtM/s1600-h/100_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SYL-pzFQ_jI/AAAAAAAAFe4/HrS4INUiLtM/s400/100_0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297076105781509682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello EVERYONE! I hope you are all s-w-e-l-l. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my friends, I wanted to say "THANKS for stoppin' in!" one last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is "our" 610th and, I think, the last. I have had a lot of fun with this blog in the two and a half years I have been writing it, but I just don't "feel it" anymore (and STILL want to write that stupid book I mentioned oh so long ago). I am not going to remove it or delete it (because, hey, I'm moody, I may change my mind again tomorrow) but wanted to say "goodbye," at least for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, much love (and go see Fleetwood Mac when they visit YOUR town) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one last time, here is Stevie Nicks performing one of my favorites (which will be included in the upcoming tour, I am told)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7jzXwIS9P0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7jzXwIS9P0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-4609201450361798237?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/4609201450361798237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=4609201450361798237&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/4609201450361798237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/4609201450361798237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-for-stoppin-in.html' title='THANKS for Stoppin&apos; In!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SYL-pzFQ_jI/AAAAAAAAFe4/HrS4INUiLtM/s72-c/100_0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5449072904090116785</id><published>2009-01-20T20:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:55:33.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SXZ9oBcSZUI/AAAAAAAAFb0/zHBIlh4rONU/s1600-h/2la52cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SXZ9oBcSZUI/AAAAAAAAFb0/zHBIlh4rONU/s400/2la52cm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293556538555917634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" interrupt "our" self-imposed hiatus to proclaim, IT'S A GREAT DAY TO BE GAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not referring to today's inaugural proceedings, although they were quite exciting, weren't they? "We" hope YOU all watched today as Barack Obama took over the presidency. "Our" friend Loren was in D.C. this afternoon sending pictures from the mall. THANK YOU LOREN (that was cool). #1 called to give her fashion do's and don'ts, which is always amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am referring to, however, is the fact that "Kev" (third person reference to myself) and friend Zane now have &lt;strong&gt;5-Star/VIP Package &lt;/strong&gt;tickets to see... you got it, &lt;strong&gt;Fleetwood Mac &lt;/strong&gt;here in Atlanta on April 28th! (For those of you who are newer to the "Corner," I started referring to those days where I am a little more excited than usual, you know, for any of several reasons including, but not limited to: I found a great pair of jeans that accentuate my &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;, (What? I meant wallet!) the new Britney Spears CD "dropped" (that's industry lingo for - is now available for purchase), the cute guy from the 19th floor smiled at me, or, in this case, I have "5-Star/VIP" tickets for Fleetwood Mac (which, as you know, I am accustomed to). The tickets will entitle Zane and me to seats in the first five rows (although I have a strong suspicion that we will be in Row A... I've done this before) AND we will be meeting at least Mick Fleetwood, whom I have met twice but Zane has not (so I am excited for him) AND we will attend a pre-party where they will give us lots of band related shiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS Zane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour dates have been announced and can be found on "The Nicks Fix." A link to the site is to your right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a GREAT rest of your week and I will be back, well, when I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5449072904090116785?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5449072904090116785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5449072904090116785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5449072904090116785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5449072904090116785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/01/unleashed.html' title='Unleashed'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SXZ9oBcSZUI/AAAAAAAAFb0/zHBIlh4rONU/s72-c/2la52cm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-8877189459408516557</id><published>2009-01-19T17:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:24:50.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MLK Day/Inauguration Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SXT8PoFA7FI/AAAAAAAAFbs/H6MIwwkgIiM/s1600-h/michelle_obama300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SXT8PoFA7FI/AAAAAAAAFbs/H6MIwwkgIiM/s400/michelle_obama300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293132807453862994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Welcome BACK. C'mon in, close the door (it's cold outside) and don't get any mud on the carpet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is EVERYONE today? It is MLK day, although some of us still had to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some technical difficulties with the blog earlier today (that happens from time to time), but it is back up now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are YOU spending inauguration day? (I don't know why I asked that - I don't care how you spend it.) I do, however, think EVERYONE should watch this historic event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the deal - "we" (still, just me) are taking an extended "break" from the "Corner." Unfortunately, since doing this doesn't pay the bills, I need to focus on work this week which includes travel to Chicago. So, sit tight, read the neighboring blogs (although they aren't as good as this one), read a book, make a friend, really, your options are limitless. We will be BACK in less than two weeks! (And to my friends in Chicago, I will be there for 7 days, so I hope to see many of you soon.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, watch this video (that I like). I have no idea what she is saying/don't know what it means, but it has a good beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MUBEm7JC_nc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MUBEm7JC_nc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-8877189459408516557?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/8877189459408516557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=8877189459408516557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8877189459408516557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8877189459408516557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/01/mlk-dayinauguration-eve.html' title='MLK Day/Inauguration Eve'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SXT8PoFA7FI/AAAAAAAAFbs/H6MIwwkgIiM/s72-c/michelle_obama300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5790320781403060868</id><published>2009-01-18T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:29:12.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SXOC-XT9nEI/AAAAAAAAFbk/_mm-pSqtdhc/s1600-h/Flowers005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SXOC-XT9nEI/AAAAAAAAFbk/_mm-pSqtdhc/s400/Flowers005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292717995011710018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SUNDAY! A new day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"We" hope YOU had a GREAT weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5790320781403060868?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5790320781403060868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5790320781403060868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5790320781403060868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5790320781403060868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-day.html' title='A New Day'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SXOC-XT9nEI/AAAAAAAAFbk/_mm-pSqtdhc/s72-c/Flowers005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5461350793484242341</id><published>2009-01-14T13:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:05:28.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SW4pLV8b2MI/AAAAAAAAFTg/nITmy9g1z5M/s1600-h/wentworth-miller-photos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SW4pLV8b2MI/AAAAAAAAFTg/nITmy9g1z5M/s400/wentworth-miller-photos3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291211887052839106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you bad asses (hee hee), it's HUMP DAY! (YAY!) We are at the mid-point of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to share with you fine folks today EXCEPT our crack staff of journalists here at "The Corner" just learned that Fox's hit, "Prison Break," starring Wentworth Miller has been canceled. The final episodes will air this spring. I have to say, I got frustrated with that show. Well, alright, I watched it twice, but wanted him to escape and break out his brother in the two episodes I saw. I can't commit to much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it a GREAT day, would ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5461350793484242341?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5461350793484242341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5461350793484242341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5461350793484242341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5461350793484242341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/01/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SW4pLV8b2MI/AAAAAAAAFTg/nITmy9g1z5M/s72-c/wentworth-miller-photos3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-1085230931088034618</id><published>2009-01-13T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:27:42.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running WHILST Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWzrHP1bcrI/AAAAAAAAFRg/LfioZxUVKp0/s1600-h/TSP_586455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWzrHP1bcrI/AAAAAAAAFRg/LfioZxUVKp0/s400/TSP_586455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290862171995730610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey bitches! (Again, term of endearment - don't get mad at me.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a question I researched just today that I thought I would share with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have been diagnosed with a sinus infection...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD YOU RUN WHEN YOU'RE SICK? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runners seem to live by a creed that's stricter than the postman's: "Neither rain, nor snow, nor sniffle, nor fever shall keep me from my training schedule." Indeed, the coming of winter presents many issues for runners who'd prefer to keep at it even when sick. Oftentimes, symptoms aren't severe enough to make you stay in bed, home from work, or off the roads. And while exercise can give you a mental and physical boost when you're feeling run-down, there are other occasions when going for a run may do more harm than good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Nieman, Ph.D., who heads the Human Performance Laboratory at Appalachian State University, and has run 58 marathons and ultras, uses the "neck rule." Symptoms below the neck (chest cold, bronchial infection, body ache) require time off, while symptoms above the neck (runny nose, stuffiness, sneezing) don't pose a risk to runners continuing workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This view is supported by research done at Ball State University by Tom Weidner, Ph.D., director of athletic training research. In one study, Weidner took two groups of 30 runners each and inoculated them with the common cold. One group ran 30 to 40 minutes every day for a week. The other group was sedentary. According to Weidner, "the two groups didn't differ in the length or severity of their colds." In another study, he found that running with a cold didn't compromise performance. He concluded that running with a head cold--as long as you don't push beyond accustomed workouts--is beneficial in maintaining fitness and psychological well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, doctors say, you still walk, or run, a fine line. Take extra caution when training with anything worse than a minor cold because it can escalate into more serious conditions affecting the lower respiratory tract and lungs. Sinus infection, or sinusitis, is an inflammation of the sinus cavity that affects 37 million Americans each year. Symptoms include runny nose, cough, headache, and facial pressure. With a full-blown sinus infection, you rarely feel like running. But if you do, consider the 72-hour rule of Jeffrey Hall Dobken, M.D.: "No running for three days," advises the allergist/immunologist and ultramarathoner in Little Silver, New Jersey. Even without the presence of a fever, says Dr. Dobken, some sinus infections, when stressed by exercise, can lead to pneumonia or, in extreme cases, respiratory failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, winter weather increases risk of sinusitis. In dry air, the nasal passages and mouth lose moisture, causing irritation. "The sinuses need time to recover," says Dr. Dobken, "just like a knee or foot." So Dr. Dobken recommends including treadmill running in your winter training regimen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another option for sinusitis sufferers is pool running. "The water adds moisture to nasal passages," says John J. Jacobsen, M.D., an allergist in Mankato, Minnesota. Pool running is preferable to swimming, says Dr. Jacobsen, because chlorine can be irritating to the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperature Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still in doubt about whether it's safe to run or not, take your temperature. If it's above 99 degrees, skip your run. "Some people think that they can 'sweat out' a fever by running," says Nieman. "That's wrong. Running won't help your immune system fight the fever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nieman saw this firsthand when his running partner once ran a marathon with a 101-degree fever. Soon after, the runner developed severe and persistent symptoms similar to those of chronic fatigue syndrome. "Every day he'd wake up feeling creaky and arthritic," says Nieman. "When he tried to run, he'd stumble and fall." Eventually doctors concluded he had a "postviral syndrome," a latent condition that was exacerbated by the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this syndrome is rare, it's an example of the risk you take by running while ill. "Running with a fever makes the fever and flu-like symptoms worse," says Nieman, "and it can lead to other complications." During exercise, your heart pumps a large amount of blood from your muscles to your skin, dissipating the heat your body generates. If you have a fever, your temperature will rise even higher, and your heart will be put under greater strain to keep your temperature from soaring. In some cases, this can produce an irregular heartbeat. Also, a virus can cause your muscles to feel sore and achy; exercising when your muscles are already compromised could lead to injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nieman recommends that runners with a fever or the flu hold off until the day after the symptoms disappear--and then go for a short, easy run. Runners should wait one to two weeks before resuming their pre-illness intensity and mileage. Otherwise, you risk a relapse, he says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, obey your body and the thermometer--not your training program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know Your Limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much running can compromise your immune system to the point of making you sick? For average runners, the dividing line seems to be 60 miles a week, according to David Nieman, Ph.D., of the Human Performance Laboratory at Appalachian State University. Nieman conducted the largest study ever done on this question by examining 2,300 runners who competed in the 1987 Los Angeles Marathon. "The odds of getting sick were six times higher than normal after the marathon," says Nieman, "and those who ran 60 miles a week or more doubled their chance of getting sick." The illnesses were of the upper respiratory tract, including sinus infections. Nieman says there's no doubt these findings are still applicable to runners today. He's also used himself as a test case: When Nieman trained up to 90 miles a week, he constantly battled sore throats. When he dropped his weekly mileage below 60, the symptoms stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-1085230931088034618?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/1085230931088034618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=1085230931088034618&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1085230931088034618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1085230931088034618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/01/running-whilst-sick.html' title='Running WHILST Sick'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWzrHP1bcrI/AAAAAAAAFRg/LfioZxUVKp0/s72-c/TSP_586455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-1099114442064604469</id><published>2009-01-12T20:15:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:04:31.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeeeyyyyyyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWv4TkGDhTI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/xnAiNamgrMc/s1600-h/IMG_3453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWv4TkGDhTI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/xnAiNamgrMc/s400/IMG_3453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290595202267055410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's, you got it, MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are YOU? "We" (just me) hope YOU are swell. I have been under the weather for the better part of a week now, so don't expect much today, okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my good friends now have blogs of their own. If you have read this blog for any amount of time, you already know them and, most likely, their children/husbands/families, etc... Carrie (who is my uber sexy former piano teacher) authors, "My Happy Family." Here, you get a glimpse in the day in the life of Carrie's world just outside of Boston. Her pictures and videos really do "warm my heart" and she is an excellent writer. She's raised the bar from the, well, crap I post here. (She's smart and stuff.) The second blog takes us to the opposite part of the country to the Phoenix desert. "Moody Musings" is my friend Donna's blog (whom you know better here as "Kitten"). I have 5 best friends in this world (and a whole bunch of other tertiary friends I just enjoy getting drunk and stupid with) but Donna is one of the 5 in my inner-most circle (so you know she is "special"). (We even met Fleetwood Mac together!) I like Donna's blog because there you can see pictures of her daughter, Rosie, who is the CUTEST. When I lived in Phoenix, Rosie was the person who always erased any bad day I had the second I saw her (which turned out to be several nights every week). The photo above is of Rosie, sporting the cute bob, and her younger cousin Jenna, who was a baby when I moved away from Phoenix. (I know I shouldn't write this, but I am hyped on NyQuil/a little punch drunk, so here it is...On Donna's blog, you can also see Donna's hot husband, my friend Tim, who is simply sexy (and very straight and married, so I can harass him). SO, I have added links to Carrie and Donna's blogs here to the right. Stop in and check them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone else creates a blog, let me know and I will add the link here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you think of yesterday's photo? I have to say, it's a little weird taking my own picture! Doesn't feel natural (but I think I will get used to it.) I had never done that before (HONEST)! I have a new web cam (no, JoAnn, my #1 friend, not for sex - you know I would tell you if I were doing that) that allows me to snap a picture at any given moment. Here is a pic of ME writing this post to YOU... Very silly, I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWv76vw_PmI/AAAAAAAAFRY/4UM0q7Moc0w/s1600-h/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWv76vw_PmI/AAAAAAAAFRY/4UM0q7Moc0w/s400/starbucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290599173949701730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this Friday, we are featuring a really super "HOT Guy." The "hottest," in my opinion. David Beckham who? Ricky "who cares" Martin? Brad "I am so over you" Pitt. Joe "I flat iron my hair" Jonas (okay, I still like that one). I digress. As a matter of fact, this Friday's HOT Guy is so hot, "we" decided he will be the very LAST "HOT Guy" to appear on this blog. "We're" discontinuing the segment. After him, there is really no reason to feature any other guy who could never measure up, right? Yes, I am laying it on a little thick and I am certain he is turning red right now (think NyQuil/punch drunk) but what I am telling you is, well, the truth. I don't lie. (And, no, it isn't me...) That said, be sure to come back on Friday (if not sooner...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I just received a call from JoAnn and my 11-year-old nephew, JoAnn's son, Joe... JoAnn said Joe had a joke for me. I was asked... "What do gay horses eat?" Perplexed, I asked, "What?" I was told, "Heeeeeeyyyyyy!" (you know, like a big 'mo would sound). While he was afraid he would offend me, I loved it! Hysterical! I said, "Joe, I just have one thing to say to you... HEEEYYYYYYY!" (Cause I'm a big gay horse.) THANKS Joe! (I think the segment to replace the Friday HOT Guy should be "Jokes From Joe!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, have a GREAT Tuesday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy" Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-1099114442064604469?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/1099114442064604469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=1099114442064604469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1099114442064604469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1099114442064604469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/01/heeeeeyyyyyyy.html' title='Heeeeeyyyyyyy!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWv4TkGDhTI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/xnAiNamgrMc/s72-c/IMG_3453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3739391674324686250</id><published>2009-01-11T14:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:20:13.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWpHpw2xlNI/AAAAAAAAFRI/BazeKeXsZ88/s1600-h/picture+8+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWpHpw2xlNI/AAAAAAAAFRI/BazeKeXsZ88/s400/picture+8+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290119495114921170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SUNDAY! It is cold and cloudy here in the A-T-L, kids! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report today EXCEPT I now have a Facebook "husband." Don't you LOVE Facebook? I have to say, I was reluctant to join. Just seemed silly. Now I check everyones status (and update mine) from my phone! I gotta know every minute of every day what YOU are all up to! What is my neighbor doing? Who are they dining with and where? When did they have their last BM? Who's divorced now (no lie, I read about someones divorce on Facebook). How is my long-lost girlfriend from college that I now have to come out to? And the quizzes... Why pay a therapist when all the self discovery you need can be found there. I have learned so many fascinating things about myself (like I watched WAY too much television as a child, scoring 100% on "How Well Do You Know The Brady's" "How Well Do You Know The Partridge Family," and "How Well Do You Know The Golden Girls" quizzes). Emotionally, I am 7, physically 32, chronologically 41 but I will live to be 89 - all this I learned from Facebook! You get the idea. No need for real interaction anymore. That's overrated anyway. Anyhoo, I have longed for the day I could change my relationship status in Facebook to "in a relationship." I was commenting on this new (new to me anyway) phenomenon of Facebook last night at a party (taking a tally of who is/isn't on, asking people to poke me, etc.) when my dear (and can I just say, "hot") friend Tim offered to take our Facebook relationship to the next level. We consummated the union by exchanging water globes (virtual ones, of course). So there you have it. I'm married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The self portrait above, which reminds me of an Andy Warhol, was taken WHILST talking to my best friend EVER, JoAnn, on the phone this morning. She regaled me with tales of her time out on the town last night. I wanted her to know two things - 1) the smile she brought (and ALWAYS brings) to my face and 2) YES, I wear the Galaxy hat she gave/sent me! (She is keenly aware of my David Beckham obsession.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, that reminds me! I dreampt about Jennifer Aniston last night. As you know, I only dream in celebrity. The dream was a lot of fun. In it, she was roommates with my friend Zane and had a pet monkey (which later got out of the house and ran away... that part was sad) but she quizzed me on "Friends" episodes and I got every answer right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's IT for today kids. Look for me on Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3739391674324686250?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3739391674324686250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3739391674324686250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3739391674324686250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3739391674324686250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWpHpw2xlNI/AAAAAAAAFRI/BazeKeXsZ88/s72-c/picture+8+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-3705015073369450218</id><published>2009-01-08T20:35:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:53:52.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Denim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWau8dAs6MI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/Ba0-0hq0hlM/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWau8dAs6MI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/Ba0-0hq0hlM/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289107165996181698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey EVERYONE (that includes you)! What's up? What's going on? What'dya know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Monday's post so much (the picture, the song) that I didn't want to write again for several days. I hope YOU watched Fleetwood Mac perform "Beautiful Child," which is a really, really beautiful song and one of my all-time favorites. The song has new meaning to me and I l-o-v-e, love it. (I researched what Stevie intended when she wrote that song and my association and interpretation is spot on! I won't tell you though - you create your own meaning. It's fun.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, I got nothin'. That's right, nothin'. Been home sick with a cold a couple of days, hosted a party for about 50 of my closest neighbors (and some random people from other near by buildings) last night, so I am fresh out of anything to share with you tonight. ALTHOUGH, I will tell you... many of these people have never been inside my place. My Stevie Nicks obsession is somewhat obvious, especially because I put additional pictures out for the party, and played only Stevie Nicks music for 4 hours. They were TRAPPED! I locked the door and regaled them with Stevie Nicks stories. It was fun until some dumb son-of-a-mother spilled wine on my rug. He kept asking me to name my "favorite" Stevie Nicks song and I told him, "I don't do that" so I think he was mad and spilled it on purpose. Just a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWauFC3oVEI/AAAAAAAAFQo/hTlaOE7gKBk/s1600-h/n1346427433_171597_4918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWauFC3oVEI/AAAAAAAAFQo/hTlaOE7gKBk/s400/n1346427433_171597_4918.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289106214086005826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above was taken in... you are so smart, I couldn't fool you, right... Paris, in October. I actually did not take this picture, but my good friend Scott did. (My pictures include the signature bus rail found in every shot.) Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy the picture as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour starts in March! For those of you in Chicago, they will be performing at the Allstate Arena on Thursday, March 5th. Nope, I won't be there this time because... Britney Spears will be here in the ATL (can I get a "woop woop" and a "hey now little sister" - okay, I'm drunk on NyQuil (did you get that sense yet?). No lie, we almost got kicked out of a Wal-Mart on Tuesday because of me and my NyQuil high... Something about talking too loud. I don't know. I was like "Seriously? It's Wal-Mart?" Those courtesy people aren't always courteous (and I mentioned that). I had to shout over most of those screaming kids to my friend Scott who had me running up and down aisles for him.) I'm really off track here people. Anyway, go see Fleetwood Mac when they come to your town. Kev (that's me!) will be seeing them in Atlanta with friend Zane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here is another Stevie Nicks song that I love, called "Blue Denim." It didn't win much critical acclaim when it was released in 1994, but I like it a lot. It too, reminds me of someone (okay, they ALL remind me of one person or another) so it is extra special. It was actually written about Lindsey Buckingham (the "bright eyes" she is singing about belong to him). The quality isn't the best (why can't these YouTube people get it right?) but I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a GREAT Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs (not drugs, unless it's NyQuil) - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRWo0GW_Gks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRWo0GW_Gks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-3705015073369450218?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/3705015073369450218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=3705015073369450218&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3705015073369450218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/3705015073369450218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/01/blue-denim.html' title='Blue Denim'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWau8dAs6MI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/Ba0-0hq0hlM/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2826507535195938268</id><published>2009-01-05T19:58:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:32:54.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWLA-9InBMI/AAAAAAAAFQg/0flKduFq7ng/s1600-h/100_4570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWLA-9InBMI/AAAAAAAAFQg/0flKduFq7ng/s400/100_4570.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288001100281480386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MONDAY YOU DIRTY BASTARDS (and everyone else)! THIS is our 600th post! (Believe me or squeeze me, it's true.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you stopped in to read anything of substance today, again, my apologies - still got a bad case of the writer's block... Here's hoping it will pass in 2009! (This blog used to be so much fun, wasn't it?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, those of you who read this from time to time know that I love music. Good music/bad music, I don't care, I'll take it all. I could live within the lyrics of a song and every day life usually reminds me of one, especially a Stevie Nicks song. When I was a younger Stevie Nicks fan, I would assign one of her songs to the people/friends in my life. It became "their" song and once I assigned it, it could never be "assigned" to anyone ever again (I like to follow crazy rules I set for myself). For example, the song "Gypsy," while you may not know this, in Stevie's words, is about that one special friendship that only comes along once in your lifetime.. "Lightening strikes once, maybe twice." While you may not have known that unless I told you, it's TRUE. So, the song "Gypsy" reminds me of my very best friend, JoAnn. It's her song and when I hear it, it reminds me of her, although she is the exact OPPOSITE of an actual gypsy (she's very clean, has hired help and has lived in the same home for the past 16 years, which is, of course, very un-gypsy like, but you get the idea). The song "Sara" reminds me of, well, my friend Sara (not just because it's her name...). The song "Go Your Own Way" (sort of mean spirited, I suppose) is my song for my best ex-BF, Steve. The song "No Spoken Word," I think, is about Hurricane Katrina... "That August dark, dark day with the wind and the rain and the water." And... (are you bored yet?) "Trouble In Shangri-La" reminds me of 9/11... "The ones who walk away try to love again."  (It's eerie because that song was released just before 9/11 and Stevie was on tour in Manhattan when the Twin Towers were attacked and she even delivered food to rescue workers.) I digress but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the song below, "Beautiful Child," is also one of my favorites and it too reminds me of someone "special" (not you though). Yes, I'm crazy... (I have enjoyed this song for years but am glad I hadn't "assigned" it to anyone until today. It captures exactly how I feel about the person it is intended for.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy the song. Maybe it will remind YOU of someone in your life (or just make you think of me, which is okay too.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Beautiful Child" above is, once again, my friend Carrie's daughter, Amanda, whom you have seen here at "The Corner" before. When I wrote this post earlier this evening, I included another picture of David Beckham (you can never go wrong with David Beckham in my opinion). However, when I saw the picture you now see (on Carrie's blog), I thought it fit the subject of the post more perfectly, because Amanda, too, is a beautiful child. I love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta lavista, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senor Kev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNU0qpjHpbw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNU0qpjHpbw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2826507535195938268?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2826507535195938268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2826507535195938268&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2826507535195938268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2826507535195938268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-child.html' title='Beautiful Child'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWLA-9InBMI/AAAAAAAAFQg/0flKduFq7ng/s72-c/100_4570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-524310286216537266</id><published>2009-01-04T18:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:54:30.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWFMEz-8ajI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/vVlPgof3kDE/s1600-h/n1591639440_58981_6096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWFMEz-8ajI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/vVlPgof3kDE/s400/n1591639440_58981_6096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287591083067075122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year (bitches).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What? You were expecting something more/different?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping 2009 will be just half as good as 2008 was (in my world anyway - I had a LOT of fun). (I hope 2009 brings much better things for our world over all though.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stoppin' in. (Now get outta here.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWiXy55OHyY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWiXy55OHyY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-524310286216537266?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/524310286216537266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=524310286216537266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/524310286216537266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/524310286216537266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SWFMEz-8ajI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/vVlPgof3kDE/s72-c/n1591639440_58981_6096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-1803751667095588747</id><published>2008-12-30T21:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:33:35.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SVrn-ITOBDI/AAAAAAAAFQI/oEeA1sNw_3s/s1600-h/sochi-sunset-1-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SVrn-ITOBDI/AAAAAAAAFQI/oEeA1sNw_3s/s400/sochi-sunset-1-web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285792167238698034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you sexy bitches! WELCOME BACK to the "Corner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" hope YOU had a nice Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, we like to celebrate people here. We mention those people who have touched us, we (try to) acknowledge birthdays, special events and sometimes, unfortunately, "we" report that a loved one has left us. Today, sadly, the latter is the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best (if not THE best) friends here in Atlanta is a genuine, kind, fun soul, whom I refer to as my "sistah." My "sistah's" name is Ken and he is someone very special to me and many others. Simply put - he is loved by the masses. Ken has been the primary caregiver to his older brother Jerry, who suffered a heart condition for many years. If you have read the blog for some time, you might recall reading about Jerry, who was awaiting a heart transplant. Last week, Jerry's transplant status was moved to "A1," which means he was in the hospital, next in line to receive his heart. Sadly, Jerry passed away on Sunday before the transplant could ever take place, leaving behind his children, mother, sister, and brother, as well as those who knew and loved him. I was fortunate to meet Jerry on several occasions and can tell you that like his brother, he possessed a kind spirit, great sense of humor and was an inspiration for those around him. My heart hurts for Ken and his family and for the loss of Jerry. As I am writing this, I recall the last thing Jerry said to me the last time I saw him a few months ago, which I am not even sure I shared with Ken, which was "Take care of my brother." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a good New Year's Eve - be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-1803751667095588747?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/1803751667095588747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=1803751667095588747&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1803751667095588747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1803751667095588747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye.html' title='A Goodbye.'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SVrn-ITOBDI/AAAAAAAAFQI/oEeA1sNw_3s/s72-c/sochi-sunset-1-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5550308413294466071</id><published>2008-12-24T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:18:12.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SVLr6ltWk8I/AAAAAAAAFQA/ZfxrU79GNgg/s1600-h/315322459_f5843a70.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283544704646288322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SVLr6ltWk8I/AAAAAAAAFQA/ZfxrU79GNgg/s400/315322459_f5843a70.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's CHRISTMAS. Merry Christmas EVERYONE (notice, I didn't call you "bitches," although I was thinking it...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" (fictitious staff here) hope YOU have a GREAT holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some Christmas songs for YOU (sorry about the quality of the video - I didn't make them). Anyhoo, turn your speakers up loud and shout these songs as loud as you can (it's fun and spirited).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sPQ8q-Fxp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sPQ8q-Fxp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BrpuvmEFKIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BrpuvmEFKIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5550308413294466071?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5550308413294466071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5550308413294466071&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5550308413294466071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5550308413294466071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas EVERYONE'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SVLr6ltWk8I/AAAAAAAAFQA/ZfxrU79GNgg/s72-c/315322459_f5843a70.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5996535223135585592</id><published>2008-12-23T16:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:13:23.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SVFfatixp6I/AAAAAAAAFPw/XWSOaQ8-Yq4/s1600-h/100_4185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SVFfatixp6I/AAAAAAAAFPw/XWSOaQ8-Yq4/s400/100_4185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283108750388996002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey EVERYONE (bitches)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swiped the picture above from my friend Carrie's blog. Here are Carrie's daughters, Amanda and Eva, in their matching Christmas PJ's. Aren't they the CUTEST? (I love them.) The picture made me smile (even WAY more than yesterday's Santa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you were expecting a long post, well, I am sorry to disappoint again. ("Kev" has writer's block.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is "Unusual You" from Britney Spears' latest CD, "Circus," which I think is her best. THIS song reminds me of a certain someone (no, not you) BUT I am sure you are "unusual" too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgSFCWxj78k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgSFCWxj78k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and love to you (all of you) - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5996535223135585592?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5996535223135585592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5996535223135585592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5996535223135585592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5996535223135585592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/unusual-you.html' title='Unusual You'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SVFfatixp6I/AAAAAAAAFPw/XWSOaQ8-Yq4/s72-c/100_4185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6230300279207661875</id><published>2008-12-22T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:23:02.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SVA9Z3HvAbI/AAAAAAAAFPo/LMZknzLqOWk/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SVA9Z3HvAbI/AAAAAAAAFPo/LMZknzLqOWk/s400/santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282789877408006578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a naughty Santa picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6230300279207661875?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6230300279207661875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6230300279207661875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6230300279207661875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6230300279207661875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SVA9Z3HvAbI/AAAAAAAAFPo/LMZknzLqOWk/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-8162566461036970580</id><published>2008-12-21T17:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:45:05.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prop 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SU7U27dxt_I/AAAAAAAAFPg/YPjMwam8BeQ/s1600-h/Woof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SU7U27dxt_I/AAAAAAAAFPg/YPjMwam8BeQ/s400/Woof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282393453092780018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUZ UP everyone? It's Sunday and it's COLD here in the A-T-L. (Probably colder wherever you are though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is from "The Advocate..." (The only thing I will tell you is that Jerry Brown was my friend David's next door neighbor for several years, so I would see Jerry WHILST visiting David.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a surprising change of pace, California Attorney General Jerry Brown made a bold statement Friday by urging the state’s supreme court to void Proposition 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposition, which reversed a supreme court ruling legalizing same-sex marriage in the state of California, passed on election day by a narrow margin. Brown said Proposition 8 is in and of itself unconstitutional because it “deprives a minority group of a fundamental right.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s an about face for Brown, who had previously said he would defend the ballot measure against legal challenges from gay marriage supporters. The attorney general is legally bound to uphold the state’s laws as long as there are reasonable grounds to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his surprising 111-page legal brief -- filed at the last possible moment before the court’s deadline -- Brown offered substantial support for overturning Proposition 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It became evident that the Article 1 provision guaranteeing basic liberty, which includes the right to marry, took precedence over the initiative," he said in an interview Friday night. "Based on my duty to defend the law and the entire Constitution, I concluded the court should protect the right to marry even in the face of the 52 percent vote." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown served as the governor of California from 1975 to 1983 and is rumored to be seeking the office again in 2010. Though Brown said he personally had voted against the marriage ban, as recently as last month, he said he would fight to uphold it as the state's top lawyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opponents of gay marriage, who also filed arguments with the court Friday, were said to be shocked by Brown’s decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Protect Marriage coalition urged in their brief that the justices uphold the proposition, which voters approved 52% to 48% on Nov. 4 -- the most expensive battle for gay rights in history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Pugno, the lawyer for Protect Marriage, told the Associated Press that Brown's argument is "an astonishing theory." He said he was "disappointed to see the attorney general fail to defend the will of the voters as the law instructs him to." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also up for debate –the state of the 18,000 same-sex marriages performed before the election. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown argued that Proposition 8 was not written to be retroactive and that the marriages should remain valid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect Marriage countered that none of the same-sex marriages should be legally recognized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Supreme Court justices are expected to hear arguments in the case as early as March, with a ruling expected later in the spring. Kenneth W. Starr, the former Whitewater prosecutor and U.S. solicitor general, plans to argue on behalf of Protect Marriage, the group said Friday. (Ross von Metzke, Advocate.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-8162566461036970580?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/8162566461036970580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=8162566461036970580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8162566461036970580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8162566461036970580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/prop-8.html' title='Prop 8'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SU7U27dxt_I/AAAAAAAAFPg/YPjMwam8BeQ/s72-c/Woof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-2302861628963691806</id><published>2008-12-18T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:00:00.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUnMJ8F1IpI/AAAAAAAAFPY/yJcMSCMGFT8/s1600-h/eclipse-on-flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUnMJ8F1IpI/AAAAAAAAFPY/yJcMSCMGFT8/s400/eclipse-on-flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280976509190087314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's THURSDAY bitches! (Can't believe Christmas is one week from TODAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you may have sensed that I am not in the mood to write much lately (sorry about that). So until the spirit moves me, I will simply share videos and pictures, deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two songs that I love (they "move" me). They are dedicated to... YOU. (Whoever you are.) (The quality isn't so good so just listen, don't watch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Stevie would say, "much love.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNrd2hMxTJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNrd2hMxTJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3VAizpKNYNQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3VAizpKNYNQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-2302861628963691806?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/2302861628963691806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=2302861628963691806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2302861628963691806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/2302861628963691806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUnMJ8F1IpI/AAAAAAAAFPY/yJcMSCMGFT8/s72-c/eclipse-on-flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-1204989564224232606</id><published>2008-12-17T18:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:25:57.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Smashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUmL8IhdjlI/AAAAAAAAFPI/I0vE-eT3kRc/s1600-h/p59024b09v1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUmL8IhdjlI/AAAAAAAAFPI/I0vE-eT3kRc/s400/p59024b09v1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280905903264861778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ho's! How is EVERYONE today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an avid reader of "The Corner," then you may know that our friend, "The Queen" (whom "we" love more than just about anything) grew up in the home next door to "Smashing Pumpkins" front man, Billy Corgan. (In my opinion, Billy was lucky enough to grow up next to her - that should be his real claim to fame.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos from "The Queen's" archives. The photo of JoAnn, err, "The Queen," and Billy makes me smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUmKlSiIBVI/AAAAAAAAFPA/ATlAP32257o/s1600-h/n1346427433_171650_6454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUmKlSiIBVI/AAAAAAAAFPA/ATlAP32257o/s400/n1346427433_171650_6454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280904411303380306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUmKewTyc0I/AAAAAAAAFO4/p-yhLE_8YtI/s1600-h/n1346427433_171651_6697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUmKewTyc0I/AAAAAAAAFO4/p-yhLE_8YtI/s400/n1346427433_171651_6697.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280904299037225794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I did not know Billy but he was in my P.E. class in middle school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta get outta here. Happy hump day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy's bio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guitarist/singer/head-songwriter for the Smashing Pumpkins, Billy Corgan was one of alt-rock's leaders and focal points for much of the '90s. Born on March 17, 1967, in Elk Grove, IL, Corgan's first true exposure to music came from his father, Bill Corgan, Sr., who was a blues guitarist. After his parents divorced at an early age, Corgan moved from one relative to the next, and by age 14, he began playing guitar himself (citing such hard rock bands as Cheap Trick and Van Halen as important early influences). In 1985, Corgan formed his first real band, a goth metal group called the Marked. After gigging around the Chicago area, the Marked soon relocated from Illinois to St. Petersburg, FL, in pursuit of greener musical pastures. However, the change of scenery did little to improve the group's fortunes, and so the Marked disbanded and Corgan moved back north, into his father's house in Chicago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at a record store, Corgan began putting the pieces together for his next band, which would be the Smashing Pumpkins. He befriended guitarist James Iha and bassist D'Arcy, and the three started to play in bars and clubs around Chicago with a drum machine in place of a real drummer. But from the advice of a friend, Corgan checked out local jazz fusion drummer Jimmy Chamberlin, who immediately landed the gig with his powerful, John Bonham-esque drumming style (one of the quartet's first shows was opening for Jane's Addiction). Like the Marked, the Pumpkins merged a dark alternative sound with metal, but also gave it a psychedelic and experimental twist. Several independent singles led to a deal with Caroline Records, who issued their debut, Gish, in 1991. A woefully underrated guitarist, Corgan's wild, Jimi Hendrix-esque playing was an integral part of the early-Pumpkins sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each subsequent album (1993's classic Siamese Dream, 1995's double-album Mellon Collie), the Pumpkins grew in popularity, until they were one of rock's top dogs by the mid- to late '90s. A very proficient songwriter, Corgan contributed Pumpkins songs to movie soundtracks (Singles, Lost Highway, Batman &amp; Robin), supplied the musical score for such movies as Stigmata and Ransom, and produced albums for such other artists as Ric Ocasek, Hole, and Catherine. After the Pumpkins split in 2000, many assumed Corgan would automatically pursue a solo career, but shortly after playing several shows with New Order as a sideman/guitarist in the summer of 2001, Corgan announced his next project would be a new band. Called Zwan, the group featured Corgan joined by former bandmate Chamberlin on drums, as well as Matt Sweeney (from Chavez) on guitar and David Pajo (Papa M/Slint) on bass. Pajo soon moved over to guitar with the additional of bassist Paz Lenchantin (formerly of A Perfect Circle), and the quintet released their debut album, Mary Star of the Sea, in January 2003. However, by September Zwan had disbanded in a cloud of bandmember angst and frustrated ego, and Corgan announced that he would finally take the plunge as a solo artist. The following year found him popping up at Chicago-area spoken word nights, and in October 2004 he issued the poetry collection Blinking With Fists (Faber and Faber). At the same time he was working on the solo debut with collaborators Bjorn Thorsrud and Bon Harris (Nitzer Ebb). The ambitious, very personal Future Embrace appeared in June 2005. Guests on the album included drummer Chamberlin and the Cure's Robert Smith. ~ Greg Prato &amp; Steve Bekkala, All Music Guide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-1204989564224232606?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/1204989564224232606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=1204989564224232606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1204989564224232606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1204989564224232606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/simply-smashing.html' title='Simply Smashing'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUmL8IhdjlI/AAAAAAAAFPI/I0vE-eT3kRc/s72-c/p59024b09v1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-7513930189896847674</id><published>2008-12-15T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:15:33.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were A Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUcdND74H-I/AAAAAAAAFOw/ndnHx9lmHdc/s1600-h/q2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUcdND74H-I/AAAAAAAAFOw/ndnHx9lmHdc/s400/q2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280221198347149282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to share tonight EXCEPT this video, "If I Were A Boy," from Beyonce. (I like the song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdlhZ6mmb70&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdlhZ6mmb70&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-7513930189896847674?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/7513930189896847674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=7513930189896847674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7513930189896847674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7513930189896847674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I Were A Boy'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUcdND74H-I/AAAAAAAAFOw/ndnHx9lmHdc/s72-c/q2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-897512354549111610</id><published>2008-12-14T10:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:22:06.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Ever Did Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUUyLhpUPDI/AAAAAAAAFOo/J9Ak1b2aFpk/s1600-h/nicksfix114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUUyLhpUPDI/AAAAAAAAFOo/J9Ak1b2aFpk/s400/nicksfix114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279681311753387058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SUNDAY friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned here last week, Fleetwood Mac will begin touring in March and yours truly is very excited. What does this mean to you? Well, it means that I will be mentioning it/writing about it, posting pictures and videos from now until the tour ends. (You've been forewarned. I know many of you LOVE my incessant mentioning of Stevie Nicks...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour is titled "Unleashed" and will simply be highlighting their greatest hits (no new material to my knowledge). I am going to be honest... I thought the title of the tour, "Unleashed," was a little funny. Let's face it, we are all getting older here. Old dogs don't need to be leashed. (They are slow and will basically follow you wherever you go/never stray too far.) Now the "Cheetah Girls" could call their tour "Unleashed" I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a GREAT Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPjSFmNRMcY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPjSFmNRMcY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-897512354549111610?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/897512354549111610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=897512354549111610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/897512354549111610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/897512354549111610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-ever-did-believe.html' title='If You Ever Did Believe'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUUyLhpUPDI/AAAAAAAAFOo/J9Ak1b2aFpk/s72-c/nicksfix114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-417793494916316558</id><published>2008-12-11T17:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:20:20.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday David!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUGZscams_I/AAAAAAAAFOg/T8idgejPr5o/s1600-h/san-francisco-california-us_01-360a021307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUGZscams_I/AAAAAAAAFOg/T8idgejPr5o/s400/san-francisco-california-us_01-360a021307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278669227076006898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello EVERYONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this post finds YOU doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is my good friend David's birthday. Please raise whatever you are drinking and help me wish David a HAPPY BIRTHDAY. This month also marks the 10th year I have known David. (He is one of my best friends - and he has put up with, well, a LOT.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-417793494916316558?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/417793494916316558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=417793494916316558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/417793494916316558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/417793494916316558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-david.html' title='Happy Birthday David!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SUGZscams_I/AAAAAAAAFOg/T8idgejPr5o/s72-c/san-francisco-california-us_01-360a021307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-7330592592324170740</id><published>2008-12-07T11:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:47:32.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleetwood Mac - Unleashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STv95R95PXI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/i_jZCX6Iu2Y/s1600-h/09_0301_fm_unleashed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STv95R95PXI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/i_jZCX6Iu2Y/s400/09_0301_fm_unleashed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277090548912045426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOS ANGELES — Legendary supergroup Fleetwood Mac will be embarking on their first concert tour in five years on March 1st at Pittsburgh's Mellon Arena and will include all the Mac's many greatest hits from over the course of one of rock's most enduring and influential bands of our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We love our band and think the title of the tour "UNLEASHED" perfectly describes how we all feel when we get on stage together -- especially in 2009. We're so happy to get back out on the road, perform everyone's favorite songs and see our fans," said the band in a joint statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets for the Live Nation produced tour go on sale to the public on December 15th at http://www.LiveNation.com and ticketmaster.com. American Express Cardmembers will have early access to tickets beginning December 8th at 10am local time through December 14th at 10pm local time at http://www.ticketmaster.com, excluding Uncasville, Ottawa and Montreal. American Express presale tickets for the Albany, NY show are available at http://www.tickets.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 16 dates of the historic "UNLEASHED" tour will include stops in New York, Boston, Washington and Montreal, it was confirmed today by Live Nation, the tour's national promoter (tour dates listed below). Fleetwood Mac, the multi-Grammy (R) award winning Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductees will continue the "UNLEASHED" tour throughout the Spring and Summer. Additional dates to be announced shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other great Fleetwood Mac news, the iconographic 'RUMOURS' CD (certified Diamond (R) signifying sales of over 10 million units by the RIAA) is scheduled to be re-released as part of a special CD/DVD boxed set on Reprise Records in conjunction with the tour dates. The boxed set will include previously unreleased tracks recorded during the making of 'RUMOURS' as well as a DVD component with never before seen footage of the band.&lt;br /&gt;I Love All Access to provide a variety of VIP packages for the tour including premium seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLEETWOOD MAC 'UNLEASHED' TOUR DATES 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date City Venue&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, March 1st Pittsburgh, PA Mellon Arena&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 3rd St. Paul, MN Xcel Energy Center&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, March 5th Chicago, IL Allstate Arena&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, March 8th Detroit, MI Palace of Auburn Hills&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 10th Washington, DC Verizon Center&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, March 11th Boston, MA TD Banknorth Arena&lt;br /&gt;Friday, March 13th Uniondale, NY Nassau Coliseum&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, March 14th Uncasville, CT Mohegan Sun Arena&lt;br /&gt;Monday, March 16th Rochester, NY Blue Cross Arena&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 17th Albany, NY Times Union Center&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, March 19th New York, NY Madison Square Garden&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, March 21st East Rutherford, NJ Izod Center&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 24th Ottawa, ON Scotiabank Place&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, March 25th Montreal, QC Bell Centre&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, March 26th Toronto, ON Air Canada Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STv99Be4idI/AAAAAAAAFOY/LRYKKgWjAkE/s1600-h/stevie+nicks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STv99Be4idI/AAAAAAAAFOY/LRYKKgWjAkE/s400/stevie+nicks1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277090613206485458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-7330592592324170740?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/7330592592324170740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=7330592592324170740&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7330592592324170740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7330592592324170740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/fleetwood-mac-unleashed.html' title='Fleetwood Mac - Unleashed'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STv95R95PXI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/i_jZCX6Iu2Y/s72-c/09_0301_fm_unleashed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6670902895498735971</id><published>2008-12-06T08:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:24:21.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STp9g61iYZI/AAAAAAAAFOI/pJ3Yb7xEWAg/s1600-h/pink-luiz-bsc-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STp9g61iYZI/AAAAAAAAFOI/pJ3Yb7xEWAg/s400/pink-luiz-bsc-banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276667917921051026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning you dirty sons of bitches (which is, of course, a term of endearment meaning, "c'mon in friend" and "we" hope you are well today.") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super excited (holla) for several reasons... 1) Britney's new CD, "Circus," (holla) was released last week, 2) tickets for Britney's show went on sale this week (holla) and 3) I am going to the concert (holla) with a friend who is, well, just the most fun a person can be (holla). An excellent concert companion, I have no doubt. (I don't know why I keep writing "holla"? I'm not even really sure what it means?) HOLLA! (I can't stop writing that.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, "Kev" and friend will be catching Britney's "Circus" tour on March 5th here in Atlanta. The CD, that I am listening to as I write this, is great. Besides, "Womanizer," other great tracks include "Mmm Papi," and "Unusual You." Enough of what I think - here's Wikipedia's take on the CD (and those people know everything, don't they?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a GREAT Saturday everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circus is the sixth studio album by American pop singer Britney Spears. The album was announced by Jive Records on September 15, 2008, and was released in the United States on December 2, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first single, "Womanizer", became Spears's first number one single on the Billboard Hot 100 since her debut "...Baby One More Time", almost 10 years prior. The second single is the title track "Circus" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was confirmed in May 2008 that Spears was "in the experimental stages of a new album." Spears's manager, Larry Rudolph, announced in a July 2008 press release that Spears would be "spending her summer in the studio, working on a brand new album [...] with a team of top-notch producers and songwriters, and we're very excited about what she's accomplished so far." In an August 2008 interview with OK! magazine, Spears said that the album is "more urban. I'm working with producers who are just amazing [...] There is this fresh new energy." "I'm writing every day, right here at the piano in this living room... This is my best work ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon Holtzapffel, a dancer in the leaked video of Spears dancing to "Mannequin", told The Daily Telegraph, "When we were finished rehearsing, they'd take the CD and put it in a safe. I've never experienced anything like it before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling Stone magazine's fall music preview stated that Spears "has recorded some 30 tracks for her sixth studio album." Spears continued, "I came into the studio because I had some free time, but once I started working, I was like, 'This is cool!' It just happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the United Kingdom, the album will be in direct competition with the new Take That album, titled The Circus, released on the same day. Take That's manager claimed the album's title choice was a coincidence, and that the band had worked "months in advance " and would not be changing the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Production&lt;br /&gt;Danja and Bloodshy &amp; Avant, who produced several tracks from Blackout, both announced independently that they were recording with Spears again. Vocal producer Jim Beanz told Us Weekly that he had also been in the studio with Spears. He said of Spears: "Everyone has personal stuff, but a true professional doesn’t bring it into the studio." Spears collaborated much on the album, saying, "The process was cool, because I got to write a lot of the songs, and in the beginning, I really took part in that. ... I experimented with a lot of the pop producers that I worked with on my earliest albums."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her interview with OK! magazine, Spears revealed that she was working with Harvey Mason of The Underdogs. Spears commented, "I wanted to experiment with producers I haven't worked with much before, like the Underdogs, who have a Timbaland kind of sound." According to the Los Angeles Times, Guy Sigsworth - who previously produced the singles "Everytime" and "Someday (I Will Understand)" - spent time in the studio with Spears. Max Martin, who wrote Spears's first hit, "...Baby One More Time", has produced, what he calls, his "best work ever". Dr. Luke (who actually often collaborates with Martin) has produced songs for the album, including the title track,[24] with up-and-comer Benny Blanco. Nicole Morier, who co-wrote Blackout's "Heaven on Earth", wrote several songs with Britney in spring 2008; "Mmm Papi" and the European &amp; Deluxe Edition bonus track "Rock Me In" came out of these sessions. Another notable collaborator is The Outsyders, an Atlanta-based production team, who produced the album's first single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critical reviews were generally favorable. According to Metacritic, which combines reviews from the nations top critics, the album has a 66% approval rating from critics and 8.8/10 from the general public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun newspaper in the U.K. had an exclusive preview of the album and were the first ones to post the world's first reviews of Circus. Of the track, "If U Seek Amy", "It’s a great track. A stomping robo pop number with clattering kettle drums and Brit being quite frank about the opinion she holds of herself". "Kill the Lights" was described as "a brilliant disco banger". The reviewer expressed the opinion that the album had similarities to Madonna's Hard Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Nick Levine of Digital Spy, it has many similarities to her last studio album, although she sounds more confident and there is less reliance on the vocoder. "Out From Under" was described as "a teary eyed ballad...that's really quite lovely". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billboard Magazine gave a very postive review of "Circus." It states "From the synthy open of "Womanizer" to the regretful ache spurring "Blur," "Circus" gives Brit pop a whole new meaning" and goes on to say "she is in a class of her own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rolling Stones gave the album mostly positive reviews calling it one of her best work giving it 3.5 out of 5 stars, they stated the main track [Circus] is a stomping song, and many of the other songs are also great and really shows what Britney could really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, The Hartford Courant did not feel that it was her best performance, writing "It's too bad the best songs here don't really match up with her best performances, but that's nothing new for Spears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slant Magazine gave an unfavorable review as well, writing that Circus "doesn't quite feel like a comeback", while The Guardian felt that the album was "substantially less edgy and exciting than its predecessor." Allmusic was in a similar agreement with The Guardian, writing that the album "never feels as sleek or addictive as its predecessor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston Herald stated that "there’s nothing that deep on “Circus.” Nor anything that catchy." and that "When “Circus” stiffs, the Britney brain trust will look to 2009 for another comeback....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercial&lt;br /&gt;The album sold 219,000 copies in its first day of release in the U.S. The album and titled song peaked at number one on the "U.S iTunes Top 100 Albums" right after they're midnight release, making Spears the third artist and first female artist to have an album and a unreleased single song on top of both charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In France the album sold 18,319 copies in its two first days of release debuting at number five in the French Weekly Album Charts. In Ireland, it premiered at number two beating Take That which release their album with the same name. In Mexico it debuted at number one in both the international and national charts, this marked Spears return to the top spot in that country since In the Zone in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promotion&lt;br /&gt;In order to promote the album Jive Records set up a hotline where fans could leave a message for Spears, with some of the callers receiving a return phone call from Spears. Some tracks off the album were previewed via the website of the New York radio station WKTU and Amazon.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV aired a 90-minute documentary titled Britney: For the Record on November 30, 2008. The show was about her return to the pop music spotlight. Spears's official website will be releasing a series of posters to promote Circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A celebration, Britney's Greatest Fan Contest &amp; Birthday Celebration, was held outside the Virgin Megastore in Times Square in anticipation of the release of the album, which lasted until 1 a.m. during the release day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pre taped holiday greeting from Spears was shown during the lighting of the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree on December 3, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live performances&lt;br /&gt;Spears's live comeback began on November 6, 2008 with a cameo appearance at the Dodger Stadium show of Madonna's Sticky &amp; Sweet Tour. Midway through "Human Nature", Spears joined Madonna on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before the release of the album saw a string of performances in several different countries. On November 27, 2008 Spears performed "Womanizer" live at the Bambi Awards in Offenburg, Germany, where she received an award for "Best Pop International Artist". The following day, Spears again performed the song live on French show Star Academy.In addition, she performed "Womanizer" on The X Factor, in the United Kingdom, on November 29, finishing the European pre-release promotional tour. Her performance on The X Factor was watched by 12.8 million UK citizens, becoming the most viewed episode in the show's history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 2, Spears celebrated her 27th birthday on Good Morning America with a performance of "Circus" and "Womanizer" at the Big Apple Circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was reported by Daily Mirror on September 13, 2008 that Spears will be performing at the Palms Casino Resort in Las Vegas on New Year's Eve to promote her new album."[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Circus starring: Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the New York radio station Z100 played her new song, "Womanizer", Spears made a surprise appearance on the show and announced she would be going on a worldwide tour in spring of 2009 to support the album, and that rehearsals would begin in January for a March start.[53] The last confirmed stop for the U.S. portion of the tour is Rosemont, IL on April 28, 2009.[54]Spears signed a deal with live entertainment company AEG Live to produce the tour.[55][56] Wade Robson will be directing the tour and choreographing a third of it.[57] It has been confirmed that Britney will perform at the The O2 in London on the 3rd and 4th June 2009.[58] Spears announced on Good Morning America that her concert tour would begin in New Orleans on March 3, 2009.[59]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6670902895498735971?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6670902895498735971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6670902895498735971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6670902895498735971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6670902895498735971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Circus'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STp9g61iYZI/AAAAAAAAFOI/pJ3Yb7xEWAg/s72-c/pink-luiz-bsc-banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-1194834563946907829</id><published>2008-12-03T20:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:36:26.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I'm In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STc0q2DpunI/AAAAAAAAFN4/Sxt-u3MlCTQ/s1600-h/londontrafalgar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STc0q2DpunI/AAAAAAAAFN4/Sxt-u3MlCTQ/s400/londontrafalgar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275743399157807730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings (bitches)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, "we" are taking a break from the "Corner" for a few days. Just too busy to keep up (you understand, you're busy too). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we leave for a few days, I wanted to share the picture above, which was taken exactly two months ago today. If you click on it, you can zoom in for better viewing of Big Ben (which is actually the bell inside the tower NOT the clock face you see). I love London and in some ways feel like it is a second home (oh, alright, a second home you don't own/never go to - I've been there 3 times and I am exaggerating, but I can find H&amp;M, the theatres and Starbucks without incident). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard this old song by "The Cure" in a movie today and it is playing in my head... So enjoy this song (playing in my head). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next week, be good bitches - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQDFBdtlkT4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQDFBdtlkT4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-1194834563946907829?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/1194834563946907829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=1194834563946907829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1194834563946907829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1194834563946907829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-friday-im-in-love.html' title='Friday, I&apos;m In Love'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STc0q2DpunI/AAAAAAAAFN4/Sxt-u3MlCTQ/s72-c/londontrafalgar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-7410914357447259631</id><published>2008-12-01T01:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:01:11.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GR-EAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STOA-wwDs2I/AAAAAAAAFNY/Nb_R4eDr-gA/s1600-h/n1308570077_30336598_5678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STOA-wwDs2I/AAAAAAAAFNY/Nb_R4eDr-gA/s400/n1308570077_30336598_5678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274701404307698530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture makes me smile for reasons, well, which are nobodies business. Perhaps it's the care-free spirit and youth the photo seems to capture? Whatever the reason(s), I wanted to immortalize this here at the "Corner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love/hugs - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-7410914357447259631?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/7410914357447259631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=7410914357447259631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7410914357447259631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7410914357447259631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/12/gr-eat.html' title='GR-EAT!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STOA-wwDs2I/AAAAAAAAFNY/Nb_R4eDr-gA/s72-c/n1308570077_30336598_5678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-7805315448635674296</id><published>2008-11-29T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:40:45.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STLOxokPYcI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/_m_Cri1hPOg/s1600-h/The-Killers-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STLOxokPYcI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/_m_Cri1hPOg/s400/The-Killers-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274505465702605250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning/HAPPY SUNDAY (bitches).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write about today. Black Friday/the trampling death at Wal-Mart (really people, they don't even sell the good shit)? Mumbai? The true meaning of Thanksgiving? Britney's upcoming tell-all shockumentary? It's all too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply enjoy this song from "The Killers." (I like them.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a GR-EAT Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClV5eRnOW4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClV5eRnOW4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-7805315448635674296?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/7805315448635674296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=7805315448635674296&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7805315448635674296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7805315448635674296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STLOxokPYcI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/_m_Cri1hPOg/s72-c/The-Killers-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-793445253358907677</id><published>2008-11-29T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:59:31.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STFYZ3E-7VI/AAAAAAAAFNA/rZusQynltaU/s1600-h/LEO!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STFYZ3E-7VI/AAAAAAAAFNA/rZusQynltaU/s400/LEO!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274093839932386642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" hope this post finds you healthy, wealthy and wise (or something like that). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have YOU been, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" hope YOU had a GR-EAT Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk with you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-793445253358907677?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/793445253358907677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=793445253358907677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/793445253358907677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/793445253358907677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/STFYZ3E-7VI/AAAAAAAAFNA/rZusQynltaU/s72-c/LEO!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-8295691716884177344</id><published>2008-11-23T20:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:15:19.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Madonna-Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSoGqyxltyI/AAAAAAAAD5U/mwFLYKfyP1g/s1600-h/SHOT9_130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSoGqyxltyI/AAAAAAAAD5U/mwFLYKfyP1g/s400/SHOT9_130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272033646044624674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about EVERYONE in Atlanta will be at Philips Arena tomorrow night for Madonna's "Sticky &amp; Sweet" tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to the show, and don't want to know the set list, then get outta here now. Go. If you are like me, however, and want to know what to expect, then read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the set list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro/Candy Shop&lt;br /&gt;Beat Goes On&lt;br /&gt;Human Nature&lt;br /&gt;Vogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Interlude - Die Another Day&lt;br /&gt;Into The Groove&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Borderline&lt;br /&gt;She’s Not Me&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Interlude - Rain/Here Comes The Rain Again&lt;br /&gt;Devil Wouldn’t Recognize You&lt;br /&gt;Spanish Lesson&lt;br /&gt;Miles Away&lt;br /&gt;La Isla Bonita/Lela Pala Tute&lt;br /&gt;Doli Doli (Live interlude - Romanian folk song)&lt;br /&gt;You Must Love Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Interlude - Get Stupid (About saving the planet)&lt;br /&gt;4 Minutes&lt;br /&gt;Like A Prayer&lt;br /&gt;Ray Of Light&lt;br /&gt;Hung Up&lt;br /&gt;Give It To Me (Finale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have FUN everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQRLSBUNupg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQRLSBUNupg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-8295691716884177344?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/8295691716884177344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=8295691716884177344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8295691716884177344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8295691716884177344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/11/madonna-eve.html' title='Madonna-Eve'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSoGqyxltyI/AAAAAAAAD5U/mwFLYKfyP1g/s72-c/SHOT9_130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-8830781971329097741</id><published>2008-11-20T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:00:00.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another GREAT DAY TO BE GAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSTdkcuiGUI/AAAAAAAAD5M/ZGK5hS7mhCs/s1600-h/mado.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSTdkcuiGUI/AAAAAAAAD5M/ZGK5hS7mhCs/s400/mado.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270581082186717506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello EVERYONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are YOU? Really, "we" want to know! Although I asked someone this last night at Starbucks and 15 minutes later was wishing I hadn't - I had things to do. When someone asks how you are, they don't really want to know. Trust me. Simply be polite and lie (and do it briefly). Anyhoo, I'm GREAT! Thanks for asking. (See, it's THAT easy.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have read this blog for some time, you know that there are days "we" proclaim as "A GREAT DAY TO BE GAY!" (You have to shout it.) These are occasions we celebrate with exuberance and jubilation (that would probably not mean much to our straight male counterparts, and are really just very silly). No, Prop 8 wasn't repealed (that would be nice, right)? No, Ricky Martin hasn't returned my calls. No, my hair didn't grow back (on my head any way - the chest hair continues to come back despite the waxing) BUT, "Kev" (lame third person reference to myself) is THRILLED that he acquired a 14th row seat to see.... MADONNA! While I (switch to first person/tense) was aware that Madonna would be performing in the A-T-L, I was going to fore go her show (you know, because of the economic depression we are in/approaching and the fact that I am "shoring up" my own spending) BUT a friend called last night with an extra ticket and, well, I was all over it. You may be surprised to know that I have NEVER seen Madonna live. Just never made her a priority. Now that we (both Madonna and I) are getting older, I really wanted to catch her show. So there's the big news. (I hope she starts on time... Sister-girlfriend is notorious, from what I hear, for running late.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's late and I have to go to bed. Make it a GR-EAT Thursday, would ya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Come back on Friday... "We" are going to be "featuring" someone super fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U9Ch5LTJhS0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U9Ch5LTJhS0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-8830781971329097741?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/8830781971329097741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=8830781971329097741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8830781971329097741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/8830781971329097741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-great-day-to-be-gay.html' title='Another GREAT DAY TO BE GAY!'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSTdkcuiGUI/AAAAAAAAD5M/ZGK5hS7mhCs/s72-c/mado.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-6425758373966131140</id><published>2008-11-19T08:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:28:47.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold &amp; Cranky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSQT92tvotI/AAAAAAAAD5E/pdq9rrtuQLI/s1600-h/GQ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSQT92tvotI/AAAAAAAAD5E/pdq9rrtuQLI/s400/GQ1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270359417310651090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornin' bitches! It's Wednesday! You know what that means, right? Two days until Friday. (Were you expecting something more insightful than that? I was too. Sorry to disappoint.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev's" cold, "Kev's" cranky (and my tummy is a little rumbly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did EVERYONE catch "DWTS" last night? (That's "Dancing With The Stars.") Little Cody Linley was sent home. That was sad. He had spirit didn't he? "We," are of course, now pulling for Lance Bass. He can dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of two better men to grace the cover of GQ than Barack Obama and Leo DiCaprio. (Or me and Neil Patrick Harris.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta go to work now, so you surf the web on your own. (You have about 10 minutes though until you should be doing something meaningful - I mean it. 10 minutes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and love -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-6425758373966131140?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/6425758373966131140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=6425758373966131140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6425758373966131140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/6425758373966131140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/11/cold-cranky.html' title='Cold &amp; Cranky'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSQT92tvotI/AAAAAAAAD5E/pdq9rrtuQLI/s72-c/GQ1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-5821495364839363785</id><published>2008-11-17T19:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:41:02.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSINGV-TogI/AAAAAAAAD48/uqZZ5ewiGYk/s1600-h/n535481355_1532602_596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 368px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSINGV-TogI/AAAAAAAAD48/uqZZ5ewiGYk/s400/n535481355_1532602_596.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269788916605755906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday EVERYONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NOTHING to share today except this picture of Stevie Nicks, taken around 1987. I really liked her "look" during this era. Although I had "loved" her since a really young age, my "fascination" for her ignited in 1987 (probably because this was the first year Fleetwood Mac began touring again after a long break). You may know that Fleetwood Mac WILL be touring in January. I hope you will all attend a show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, have a GR-EAT Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song I "love" (and have posted here several times before). It's a "love" song of sorts (that's all I will tell you about this). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iW8U2AHWTn0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iW8U2AHWTn0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-5821495364839363785?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/5821495364839363785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=5821495364839363785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5821495364839363785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/5821495364839363785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/11/every-day.html' title='Every Day'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSINGV-TogI/AAAAAAAAD48/uqZZ5ewiGYk/s72-c/n535481355_1532602_596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-7665560749325682249</id><published>2008-11-16T09:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:12:50.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nirvana Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSAqDKIS7PI/AAAAAAAAD4s/CIgo_4hls9Q/s1600-h/nirvana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSAqDKIS7PI/AAAAAAAAD4s/CIgo_4hls9Q/s400/nirvana1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269257797770603762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSAqDXq96-I/AAAAAAAAD40/uJ5A9kUJv3I/s1600-h/nirvana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSAqDXq96-I/AAAAAAAAD40/uJ5A9kUJv3I/s400/nirvana2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269257801405688802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornin'. I swiped this from another blog. Have a GR-EAT day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 17 years ago, when he was still an infant, Spencer Elden's parents dropped him into a swimming pool in California, where underwater photographer Kirk Weddle was waiting to snap an entire roll of film of the naked, buoyant baby. The picture was later used as the cover image for Nevermind, the second studio LP from a little rock band out of Seattle called Nirvana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 17-year-old Elden is a high school student, who told MTV News last year that "it's kind of creepy [to think] that that many people have seen me naked — I feel like I'm the world's biggest porn star." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elden recently re-created the iconic album's cover in the same pool at the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center in Pasadena, California, where it was originally shot — only this time, he was wearing shorts. It remains unclear as to why Elden decided to shoot this new photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elden's parents were paid just $200 for allowing him to be photographed back in 1991. But last year, Elden told us that being the Nirvana baby has its perks. He references it when trying to pick up ladies, he said: "I have to use stupid pickup lines like, 'You want to see my p---s ... again?' " But it's also led to some strange encounters as well. He was once invited to swim in a rather wealthy woman's pool for the mere fact that he was the Nirvana baby. Another time, he even met "Weird Al" Yankovic, who famously lampooned the cover on his 1992 disc, Off the Deep End. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ran into him when I was going to do a TV interview," Elden said. "He was in the hallway, and he actually signed the back of my platinum record."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-7665560749325682249?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/7665560749325682249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=7665560749325682249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7665560749325682249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/7665560749325682249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/11/nirvana-baby.html' title='Nirvana Baby'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SSAqDKIS7PI/AAAAAAAAD4s/CIgo_4hls9Q/s72-c/nirvana1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-1525887398632129533</id><published>2008-11-14T18:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:06:50.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOANN! (I love you!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SR4RwNw_X7I/AAAAAAAAD4k/tyLgEAsL9Qw/s1600-h/joann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SR4RwNw_X7I/AAAAAAAAD4k/tyLgEAsL9Qw/s400/joann.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268668134096592818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuz up EVERYONE (bitches)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday! YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We" told you earlier this week that "we" would be celebrating two special people this week... TODAY "we" are celebrating the birthday of "our" dear friend (the dearest, really) whom "we" call "Princess." It's true, "Princess" was born back on this day in 1968, making TODAY her 40th birthday. I spoke with "Princess" this morning and she asked where her homage was (it's not like I haven't known about this date for some time), so here it is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Princess," you should know, was never really fond of being called "Princess." Now that she has reached this milestone, I am going to suggest, "The Queen." (What do you think?) For those of you who don't know her, well, she is a queen. Regal, elegant, beautiful, smart, fun, quick, knows what she believes and never wavers. (She really should be running a corporation or a country - it is a real shame she doesn't have a reality show, something I think America would enjoy.) We have been friends for a long, long time (since middle school) and I have immense love and respect for her. It's rare to have someone in your life who never, ever disappoints you and only brings you happiness. She is that person to me. I am grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you dirty bastards (I know who reads this), please raise whatever you are drinking (you big drunk) and help me wish JoAnn, "The Queen," a very happy 40th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's IT for today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-1525887398632129533?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/1525887398632129533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=1525887398632129533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1525887398632129533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/1525887398632129533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-joann-i-love-you.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOANN! (I love you!)'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SR4RwNw_X7I/AAAAAAAAD4k/tyLgEAsL9Qw/s72-c/joann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-311296775146595976</id><published>2008-11-11T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:26:25.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Friend Jean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SRoGhD1asDI/AAAAAAAAD4c/4hdE5VC528M/s1600-h/feet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SRoGhD1asDI/AAAAAAAAD4c/4hdE5VC528M/s400/feet.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267529879198019634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short post to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY (mate) to "our" friend JEAN! Today is a milestone birthday for Jean - she turned 40! Jean lives in London, one of the "coolest" cities EVER and she also named this blog. I don't get to see her often enough but she is someone I remember with fondness. She has a wicked sense of humor and I still laugh at some things I remember her saying more than 20 years ago. Please help me in wishing Jean a happy 40th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's IT! "Kev" will be out of town now (on business), so be good/take care! "We" will be back on Friday when we will ask for your help in celebrating another someone super special (whom I love tons). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-311296775146595976?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/311296775146595976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=311296775146595976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/311296775146595976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/311296775146595976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-friend-jean.html' title='Our Friend Jean'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SRoGhD1asDI/AAAAAAAAD4c/4hdE5VC528M/s72-c/feet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-171129842029585193</id><published>2008-11-09T19:51:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:12:42.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversaries (Of Sorts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SReNpGJsyTI/AAAAAAAAD4U/OwG-KdwP7W0/s1600-h/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SReNpGJsyTI/AAAAAAAAD4U/OwG-KdwP7W0/s400/a1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266834026398533938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy SUNDAY (bitches)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are YOU? "We" are s-w-e-l-l!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week is super "special." TWO of our friends are celebrating milestone birthdays! Yes, it's exciting - they will both turn 40! Come back later in the week to find out who they are (and to celebrate and wish them each a "happy" day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you lucky bastards here in Atlanta are at the Tina Turner concert RIGHT NOW. Since I'm shoring up my own economy (thanks "Princess," for drawing that comparison), I am not attending. I also feel a little duped, I have to say. I saw Tina's "farewell" tour more than twice (okay, just twice) and really thought that was it. Anyways, I hope you "Proud Mary's" (like that tie in), if you were there, enjoyed the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is full of "anniversaries" of sorts... My super nice Grandfather (who lives on in my memory) passed away on this day in 2000. It was also on THIS day in 2004 that my home in Phoenix was burgled. We refer to this as the "brutal home invasion." While I could dwell on the tragedy of being robbed (and I did), what I remember MOST is how my friends Donna and Tim (and Rosie) (a.k.a. Kitten, Tiger and L'il Kitty) rallied around me, took me in, (fed me) and got me through. Yes, I'm dramatic. Luckily, I am not the first gay (or little girl) they have encountered so they were well equipped to deal with the "why me's" and crying spells... (I would tie any/every conversation back to the burglary. A toilet paper commercial would have me lament, "Well at least they left the toilet paper!") Very annoying, I'm sure, but in the end I think we all laughed about it. Anyhoo, THANK YOU (again) Donna and Tim. Finally, on a lighter note (literally), it was exactly 6 months ago TODAY that I started my new lifestyle (you know, healthy eating/exercise and talking about it incessantly) resulting in losing... 50 pounds! (Why didn't any of you tell me how fat I was!?; Alright, some of you did, I just didn't listen.) You should know, I can run like a gay-zelle now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what else is going on? Britney's looking good, right? It's nice to see her getting her life together. ("We" care. "We" do.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is Nick Lachey's 35th birthday and it is also the birthday of his girlfriend Vanessa Minillo. (I don't know how to spell "Minillo," nor do I care enough to spend the time looking it up - "The Amazing Race" is starting and that's more important at this moment in time.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright kids, it's time to get outta here. YOU have a good Monday, would ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and love - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kev"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-171129842029585193?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/171129842029585193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=171129842029585193&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/171129842029585193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/171129842029585193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/11/anniversaries-of-sorts.html' title='Anniversaries (Of Sorts)'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SReNpGJsyTI/AAAAAAAAD4U/OwG-KdwP7W0/s72-c/a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34044973.post-932116027871057644</id><published>2008-11-07T19:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:56:45.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SRTjyDLKPhI/AAAAAAAAD4M/siHstABjOAc/s1600-h/MiroMoreia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SRTjyDLKPhI/AAAAAAAAD4M/siHstABjOAc/s400/MiroMoreia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266084313288031762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video STILL cracks me up. I love Phoebe Buffay. (She was always my favorite "friend.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope YOU are having a GR-EAT day. TGIF, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNXIZuIBJKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNXIZuIBJKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34044973-932116027871057644?l=kevandtracey5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/feeds/932116027871057644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34044973&amp;postID=932116027871057644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/932116027871057644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34044973/posts/default/932116027871057644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandtracey5.blogspot.com/2008/11/smelly-cat.html' title='Smelly Cat'/><author><name>Kev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267942066135776790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7eaN__xLRk/SRTjyDLKPhI/AAAAAAAAD4M/siHstABjOAc/s72-c/MiroMoreia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
