<?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-8318769523723193278</id><updated>2012-01-30T22:23:25.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-4881333723945639318</id><published>2008-08-07T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:21:44.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW iPHONE</title><content type='html'>Should I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.JeffDauler.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4881333723945639318?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4881333723945639318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4881333723945639318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4881333723945639318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4881333723945639318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-iphone.html' title='NEW iPHONE'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-5380179670848849810</id><published>2008-08-05T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:58:09.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention, Bulldog Nation!</title><content type='html'>Read my letter to you at JeffDauler.com ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-5380179670848849810?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5380179670848849810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=5380179670848849810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5380179670848849810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5380179670848849810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/attention-bulldog-nation.html' title='Attention, Bulldog Nation!'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-1198582903697119631</id><published>2008-07-30T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:17:48.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Tries New Sleeping Tool</title><content type='html'>It would appear as though the tough part is over. I've been Lunestaless since last Wednesday night and I'm not going back. I haven't been sleeping perfectly. But I have been getting about 5 ½-6 hours of sleep a night. Not completely restless. But way better than early last week. I'm so done with those pills. I can't believe I ever let them get a hold of me the way that they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago a friend suggested the freakiest thing I've ever heard for better sleep. It's called The Earthpulse BioMagnetic Field Supplementation machine.  I'm a pretty open-minded dude but this machine is way out there. But I'm willing to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the description off their web site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EarthPulse Sleep on Command™ is the most potent sleep, rejuvenation and performance enhancement technology ever discovered. PERIOD, or money back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the web site: &lt;a href="http://earthpulsetechnologies.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://earthpulsetechnologies.com/&lt;/a&gt;. There's some seriously freaky things going on at this site. But, hey, I'm willing to try this. Here's the description of this device:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In 2001 we stumbled upon a way to "tune" - down the neurological system into the deepest, most reparative sleep we'd ever achieved; while protecting the neurological system from the effects of constant ELF and radio frequency electromagnetic pollution (stress). Without deep sleep the body's cells can't fully recover from normal wear and tear, let alone heal its diseases or injuries. No other electromagnetic device in the world is designed for nighttime use, while you sleep. Its design allows for local application throughout the night as well as to work on stubborn issues.Think of EarthPulse™ as a tempo controller for your neurological and physiological system. Slowing down the rhythm results in deeper sleep and far better recovery. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EarthPulse™ provides a reliable method of utilizing sequences of very-weak magnetic fields, broadcast through your mattress, at frequencies that nature used to provide, to help lull you into deep and recuperative sleep (while supplementing a full range of geomagnetic 'vitamins' for improved health and vitality).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a 90 day money back guarantee on this thing. So if I don't get better sleep I have nothing to lose. But my friend swears it's done wonders for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-1198582903697119631?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1198582903697119631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1198582903697119631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1198582903697119631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1198582903697119631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/bert-tries-new-sleeping-tool.html' title='Bert Tries New Sleeping Tool'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-406175758802770612</id><published>2008-07-29T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T05:13:20.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I'm on Facebook.  We all are.</title><content type='html'>Just click &lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Jeff_Dauler/1390827427"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-406175758802770612?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/406175758802770612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=406175758802770612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/406175758802770612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/406175758802770612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-im-on-facebook-we-all-are.html' title='So, I&apos;m on Facebook.  We all are.'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-7839045540853089798</id><published>2008-07-28T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:11:52.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Shares Disturbing Video</title><content type='html'>This might be one of the most disturbing stories I have ever seen on ESPN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/broadband/video/videopage?videoId=3496709"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7839045540853089798?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7839045540853089798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7839045540853089798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7839045540853089798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7839045540853089798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/bert-shares-disturbing-video.html' title='Bert Shares Disturbing Video'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-3381468907453610159</id><published>2008-07-28T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:09:58.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Is Lunesta Free!</title><content type='html'>My goal this weekend was to go Lunestaless.  After the bout I had on Thursday night/Friday morning I got more determined to kick the Lunesta habit.  And I have this weekend. ZERO Lunesta since Thursday night. Nothing this weekend. And I slept pretty well.  No problems. No rebound headaches/fatique. I was tempted to take the pill every night. But I held out.  Tonight will be the toughest night, probably, 'cause my sleep patterns are always jacked up going into Monday morning's show.  Having to get up at 3:30am every morning for this long has really taken a mental toll on me.  But I'm feeling good about the progress made this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-3381468907453610159?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3381468907453610159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=3381468907453610159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3381468907453610159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3381468907453610159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/bert-is-lunesta-free.html' title='Bert Is Lunesta Free!'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-5886773521895836617</id><published>2008-07-25T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:17:46.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert vs. Lunesta</title><content type='html'>Starting to win the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news and bad news. Three out of the last six nights have been Lunestaless. I'm not kidding when I say that every night I've had to fight myself NOT to take one.  But I haven't. The bad news is that I've slept like ^%$# in those nights.  Most nights without the Lunesta I'll get like 4 hours of sleep.  And it's taken its toll. I've really been exhausted the past 48 hours. Like not being able to focus, cranky, short-fused. Not fun. Today I woke up and felt what was as close to a Migraine as I've ever felt. Muscles ached. Head was blazing. Just fatigued.  I called in sick and just wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But there is SOME good news. Maybe it was just catching up. But today was the first time in 4 years that I've gotten decent, solid sleep without the Lunesta for over 6 hours. I couldn't sleep at all last night. Got about 45 minutes of sleep before 3:30. But then went back to bed and didn't wake up 'til after 9:30. And I woke up feeling great. Headache? Gone. Muscle ache? Gone. I feel like I could run a marathon, actually.  Like I said, it's possible it's just because this is the first time I've gotten sleep all week. But I haven't felt this GOOD after sleep in a very long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is to go all weekend with no Lunesta at all. I'm over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-5886773521895836617?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5886773521895836617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=5886773521895836617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5886773521895836617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5886773521895836617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/bert-vs-lunesta.html' title='Bert vs. Lunesta'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-3029963428071928498</id><published>2008-07-21T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:04:58.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert's Fight Continues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Sunday night I took ¼ Lunesta and was out by 10:30. Woke up at 3am and couldn't go back to sleep. Pretty standard stuff. Blah. Blah. Blah. Gonna try and cut down to less than ¼ a pill tonight. I didn't get a nap in today so it SHOULD be easier to fall asleep.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fight goes on but I'm starting to feel more relaxed about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-3029963428071928498?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3029963428071928498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=3029963428071928498' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3029963428071928498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3029963428071928498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/berts-fight-continues.html' title='Bert&apos;s Fight Continues!'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-6522625776105553270</id><published>2008-07-21T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:39:55.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A One-Legged Swimmer from Alabama Showed Me What Life Is All About</title><content type='html'>First, I know many Bert Show listeners were following my progress when it came to my &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/07/08/run-melissa-run.aspx"&gt;Track &amp;amp; Field training&lt;/a&gt; for the 2008 Transplant Games.  One of the reasons I make the pilgrimage to the Transplant Games every two years is to remind me of how far I've come since my kidney transplant in 2002.But it's about more than my physical transformation from that hospital bed at Piedmont Hospital here in Atlanta to the track at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh.  It's the emotional part as well, and the attitude toward life these athletes and donors try to take with them when they go back to their trying lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/07/21/a-onelegged-swimmer-from-alabama-showed-me-what-life-is-all-about.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-6522625776105553270?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6522625776105553270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=6522625776105553270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6522625776105553270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6522625776105553270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-legged-swimmer-from-alabama-showed.html' title='A One-Legged Swimmer from Alabama Showed Me What Life Is All About'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-924803339547042457</id><published>2008-07-20T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T05:47:27.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Friday night. No Lunesta.  I went out to dinner at Chima and for drinks at the W. Got home around 1:30. Was beat by 1:45. You can't take sleeping pills if you've been drinking. I crashed pretty easily. But I was up every few hours tossing and turning. It wasn't a sound night of sleep. But it was some sleep. Can't tell if I felt crappy 'cause I had a few drinks or because I didn't sleep well. I didn't drink that much so it's probably a combination of both. But it was one night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday was all about family. We went to the aquarium. And by the time we got home it was time to put Hollis down for the night. The rest of the night was hanging with Hayden. Stacey and I went to bed around 11. No Lunesta. I couldn't sleep at all! I stared at the ceiling 'til about 1:30. Then I got up and took ¼ a pill. No real effect. I think I did go to sleep. But it was one of those sleeps where you're really not sleeping at all, ya know? So I'm pretty cranky today.  The good news is I didn't have that heart-racing thing I always have. I didn't feel awake. Just couldn't sleep.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not sure how to handle tonight. My alarm goes off at 3:20am so my Sunday/Monday sleep patterns are all jacked up.  I'll probably concede and do another ¼ tonight with the goal of being off it entirely by the end of the week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-924803339547042457?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/924803339547042457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=924803339547042457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/924803339547042457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/924803339547042457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-7000531369523052142</id><published>2008-07-18T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T05:45:22.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GETTING CLOSER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It looked as though last night had to be the night. I was going to an event at Door 44 and wouldn't be home 'til after 9pm. The usual time I take the Lunesta. Rather than stick the Lunesta in my pocket and take it at the event, then drive home in time for it to kick in, I wasn't going to bring it at all. And I didn't! Stacey and I went to the event. We then met some friends out. We got home about 10:30. Way too lat to take a Lunesta before bed. But, again, I gave in. I will give myself a little credit. I only took ¼ a pill. So I've weened down from ¾ to ¼ in one week. But I had a Lunesta hangover all day today. I took the pill too late. When you do that you have a headache and you think slowly most of the next day. That was sure me this morning. So, going into the weekend I'd like to set the goal of ¼ a Lunesta each night. Then next week we can be done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My wife Stacey had a talk with me that really made sense. First, she corrected me. I haven't been taking Lunesta for 2 ½ years. I've been taking it for about FOUR. She reminded me that I started to sleep poorly right after our first son was born. But she told the that it's not like I don't know how to sleep. I slept fine for most of my life. I've just freaked myself out. I have to change my mentality and just realize that I don't need this for my body to be tired. She made it sound so easy. And I think she's right. By the end of next week I'll be off this sh^%! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7000531369523052142?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7000531369523052142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7000531369523052142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7000531369523052142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7000531369523052142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-closer.html' title='GETTING CLOSER'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-1064080890648838788</id><published>2008-07-17T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:26:53.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guy Least Likely To Have Sex...</title><content type='html'>Here is the video that we played on the air.  Bert came across this video online and thought this guys is possibly the least likely guy to ever get sex!  What a total dork!  (WARNING - contains adult language!!!)  Check it out! &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k-uTnqYHZ-I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k-uTnqYHZ-I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/8318769523723193278-1064080890648838788?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1064080890648838788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1064080890648838788' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1064080890648838788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1064080890648838788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/guy-least-likely-to-have-sex.html' title='The Guy Least Likely To Have Sex...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-8773367797827880402</id><published>2008-07-17T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T04:15:23.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert's Magic Potion...</title><content type='html'>Last night I took a bed time cocktail that consisted of three phosphatidylserine's, one magnesium pill and slightly less than 1 Lunesta.  I took Darren's advice and kept most of the light's off for an hour before I went to bed.  I slept REALLY well. REALLY well. 51/2 hours straight through without getting up. That's HUGE for me.  Uninterrupted sleep? Unheard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I'm now drinking a protein drink to go along with about half a cup of oatmeal. I have to tell you. This drink gave me so much energy 'til about 1:30 that I'm thinking about losing coffee once I'm done with the Lunesta war.  The protein drink consists of: &lt;br /&gt;8oz. waterA shot of Acai 100 (it's a fruit that has higher detoxing qualities than blueberries)&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon of Flax Seed&lt;br /&gt;A whole Banana&lt;br /&gt;Handful of strawberries&lt;br /&gt;Quick squirt of Organic Blue Agave&lt;br /&gt;1 Scoop of Nitrogreens&lt;br /&gt;2 scoop of Living Fuel's Living Protein &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was focused, sharp and, as I said, energetic 'til about 1:30pm.  The thing I like about all of this is that ALL OF IT IS NATURAL outside of the Lunesta.  Tonight's goal is a little less Lunesta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-8773367797827880402?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8773367797827880402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=8773367797827880402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8773367797827880402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8773367797827880402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/berts-magic-potion.html' title='Bert&apos;s Magic Potion...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-2455189412444224008</id><published>2008-07-17T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T04:10:25.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Couldn't Do It!</title><content type='html'>Damn it. I couldn't do it. My intention was to go cold turkey on the Lunesta last night. I wussed out and took some.  I guess I started stressing out about it around 7pm. By the time 9:30 rolled around the thought of getting zero sleep was overwhelming. So, instead of taking my usual ¾ I decided I'd ween myself off the medicine. I took only half a pill. I sort of thought my body wouldn't react. That it needed more. But it didn't. I went out pretty well.  Maybe a good idea to ween? Maybe not?  I've received a bunch of emails supporting both sides really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Darren, the "health coach," today. Here was his advice:&lt;br /&gt;-the weening can't hurt. Might even help.&lt;br /&gt;-take tryptophan and magnesium before bed&lt;br /&gt;-Use only low level light the final hours of the night.&lt;br /&gt;-DO NOT watch tv before going to sleep. He thinks the images and light are stimulating from some and wants to create an atmosphere of calm.&lt;br /&gt;-Delegate more work to avoid stress -Make a list of the items in my life I actually have control of. He thinks seeing the amount of stuff that you DON'T have control of gives some peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;-Exercise every day&lt;br /&gt;-Try and get a little sunshine every day&lt;br /&gt;-More sex (Doctors orders!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually take a short nap in the daytime. Around 12:30 I'll fall asleep. For five minutes. Never more than 10 minutes. My body won't let me sleep any longer or I would. But today I couldn't fall asleep. So, maybe I'll be tired tonight and will take only ¼. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8pm. My eyes are tired but my body is awake, damn it.  I'll check in with ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-2455189412444224008?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2455189412444224008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=2455189412444224008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2455189412444224008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2455189412444224008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/bert-couldnt-do-it.html' title='Bert Couldn&apos;t Do It!'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-4595705822350822561</id><published>2008-07-15T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T05:55:17.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert's Going Cold Turkey!</title><content type='html'>I'm addicted to sleeping pills! But tonight I'm going cold turkey and not taking them anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of you struggle with sleep, as well. Maybe we can share our stories and help each other out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started about two years ago, I guess.  One night I put my head down on the pillow and my heart started beating like I had just finished 45 minutes of cardio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't stressed out. I wasn't thinking about work. I wasn't thinking about anything personal. My mind wasn't even racing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired but my heart just kept racing enough to keep me up. I figured it was one bad night of sleep. Well, that turned into another bad night of sleep; same symptoms.  One night led into another 'til I was averaging about 2 hours of sleep a night. I was cranky. I was short tempered. I was tired all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, not even stressed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get some sleep. Somebody told that you couldn't get addicted to ambien so I started to take it.  It was too strong for me. I was stumbling up the stairs to get bed. So I switched to Lunesta. I'm a little dude so a pill of 3m seemed like plenty. But, again, it was too much for me. So I started taking ¼ of a pill of Lunesta every night to go to sleep. That did the trick. For a while. Then ¼ turned into ½. Now ½ has turned into ¾.  My body is adjusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addiction is so bad that I'll take the pill in my pocket when I got to events during the week. I have to pop it by 9pm or I'm too groggy in the morning to do the show.  So, I'll leave the party at 9pm and pop the pill on my way home. I have exactly one half an hour 'til the effects kick in and I have to be off the road.  By 9:30 I'm home. By 9:40 I'm in bed. By 9:45 I'm out like a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go to a movie with my wife during the week I'm constantly checking the time during the movie and will pop the pill at 9pm before the movie is over.  Stacey will drive home from the theater at the grogginess kicks in for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take them on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep without them anymore. It's got a hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my goal was to get into great shape. And I have. One of my best friends, Dolvett, owns a gym called Bodysculptorinc (http://www.bodysculptorinc.com). He has busted my ass. Years ago I started seeing a nutritionist (illana katz at http://www.thesportfactory.com/site/coaches/ilanakatz.shtml) and she taught me how to boost my metabolism by eating properly. I feel great and my body is right where I want it to be. I feel some pride when my shirt is off. I really feel like I'm in the best shape I've been in for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for this damn pill! So last week I saw a "health coach." His name is Darren Fink (4047863612) and he specializes in holistic medicine. He has done all sorts of tests on me. I'm waiting on the results from a cortisol (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cortisol) test that I took. But Darren thinks that due to me weird work schedule that my Circadian Rhythm is all jacked up (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circadian_rhythm).  He has me on a phosphatidylserine (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phosphatidylserine). It's a natural way to suppress those cortisol levels. We'll see if it works.  I trust this guy. He actually got rid of my wife's migraines. Got her off all the drugs she was on and into a healthy pattern and after 5 years she'd not having headaches. I'm gonna give this guy a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, tonight is the night I'm going cold turkey off the Lunesta. No more. Just gonna stop taking it! I might only get two hours of sleep each night for the next week but I have to get off this stuff.  I don't want to be dependent on it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes. But I'm scared.  I'm scared to go to sleep tonight. I'm scared of being frustrated by staring at the ceiling wondering when I'm going to get tired. I'm tired of getting up, going downstairs to watch TV, and going back into bed only to go back downstairs to kill more time.  I'm afraid it's going to affect my job performance. I'm scared I'm going to snap at my wife and kids for awhile.  I'm afraid I'm going to be back on this computer at midnight writing you guys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I have to shake this 'cause the thought of being addicted to anything is worse than anything for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4595705822350822561?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4595705822350822561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4595705822350822561' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4595705822350822561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4595705822350822561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/berts-going-cold-turkey.html' title='Bert&apos;s Going Cold Turkey!'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-7035992631873629582</id><published>2008-07-09T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:43:08.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, Melissa, Run....All The Way To BRONZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SITKl5P-1iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2q-YcO1IQdg/s1600-h/MelissaMedals300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225524220028442146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SITKl5P-1iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2q-YcO1IQdg/s200/MelissaMedals300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the title is to the tune of Forrest Gump, since I am in the middle of training for a 100 meter race.I heard you. Melissa? RUNNING? It's for a good cause, since I am an athlete in the &lt;a href="http://www.kidney.org/news/tgames/index.cfm"&gt;Transplant Games&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/07/08/run-melissa-run.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7035992631873629582?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7035992631873629582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7035992631873629582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7035992631873629582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7035992631873629582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/run-melissa-run.html' title='Run, Melissa, Run....All The Way To BRONZE'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SITKl5P-1iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2q-YcO1IQdg/s72-c/MelissaMedals300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-5807961667260639867</id><published>2008-07-08T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:19:02.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Says, "Huh?"</title><content type='html'>You have got to be kidding me?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.breitbart.tv/?p=125233" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.breitbart.tv/?p=125233&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-5807961667260639867?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5807961667260639867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=5807961667260639867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5807961667260639867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5807961667260639867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/bert-says-huh.html' title='Bert Says, &quot;Huh?&quot;'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-4580027789133314957</id><published>2008-07-08T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:16:10.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Finds Fun Stuff Online</title><content type='html'>I've proven that it's tough for me to get around to actually blogging as much as I'd like to. Ideally I'd like to use this space to give you guys some insight into my life or show that you won't get listening to the Bert Show. But sometimes I just want to post stuff I find on line while researching material for the Bert Show that I think is either funny, shocking or at least interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one from this week. Warning: there's a bad word in here. But imagine that you have no idea that your soon-to-be husband is THIS guy right before your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1726911" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1726911&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4580027789133314957?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4580027789133314957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4580027789133314957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4580027789133314957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4580027789133314957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/bert-finds-fun-stuff-online.html' title='Bert Finds Fun Stuff Online'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-2091194852974992935</id><published>2008-07-07T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T02:25:40.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Too Racy For JEZEBEL?</title><content type='html'>Here's an article I wrote for Jezebel magazine. They said it was too racy for the magazine. So I thought I'd throw it at you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are sexual liars!   I don't blame you. If men had the same impossibly restricting sexual code that women have placed on them from birth then men might lie about their sexual past like most women do.  I just think it's important to get to the truth; women are sexual liars!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are well aware of how many sexual partners that they've had.  But, as a rule,   women will divide that number in about 1/3 in public conversations.  Women have a sexual "number" that they MUST stay under. If not they brand themselves as dirty. And no woman can admit she's dirty, right?  If a woman has sex with an "ex" it doesn't get added to her sexual odometer because they've had sex with him previously. This defies the rules of basic math. But I understand that women can do that because…because they are women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still not acceptable that women have as high a sexual need as men. So the "he forced me into cheating" lie was created. We're supposed to believe that men cheat because we are insatiable.  It's not acceptable for a woman to have the same sexual appetite so women lie and say that her partner was so rotten that she had no other option.  Is it a crazy thought to assume that one option was to actually leave the relationship? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Born again Virgin" lie protects a woman's self esteem as well.  Common sense tells you that if you have sex ONE time you're not a virgin anymore.  Ladies, there is no way to erase your sexual past. If you had sex with half of the Lambda Chi house back in '94 you can't be a virgin anymore because you will it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie. Lie. Lie. Protect your sexual self esteem, ladies. Guys do it. Few men have as many sexual partners as they say. Few men are as well endowed as Sea Biscuit. And most can't last 'til midnight much less all night long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-2091194852974992935?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2091194852974992935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=2091194852974992935' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2091194852974992935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2091194852974992935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/bert-too-racy-for-jezebel.html' title='Bert Too Racy For JEZEBEL?'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-3200881158055308947</id><published>2008-07-01T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:25:20.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dates 22-29...Conclusion coming soon!</title><content type='html'>Dates 28 and 29 Below: Both of these were speed dates at a concert I went to on Wednesday night. At this point, I was ready to be done with this dating experience. Haha..it really took at toll, which is why I've been slacking on getting the blog posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZWAsZ0wI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TRMTjQno7cE/s1600-h/29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218010984196199170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZWAsZ0wI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TRMTjQno7cE/s200/29.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll call date 29 "Artist." He paints, which I thought was really cool. We went and sat on a couch outside the venue and just chatted. He was funny...and now he owes me a painting! Haha...it was fun...(I caught him off guard in the pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZR2V1axI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JJ06dVyPkpw/s1600-h/28.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218010912697707282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZR2V1axI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JJ06dVyPkpw/s200/28.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Date 28...Again, I was at the concert and just chatted. Another speed date OLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZOZ3Xs0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/23ZAniQAd3o/s1600-h/27.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218010853514130242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZOZ3Xs0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/23ZAniQAd3o/s320/27.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Date 27...Was with good ole Johnny O! We ended up at delicious Applebees. He is such a genuine, nice guy. Seriously, it was his birthday the day we went out on our lunch date. I got him a present...but he would NOT let me pay for lunch, even though it was his birthday! I need to find him a good girl! Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZKaRoKcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vRPkCawmDY4/s1600-h/26.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218010784904784322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZKaRoKcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vRPkCawmDY4/s320/26.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Date 26...was with a guy I am calling Mr. Burns...haha...he said he got sunburnt easily! =) We went to Twisted Taco and had some delicious food and a drink. He's a super good guy...very sweet! Definitely a great catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Forgot to upload the pic of 25, but needed to get these posted ASAP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZFJt-SpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZU_5QNSH-5o/s1600-h/24.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218010694560926354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZFJt-SpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZU_5QNSH-5o/s320/24.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Date 24...was with a guy I'm calling "JT." I'm calling him this because I asked him what he did for a living, and he told me he was in a boy band. It kind of threw me off, but it was hilarious! I met his sisters (on the right) the past Thursday at Twisted Taco. They wanted me to go out with "JT" who was in town from Philly. We ended up at Park Tavern on Sunday. It was such an awesome day...we ate outside...had great conversation! (Definitely a great date place). He was funny and we got along great! His sisters ended up joining us about an hour and a half later...and we all had a couple of drinks! His sisters are sooooo much fun! It just sucks he doesn't live here. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZASJ4KMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KXMVe64Hxb0/s1600-h/23.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218010610926102722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZASJ4KMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KXMVe64Hxb0/s200/23.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Date 23...was another speed date...he is such a sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoY6k3Uj9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/sVeJp5OPLBE/s1600-h/22.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218010512869330898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoY6k3Uj9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/sVeJp5OPLBE/s200/22.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Date 22...is definitely recognizable...I'll call him "DJ" cause that's what he does. Needed a date for the night and he was there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-3200881158055308947?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3200881158055308947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=3200881158055308947' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3200881158055308947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3200881158055308947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/dates-22-29conclusion-coming-soon.html' title='Dates 22-29...Conclusion coming soon!'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SGoZWAsZ0wI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TRMTjQno7cE/s72-c/29.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-4684317180776899291</id><published>2008-06-24T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:12:11.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenn Goes Skydiving</title><content type='html'>We did it! Elena, April and I jumped out of an airplane today - I am still screaming, "Woooo Hoooo!" This was one of the most intense, insane and freeing experiences of my life! If you have ever thought about trying it, I highly recommend just going for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://jennhobby.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/06/free-fall.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4684317180776899291?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4684317180776899291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4684317180776899291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4684317180776899291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4684317180776899291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/jenn-goes-skydiving.html' title='Jenn Goes Skydiving'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-3277930601978283530</id><published>2008-06-20T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:43:49.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date 21...</title><content type='html'>...was with a guy I've hung out with in my circle of friends. I've never been on a date with him though, just hung out as friends. I'll call him...Mr. Sagittarius. Reason..because he's a Sagittarius. I'm a Cancer, and according to the whole Zodiac sign chart, we're not supposed to be a good match. Ok, I'm rambling. We went out for a lunch date. He picked me up, opened the car door (I like when guys do that), and we headed to a place called Taurus for lunch. We kind of caught up because I haven't seen him out in awhile. I learned more about where he was from, we debated the whole Zodiac sign thing, and had some really good food. Very nice guy! I'm digging on the nice guys. I guess I'm finally tired of chasing the "bad boys." But I had a great time and got to try a new restaurant out.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of a painting in the restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFuyu6qKW9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/jNL8qkH7v9Q/s1600-h/MrSagitarius.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213957512701303762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFuyu6qKW9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/jNL8qkH7v9Q/s320/MrSagitarius.bmp" 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/8318769523723193278-3277930601978283530?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3277930601978283530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=3277930601978283530' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3277930601978283530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3277930601978283530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-21.html' title='Date 21...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFuyu6qKW9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/jNL8qkH7v9Q/s72-c/MrSagitarius.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-6469696887137133830</id><published>2008-06-20T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:36:14.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date 20...</title><content type='html'>...was a lunch date with a friend of a friend. He was older than what I had set as my parameters, but it ended up being a fun lunch date! He kind of looked like Johnny Knoxville (I don't think the picture shows it because it's goofy, but there are some similarities). We went to to a bar type place for lunch, which was chill. He made me laugh the entire time! Very quick witted! I don't think you can have a bad date if you're laughing the whole time, right? But that was the just of the date...he brought me back to work and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us being goofs in the parking lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFuxH8BFtsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7K2QAx95S_g/s1600-h/Knoxville.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213955743539377858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFuxH8BFtsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7K2QAx95S_g/s320/Knoxville.bmp" 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/8318769523723193278-6469696887137133830?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6469696887137133830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=6469696887137133830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6469696887137133830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6469696887137133830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-20.html' title='Date 20...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFuxH8BFtsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7K2QAx95S_g/s72-c/Knoxville.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-9106318825401307020</id><published>2008-06-20T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:30:44.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date 19...</title><content type='html'>...was with a guy I met out at Club Dreamz, when I was doing a broadcast. Just kind of made eye-contact that night and got his number. Three weeks later, we're on a date. We went to Aquaknox for dinner...I think he was nervous at first, but then got more comfortable as the night went on. I don't think he was "himself" in the beginning. But dinner was awesome, got into good conversation on where we were from, about out families, etc. I don't know if there was any chemistry or not, but he was very nice! Would definitely recommend him for the ladies of Atlanta as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car picture OLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFuv8SMhoGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_p9ThAUbqT0/s1600-h/NoNickname.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213954443822866530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFuv8SMhoGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_p9ThAUbqT0/s320/NoNickname.bmp" 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/8318769523723193278-9106318825401307020?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9106318825401307020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=9106318825401307020' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/9106318825401307020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/9106318825401307020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-19.html' title='Date 19...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFuv8SMhoGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_p9ThAUbqT0/s72-c/NoNickname.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-8804206579583048867</id><published>2008-06-17T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:59:32.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date 18...</title><content type='html'>...was with a guy I went on a couple of dates with before I met my ex. I'm going to nickname him "Ernest!" haha...we ended up going bowling at 300 Atlanta, which was a blast! I gave him the name Ernest on the big score screen and I was Elma for the night! I won the first game, and he won the last two (even though the third game he only beat me by a point and I came from behind! haha..making excuses for losing!) We ate pizza and had a couple of drinks which made it a typical "bowling" night out. After that, we met up with some mutual friends at Bluefin (a sushi place off Peachtree). Hung out there for a bit and picked up and went to Beluga, off of Piedmont, I think. Again, just hung out with people we mutually knew and had a great time. We both agreed with each other that we will be good friends, since we lost contact during my relationship. I'm not sure I felt anything more than friendship, but it was a great night nonetheless! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Ernest (the bowling league champ!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFgldmWU4jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gYz3QZw07g4/s1600-h/Bluefin%2067.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212957759121973810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFgldmWU4jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gYz3QZw07g4/s400/Bluefin%252067.bmp" 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/8318769523723193278-8804206579583048867?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8804206579583048867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=8804206579583048867' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8804206579583048867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8804206579583048867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-18.html' title='Date 18...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFgldmWU4jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gYz3QZw07g4/s72-c/Bluefin%252067.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-1660637039450323332</id><published>2008-06-16T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T05:16:46.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date 17!!!!!!!!!! With Mr. Jack!</title><content type='html'>Ok...so let me tell you I was sooo nervous before he picked me up! I stayed busy the whole day. I hung out with my mom all day...she helped me move to my new apartment, and we did some shopping at H &amp;amp; M in Atlanta. And then I took at nap until I absolutely had to get up and get ready. Jack picked me up around 7:45ish...we headed over to this restaurant called Parish for some dinner. We had a couple of glasses of wine, and I felt like I could finally just come out of my shell. We had great conversation and I thought we had a lot in common. The food was amazing! We both had the redfish which was YUM! We stayed and chatted a bit after we were done eating, which was cool. He texted a bud after dinner and we headed over to Opera. (He opened the car door for me which was nice!) Opera was so much fun! I knew one of his friends, which was cool...made it more comfortable. Met a lot of people while I was there. Me and Jack had a couple more drinks...he drank some whiskey and I had some delicious Vodka Redbulls. Some Jager Bombs were even distributed =) We danced, just had a great night! Just couldn't read him to see if he was interested, but I guess that's what dating is all about. Definitely recommend him for girls in Atlanta to date. Just all around nice guy with a good heart, who happens to be really good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFZVOeLbs4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5vTjD5cN3nc/s1600-h/JackMe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212447325835473794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFZVOeLbs4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5vTjD5cN3nc/s400/JackMe.bmp" 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/8318769523723193278-1660637039450323332?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1660637039450323332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1660637039450323332' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1660637039450323332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1660637039450323332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-17-with-mr-jack.html' title='Date 17!!!!!!!!!! With Mr. Jack!'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFZVOeLbs4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5vTjD5cN3nc/s72-c/JackMe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-3908829607645852021</id><published>2008-06-16T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:59:01.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date 14-16...</title><content type='html'>Date 14 was a lunch date...which I thought would be just chill. The guy gave me flowers, which was really sweet. But, the conversation was kind of awkward. I was a little uncomfortable. It was a quick lunch though...ate...and said our goodbyes. Not even 5 mins after leaving, I get a text saying 'thanks for picking him...he hoped that he could see me again soon.' That was ok...but a couple hours later I get another text asking 'if I wanted to hang out later that night and keep it low key and watch a movie.' And that's when it got awkward. I dunno. I spent maybe 35 mins on the date and to be asked to hang out that night was kind of uncomfortable. I don't want this blog to sound mean, just being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFZOnVfo8eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SJwTwNllURg/s1600-h/Date14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212440056419643874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFZOnVfo8eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SJwTwNllURg/s200/Date14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date 15 and 16...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...one was at Hooters, since I was judging a bikini contest there. Pretty chill...ate some fried pickles, YUM!! Watched girls in bikinis, a guys fantasy date haha. But no real chemistry besides being friends. (And yes, I think everyone knows this guy from the clubs...he's fun!) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with my Hooters date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFgzb2taiBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Vvg9r4bOLvs/s1600-h/Dreamz%2520020.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFgzb2taiBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Vvg9r4bOLvs/s320/Dreamz%2520020.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212973122316830738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date 16...was also with a guy I already knew. Went to Moe's after work, had good conversation. But he is just out of a relationship and still has feelings for the other girl, so I don't think I wouldve had a shot even if I had any sort of connection. But it was still fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I had to post this fast so I could get Mr. Sawyer posted, but I will upload the rest of the pictures before I get out of here today!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-3908829607645852021?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3908829607645852021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=3908829607645852021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3908829607645852021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3908829607645852021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-14-16.html' title='Date 14-16...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFZOnVfo8eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SJwTwNllURg/s72-c/Date14.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-4225876283448352400</id><published>2008-06-12T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:20:48.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date 13...</title><content type='html'>...was with "Prince Charming." Haha..I think one of the first texts I got from this guy said 'get ready to meet the man of your dreams." I thought that was cute. I ended up having a really good time with this guy. Went up to Atkins Park in Cumming because he lives on the Lake. Ordered me a Jager Bomb from the get go, which was impressive. Had some delicious food and great conversation. It wasn't uncomfortable at all. Both have the same sarcasm and some of the conversation was pretty heavy for the first date, but I think it worked. He was definitely a fun guy!! Laughed the ENTIRE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Hug! Haha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFEwibPra4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/rkW0XEcyO8w/s1600-h/Date13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFEwibPra4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/rkW0XEcyO8w/s200/Date13.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210999611831577474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFEwnl4TfzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XObDtj35Cwk/s1600-h/GoofyPrinceCharming.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFEwnl4TfzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XObDtj35Cwk/s200/GoofyPrinceCharming.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210999700585676594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4225876283448352400?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4225876283448352400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4225876283448352400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4225876283448352400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4225876283448352400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-13.html' title='Date 13...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFEwibPra4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/rkW0XEcyO8w/s72-c/Date13.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-2123098249218764545</id><published>2008-06-12T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:14:04.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date 12...</title><content type='html'>...so I apologize for not having new info up in a timely manner, but I'm exhausted! haha...anyways...date 12 was an e-mailed one. I'll call him Penny Loafer because I remember him telling a story about them =p We ended up at Twisted Taco, one of my favorite places ever! Had a couple of drinks...I ate some queso...we talked. And I ran into an ex boyfriend...one from 3 years ago, which was ironic. It was kind of uncomfortable, but Monday Trivia saved the day. Played that for a couple of rounds...go Team Pannus! Haha..that was our team name. I was exhausted, so left at the beginning of Round 3. He was nice guy, just don't know if he was my type. But I would recommend him out there for the ladies of Atlanta. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFEuR5dUO_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/MvEMrMQh9iY/s1600-h/Date12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210997128860810226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFEuR5dUO_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/MvEMrMQh9iY/s200/Date12.bmp" 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/8318769523723193278-2123098249218764545?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2123098249218764545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=2123098249218764545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2123098249218764545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2123098249218764545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-12.html' title='Date 12...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SFEuR5dUO_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/MvEMrMQh9iY/s72-c/Date12.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-1352720260944535569</id><published>2008-06-09T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:10:20.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dates 9 through 11...</title><content type='html'>Date 9...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...were in grand ole L.A! I had to keep it consecutive right? So ended up getting there at 11:30 on Friday night and my date was already there (calling him Spencer). Spencer is an old friend I used to have a thing for. Never did anything before and I haven't seen him for 2 years. We ended up going to the hotel bar (Beverly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wilshire&lt;/span&gt; bar was amazing!) People watching was fun! He bought me a couple of drinks, including the good ole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jager&lt;/span&gt; Bomb! YUM! It was a chance to catch up. The conversation was like we had just seen each other the day before...it was weird...just comfortable. We goofed off, took fun pictures. But I only got the friend vibe on my part. He did try to smooch me, but I didn't let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pic pending...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; waiting on a friend to send it...so check back soon =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...was with "Brenden." Brenden is the guy from the TBS show &lt;em&gt;My Boys&lt;/em&gt;. Super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;, and Brenden is his character name. We had sort of a speed date. We were at the Dodgers game and I took him and told him he was my date for the next 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;! =p Surprisingly, we had great conversation. I don't think there was a real awkward moment while we were talking, it was always back and forth. He does live in L.A. though, which would make it hard to obviously go on another date. But if you are ever in California, I would recommend him to date. He's nice, good looking, and can carry a conversation well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was us at "Crowley's" (which is the bar in the TV series):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SE2KVdGfAlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JHy5SwIH9HA/s1600-h/BrendenMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209972445131244114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SE2KVdGfAlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JHy5SwIH9HA/s320/BrendenMe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date 11...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...was with another actor from &lt;em&gt;My Boys.&lt;/em&gt; I had my eye on this one all day. He was at the Dodgers game too, but never got a chance to cross paths. I'm calling him "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hottie&lt;/span&gt;" because I can't think of a better name for him. That night, we were all at a poker party. Still noticed him from across the room. I was playing Blackjack for most of the night. Well, I saw my opportunity. He was sitting at the Texas Hold 'Em table. There was one opening so I grabbed the seat, made eye contact and introduced myself. I told him about 30 dates in 30 days and said I needed one more. He was game! I "bought" a drink...which was funny because it was an open bar. We got up to get a drink and my date from before was up there. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hottie&lt;/span&gt;" told "Brenden" we were on a date and they wanted to see which one was going to be the best. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..it was funny. We grabbed our drinks, went back over to the poker table and played a couple of rounds (while trying to have a conversation). "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hottie&lt;/span&gt;" wanted to continue the date at a table, so we went and got some dessert and sat down and just chatted some more. It was fun! He eventually got pulled away for some interviews. Boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Near the end of the night, I needed a picture for the website, so I went grabbed one...gave him a hug and gave him this line: "You should take my number in case you're ever in Atlanta. I also take drunk dials." CHEESY, I know. But it worked. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hottness&lt;/span&gt; has my number! It makes me a little excited...he may never use it, but it was a great time!! The whole weekend was fab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hottie&lt;/span&gt;" known as "Bobby" on &lt;em&gt;My Boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SE2NIAOYQTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UoNytu8azY8/s1600-h/BobbyMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209975512576311602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SE2NIAOYQTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UoNytu8azY8/s320/BobbyMe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-1352720260944535569?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1352720260944535569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1352720260944535569' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1352720260944535569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1352720260944535569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-9-11.html' title='Dates 9 through 11...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SE2KVdGfAlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JHy5SwIH9HA/s72-c/BrendenMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-1023664124983170493</id><published>2008-06-09T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:44:24.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date 8...</title><content type='html'>...was great! Sorry it has taken me a second to update this thing. Date 8 was with Braker Bob! He picked me up from the station and opened the car door for me. Inside was 2 little presents which I thought was so sweet! I didn't know they were for me at first. I'm a fan of the Bengals, so he got me a stuffed little Bengal tiger and a football in Bengals color which was very thoughtful. So we get in the car and take off up to Andretti (which is a Go-Karting place up in Roswell). We got lost, which was funny, but we did make it eventually. When we got there, it was off to the races. We did a round of karting and I think I came in first, right Bob? =p Haha...it was a blast! Then, we got some food in the restaurant they had there. It was a blast. Something outside the normal dinner and drinks. Great date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...I don't think I realized all the strapes were in my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SE2Hx6H9v1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ixS239H5kv0/s1600-h/BrakerBob1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SE2Hx6H9v1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ixS239H5kv0/s200/BrakerBob1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209969635423534930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are posing by the car tire...tried to keep with the theme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SE2H82KUU-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/I9n_KrSMhRc/s1600-h/BrakerBob2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SE2H82KUU-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/I9n_KrSMhRc/s200/BrakerBob2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209969823338222562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-1023664124983170493?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1023664124983170493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1023664124983170493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1023664124983170493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1023664124983170493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-8.html' title='Date 8...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SE2Hx6H9v1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ixS239H5kv0/s72-c/BrakerBob1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-3745105605670554015</id><published>2008-06-05T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:09:54.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date 7...</title><content type='html'>...was with "Super Crunch." I call him that because we went to a Oriental Express and that's a sushi roll hehe. This was the first date going in completely blind. The conversation was good, but I don't think there was a real attraction on my part, which I think is kind of important. But like I said, the conversation was good and the food was fantastic! I had a delicious Texas roll...shrimp tempura, lettuce and honey mustard! AMAZING combo! Mr. Crunch even called ahead saying it was my birthday and they came out and sang a song to me, haha! It was sweet. And the cake was yum! People even said Happy Birthday when I was leaving, which was hilarious! I just didn't feel any real chemistry with Super Crunch. But I appreciated the date! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Crunch and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEhipxihC0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/b-s_3vctQmU/s1600-h/date7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208521438866246466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEhipxihC0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/b-s_3vctQmU/s200/date7.bmp" 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/8318769523723193278-3745105605670554015?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3745105605670554015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=3745105605670554015' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3745105605670554015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3745105605670554015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-7.html' title='Date 7...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEhipxihC0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/b-s_3vctQmU/s72-c/date7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-2125552013269238528</id><published>2008-06-04T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:03:31.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Date...</title><content type='html'>...Was with rocker boy "Tommy Lee." I know..tattooed up...expecting a bar type place with motorcycles parked out front BUT the date was nothing like that. We met up right around Perimeter Mall and headed over to the W Hotel in that area. We walked there which was sweet and had a nice dinner and drinks...food was yum! Afterwards, ended up going to the Penthouse of the place he lived at...and just looked out over Atlanta. He had my favorite drinks ready, which was really nice and thoughtful. He planned ahead. And I like that. This is definitely a case where you can never judge a book by the cover. It was a great date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Lee and me...tattoos were awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEadphihCzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rOi1SzIRW7c/s1600-h/TommyLee1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208023355803896626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEadphihCzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rOi1SzIRW7c/s200/TommyLee1.bmp" 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/8318769523723193278-2125552013269238528?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2125552013269238528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=2125552013269238528' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2125552013269238528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2125552013269238528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/6th-date.html' title='6th Date...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEadphihCzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rOi1SzIRW7c/s72-c/TommyLee1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-1954957529036839026</id><published>2008-06-03T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:40:45.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date 5...</title><content type='html'>...who I will call "Gentleman." I met him through a friend and I feel like this was the first legitimate date. Thought was put in for sure! So we decided on Meehan's and met up there. He brought me a single long-stemmed white rose, which was SOOOO sweet! I can't ever remember getting a flower on a date before. He held the door open for me and everything. (Chivalry hasn't died completely). We sit on the patio and have a fantastic dinner and conversation. I had a couple of glasses of wine...yum! He even ended up paying, which I definitely didn't expect. I had money ready and everything. So that was sweet. After dinner, we went and grabbed a couple of drinks at Taco Mac and just hung out some more. Great date! Tonight, I'm going out with "Tommy Lee!" He's A LOT different than these other guys and I think you may be shocked that I would be attracted to this type of guy...we'll see how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thank everyone who has commented! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was shy to have his picture taken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEWDKRihCvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/03vaU_Eb04c/s1600-h/S5004699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207712756653951730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEWDKRihCvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/03vaU_Eb04c/s200/S5004699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry, but maybe the camera had some drinks too...hehe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEWDSRihCwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YS-GbaT9W6Y/s1600-h/S5004698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207712894092905218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEWDSRihCwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YS-GbaT9W6Y/s200/S5004698.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/8318769523723193278-1954957529036839026?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1954957529036839026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1954957529036839026' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1954957529036839026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1954957529036839026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-5.html' title='Date 5...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEWDKRihCvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/03vaU_Eb04c/s72-c/S5004699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-359521901561833858</id><published>2008-06-02T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:10:07.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dates 2-4...</title><content type='html'>Man, who knew finding a date would be so stressful! Friday during the day, I had no idea who I was going to be going out with...nada...no clue. I'm still sifting through my e-mails too, so I haven't had a chance to respond to anyone there. So, I go to a co-worker and I'm like, 'do you have anyone that I can just go on a speed date with?' He mentions to me that there's a guy who's playing at Smith's Olde Bar that would not mind at all. (I will call this guy Jack Black). I'm like yay, hooray! Haha...so, I leave work, get ready and head up to Smith's. I get there...sit with the guy I already know, who proceeds to shout out to Jack Black that I'm his date...while he's playing! So Jack banters with me about us being on a date...we joke from a far and he finishes playing. He's actually pretty good. After he was finished, we went and grabbed a table so it would be like a legitimate date. We engaged in pretty good conversation (which I was sort of surprised about). He took my number and I left to go to Dreamz to do my Friday night ritual. So Friday=success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Jack Black below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEP-yhihCqI/AAAAAAAAADs/YHTOwJ0NlIE/s1600-h/JackBlack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207285738120481442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEP-yhihCqI/AAAAAAAAADs/YHTOwJ0NlIE/s200/JackBlack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Saturday rolls around....And we all know that I've been hanging with volleyball players all week...blah blah...and "Spike" had been hanging out in the group. Very attractive...great body! =p Of course I want to take him on one of my little dates. We decide on the pool and Margaritas...soooo hot outside! So that meant I got to see him without a shirt! Yum! We did the pool for a couple of hours, chatted, laughed...threw x's over each other's head (inside joke)...and then headed to the AVP, where we watched some more volleyball and had a couple more drinks...ended the date with a hug (yeah, no smooch haha) and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Spike...super tall! (Sorry, I forgot to get one without the shirt, but e-mail me if you want his Myspace page =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEP-9RihCrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JCHacdRar0w/s1600-h/Spike(CJ).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207285922804075186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEP-9RihCrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JCHacdRar0w/s200/Spike(CJ).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Sunday...there was Miami. I know that some of you guys have e-mailed saying he's a player and poser, but he's not that at all. He is so sweet and so fun to be around. Ok..so Miami had to leave Sunday, so I wanted to make sure I sqeezed in a date. I met him at the hotel he was staying at and we ended up walking to Hooters (yes, my idea...one of my favorite places). We sat and talked and laughed for a good hour and a half. We get along so well...I love his personality. After that, walk back to the hotel and just hung out/talked for another hour and he left for the airport. It was sad to see him him go...I think if he lived here, I would keep going on dates with him. Oh well. The Miami is cool =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEQNLhihCuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eLKAHy6hhkU/s1600-h/Miami1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEQNLhihCuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eLKAHy6hhkU/s200/Miami1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207301560779999970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...late Sunday...I did end up at Cuddles place =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-359521901561833858?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/359521901561833858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=359521901561833858' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/359521901561833858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/359521901561833858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/dates-2-4.html' title='Dates 2-4...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SEP-yhihCqI/AAAAAAAAADs/YHTOwJ0NlIE/s72-c/JackBlack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-2008053460783928013</id><published>2008-05-30T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:48:24.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenn's Life Is Changing</title><content type='html'>The Bert Show is really family to me and the extended family includes our amazing listeners. Sharing our personal lives is a big part of our show and I want to share as much as I can with you as part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://jennhobby.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-2008053460783928013?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2008053460783928013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=2008053460783928013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2008053460783928013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2008053460783928013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/jenns-life-is-changing.html' title='Jenn&apos;s Life Is Changing'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-8246784599944698085</id><published>2008-05-30T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T05:07:28.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Date...</title><content type='html'>...actually got off to a weird start. Me and Cuddles decided to meet up at Rio Grande for some drinks...BUT, he ended up bringing a friend, who've I met before AND he was a little late. I got over it fast because I kind of like the Cuddles. So we all start off with Patron shots...yum...and yes already buzzed! It was great conversation...and it was actually cool that he had his friend there because Cuddles really makes me nervous. We talked about the reason that I got only cuddles the first night I went there. I had mentioned that I wanted to move to LA to pursue my career further...but I think he thought it would be sooner rather than later. So he didn't want to get involved with me if I was just going to leave. Completely understandable. But, it was a bunch of silly talk...and there was a girl there that had the most interesting laugh which was hilarious! Two Margaritas later for me, 2 Vodka/Tonics later for him, half eaten quesadilla and we were done! Man...I didn't know Patron was so potent. Haha. Well, I made the decision not to drive home, because I did drink a little much...so roomie took Cuddles back to his car...and he came to pick me up! We ended up back at his place...talked...smooched and called it a night. Out of the friend zone my friend =p He did get up this morning at 4:30 and take me to work, which was nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date today...not sure...nothing lined up so I'm kind of nervous...I'll let you know what I find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of me and Cuddles...the camera man got a little close...must have been the Patron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SD_LvBihCpI/AAAAAAAAADk/4ixBAt54tps/s1600-h/Cuddles.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206103702991080082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SD_LvBihCpI/AAAAAAAAADk/4ixBAt54tps/s320/Cuddles.bmp" 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/8318769523723193278-8246784599944698085?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8246784599944698085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=8246784599944698085' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8246784599944698085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8246784599944698085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/1st-date.html' title='1st Date...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SD_LvBihCpI/AAAAAAAAADk/4ixBAt54tps/s72-c/Cuddles.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-5729530595854343012</id><published>2008-05-29T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:38:39.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm-Up Date...</title><content type='html'>So, I thought I was starting the whole date thing last night...but I'll just call it a date with training wheels..haha! I ended up going to see Mr. Vollyball's match that night. BUT, i ran into a couple of the guys I've been hanging out with for the past 3 nights at the same time! One of them (I'll call him Miami) has definitely impressed me with his personality and I've gotten to know him a little better just from spending more time with him. Anyways, Volleyball's match finished and we all decided to head over to Taco Mac to grab some food. On the left side was Miami..and on the right was Mr. Volleyball! AHHH! I was soooo confused on which one to give more attention to more. It was cool because I hadn't seen Volleyball for a sec...but I was digging on Miami at the same time! It was a blast none the less, but Volleyball said he wanted to take me on a REAL date, which was sweet and I'm looking forward to. I paid for my meal, said my goodbyes and that was that. Volleyball text me to tell me that he was glad to see me! EEEK! I am so giddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this morning, both boys text me and I have to say I was pretty stoked about it. I think me and Miami will have a date before he leaves this weekend, which will be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is tonight! It's with cuddles...the guy who I hung out with a couple of times before. Even spent the night at his house and he was very respectful...didn't try anything, which I liked. I think tonight, it's either out for drinks or I'm going to bring food over to his new house and we'll have a pow-wow..haha...do you think I need to bring him a plant too for his new house?! Well I'll let you tomorrow what happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me and Miami! I'll have more pics up soon...(Mr. Volleyball won't be up until his date =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SD737RihCoI/AAAAAAAAADc/_gRvVS5hT8o/s1600-h/Miami.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SD737RihCoI/AAAAAAAAADc/_gRvVS5hT8o/s320/Miami.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205870816979389058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-5729530595854343012?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5729530595854343012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=5729530595854343012' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5729530595854343012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5729530595854343012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/warm-up-date.html' title='Warm-Up Date...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SD737RihCoI/AAAAAAAAADc/_gRvVS5hT8o/s72-c/Miami.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-6850794304067070069</id><published>2008-05-28T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:02:50.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 dates, 30 Guys...</title><content type='html'>...seems like fun right? I'm actually really nervous about it!! As most of you know, I just got out of a pretty long relationship about a month and a half ago. And I feel like I'm ready to put myself out there. I've never been that good of a dater; I'm kind of a one guy kinda girl. But this will be a new experience and one that I  think I need to have in order to finally move on. Who knows, maybe even meet the man of my dreams! =p Tonight, I'm supposed to be going on with Mr. Volleyball. I'm crushing on this guy bad...haha! He's got a couple of matches to play today, but I did ask him to grab some food with me when he's done. We'll see if it happens. He said he had a hectic schedule today, but I think he can manage a little time right? =) I'm nervous and excited about this whole experience. I feel like I'm a boy...I have to do the asking out! AHHH! Haha! Well here I go. And wish me luck. I'll be updating you every day about the dates and how the guys are! Talk to y'all soon! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-6850794304067070069?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6850794304067070069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=6850794304067070069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6850794304067070069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6850794304067070069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/30-dates-30-guys.html' title='30 dates, 30 Guys...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-7779281369069528176</id><published>2008-05-27T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:41:00.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Etiquette Of Golf for the Pros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SDyb0BihCmI/AAAAAAAAADM/JLz8TG4rTPA/s1600-h/BlogPicGolf350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205206587402160738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SDyb0BihCmI/AAAAAAAAADM/JLz8TG4rTPA/s200/BlogPicGolf350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I played my first 18 holes of golf this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SDybjBihClI/AAAAAAAAADE/ir1e-A_KPE8/s1600-h/BlogPicGolf350.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know more? Click &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/05/26/the-etiquette-of-golf-for-the-pros.aspx"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7779281369069528176?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7779281369069528176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7779281369069528176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7779281369069528176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7779281369069528176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/etiquette-of-golf-for-pros.html' title='The Etiquette Of Golf for the Pros'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SDyb0BihCmI/AAAAAAAAADM/JLz8TG4rTPA/s72-c/BlogPicGolf350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-166274100543802867</id><published>2008-05-19T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:40:31.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Talks Adventure (or lack thereof)</title><content type='html'>Remember the movie &lt;em&gt;Mask&lt;/em&gt;?  The main character, Rocky Dennis, was planning a European motorcycle trek with his best friend, but then was disappointed (albeit mortally) by his friend's decision to back out from the trip.  We all thought at one point or another watching the movie how cool and freeing would it be to take a cross-country trip like that.  Then we responded to ourselves somewhere in our brain, "But now I'm too old, or have too many responsibilities, or am too broke".....blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/05/18/how-adventurous-are-you.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-166274100543802867?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/166274100543802867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=166274100543802867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/166274100543802867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/166274100543802867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/melissa-talks-adventure-or-lack-thereof.html' title='Melissa Talks Adventure (or lack thereof)'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-5756357053445056389</id><published>2008-05-13T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:56:53.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Names Her Cat</title><content type='html'>So I told you about my new kitty in another &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/04/20/ladies-and-gentlemenwhats-his-name.aspx"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, and thank you to everyone who had some great suggestions.  But the final choice is Nikko, and now he can stop sticking his tongue out at me for keeping him nameless for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See More &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/05/13/ahem--ladies-and-gentlemanlet-me-introduce-nikko.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-5756357053445056389?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5756357053445056389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=5756357053445056389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5756357053445056389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5756357053445056389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/melissa-names-her-cat.html' title='Melissa Names Her Cat'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-104933356079923200</id><published>2008-05-09T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:15:27.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest To Date An A-lister...</title><content type='html'>Ok so everyone feels this way at some point, so im going to go ahead and admit it: I want to date an A-lister. Or some sort of lister. I'm single now, why not start off big? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past couple of weeks doing "Who Do You Know" on The Bert Show got me thinking how fun it would be to actually date someone in Hollywood; even if it's just a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my previous blog said 'I need a thick skin...blah blah' and to be in tabloids you need to have one, but I think it would be fun. I'll develop one quick, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name's Wendy. I work at Q100. I'm 22. Single. Who's on board for my quest? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-104933356079923200?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/104933356079923200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=104933356079923200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/104933356079923200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/104933356079923200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/quest-to-date-a-lister.html' title='Quest To Date An A-lister...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-4607541336314234187</id><published>2008-05-07T02:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:44:45.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Loves Being A Geek</title><content type='html'>Coming off the high of Iron Man this past weekend, George Takei called into the Bert Show for our "&lt;a href="http://www.allthehitsq100.com/bertshow/whodoyouknow2008/"&gt;Who Do You Know&lt;/a&gt;?" contest.  And despite the slight ribbing from my co-horts, I realized just how good it is to be a geek right now.  Hollywood has totally embraced all-things comics, sci-fi, and fantasy which has resulted in my social calendar being inked with movie theatre appearances.  Just take a look at the current list of what's coming out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/05/06/its-good-to-be-geek.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4607541336314234187?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4607541336314234187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4607541336314234187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4607541336314234187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4607541336314234187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/melissa-loves-being-geek.html' title='Melissa Loves Being A Geek'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-7985205144847921097</id><published>2008-04-28T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:59:22.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why I'm having a hard time speaking my mind:</title><content type='html'>So I get this email today when I get into work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wendy,&lt;br /&gt;The way you read the traffic in the morning is sorta the way the girl talks that wants to be Paris's friend, you read one word at a time, you sound like a 12 year old girl-trying so hard to do the traffic-I turn the radio when you do traffic cause I can't stand to hear you read it so slowly-Sorry, but when I heard you comment on the girls voice this morning-I thought I had to tell you-that you sound the same, Sorry for being so hard, but I would rather have redicolous Crash back doing the traffic."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a chance to listen this morning, I spoke my mind about what I thought about Jessica (the girl who wants to be Paris's best friend for the new MTV reality show). I said her voice sounded fake and she took forever to finish a sentence. That's what most people who called up this morning said too. But to get such a hateful e-mail about it makes me just want to stay mute. I wish I had this huge thick skin, but sometimes it bothers me. I've had a pretty good day so far, and then it's like a buzz kill when I read it. I just wish people knew that I have feelings too. I'm human. I'm still trying to find my spot on the morning show and in life in general. I finally get "guts" to say what I'm thinking and it backfires. I guess 'don't dish it unless you can take it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thick skin here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7985205144847921097?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7985205144847921097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7985205144847921097' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7985205144847921097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7985205144847921097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/reasons-why-im-having-hard-time.html' title='Reasons why I&apos;m having a hard time speaking my mind:'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-4980897253615735078</id><published>2008-04-20T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:21:03.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen.....What's His Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SAtsv8eIL5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/LlQp9kgJOwo/s1600-h/IMG_3458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SAtsv8eIL5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/LlQp9kgJOwo/s200/IMG_3458.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191362566416773010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the weekend I got a new kitty.  He's a full-bred Siamese kitten who has yet been named.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The decision to get another animal began about the time my dog, Toby, got sick.  I have a Siamese/Tabby mix, named Akima, who was big buddies with Toby and I was concerned about how she would handle his passing.  But since Katie Jo had just gotten a new dog, Akima wasn't entirely alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the rest &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/04/20/ladies-and-gentlemenwhats-his-name.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4980897253615735078?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4980897253615735078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4980897253615735078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4980897253615735078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4980897253615735078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/ladies-and-gentlemenwhats-his-name.html' title='Ladies and Gentlemen.....What&apos;s His Name'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SAtsv8eIL5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/LlQp9kgJOwo/s72-c/IMG_3458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-449290664700063682</id><published>2008-04-15T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T04:26:34.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Talks About Hoss</title><content type='html'>I know it's not possible for you guys to listen to every minute of the show. Yes, we've addressed where Hoss is a whole bunch of times on the show. But he'll be really happy to know that a lot of you guys miss him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal. And it's pretty simple. Hoss transferred over to the Promotions Department. He's still at Q100. Just not on the Bert Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOSS FAQ's&lt;br /&gt;Q) Will Hoss be back on the Bert Show&lt;br /&gt;A) I sure hope he checks in from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q) Has Hoss had sex with his virgin girlfriend yet&lt;br /&gt;A) I don't know. But I do know that Jeff DID have sex with her last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q) Did he get fired because of the Press Pass situation at Georgia Tech&lt;br /&gt;A) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)  Who will replace Hoss?&lt;br /&gt;A) I don't know yet. We're searching for just the right person. And we're taking our time. We're looking for someone that can answer phones, handle all the technical stuff behind the scenes, a small detail person and someone that can go out and do stunts for us. It's a tough order.   Maybe it'll take more than one person. I really don't know. The search continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-449290664700063682?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/449290664700063682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=449290664700063682' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/449290664700063682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/449290664700063682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/bert-talks-about-hoss.html' title='Bert Talks About Hoss'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-5698708642612318679</id><published>2008-04-15T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T04:31:01.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Gets Called To Jury Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SAR5rmZB0sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/15oyjEJOVCM/s1600-h/IMG_3388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189406460584514242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SAR5rmZB0sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/15oyjEJOVCM/s200/IMG_3388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was called to jury duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no court room was involved, since I had the pleasure of serving on a jury for the &lt;a href="http://www.atlantafilmfestival.com/"&gt;Atlanta Film Festival&lt;/a&gt; this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first year the Festival is presenting the Pink Peach Award, which recognizes the best in LGBT filmmaking, and it was my duty last week to watch the &lt;a href="http://atlantafilmfestival.com/outonfilm.html"&gt;nominated films&lt;/a&gt; and give my opinion on which one should receive this inaugural award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/04/14/jury-duty-that-was-fun.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-5698708642612318679?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5698708642612318679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=5698708642612318679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5698708642612318679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5698708642612318679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/melissa-gets-called-to-jury-duty.html' title='Melissa Gets Called To Jury Duty'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/SAR5rmZB0sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/15oyjEJOVCM/s72-c/IMG_3388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-4543207435083735707</id><published>2008-04-08T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:48:40.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Sees Disturbing Video</title><content type='html'>As the parent of a child I just watched one of the disturbing videos I have ever seen.  It's five or six high school girls beating another girl unconscious. The details are in the story. I want you to be warned that the images are really, really disturbing.  I found myself getting enraged as I watched it. I kept thinking what I would do if this was my son in the video.  If you can stomach it here is the story and the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tampabays10.com/news/local/article.aspx?storyid=77707" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.tampabays10.com/news/local/article.aspx?storyid=77707&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I have had this debate. She wants to teach our 5 ½ year old that there is never a time when things should resort to a physical fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I don't agree. I can tell you that as a guy that grew up under sized you get picked on a lot when new kids don't know you. If you don't know how to handle yourself verbally and physically you can get swallowed up, abused or ostracized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to teach him that, as a last resort, you have to be ready to physically stick up for yourself.  My kid is as sensitive as I've ever seen a child. There are already times when he's getting bullied out of playing with a toy. And I rarely see him stick up for himself. He knows how to share. But there are times when some kids will take things from him without his permission. And he doesn't stand up for himself.  I get worried about this.  I get worried that my kid can end up like the victim in this video. She never even tried to fight back. Even though it would have been useless 'cause this was truly a pack mentality.   So as a parent, how are you handling this with your kids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4543207435083735707?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4543207435083735707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4543207435083735707' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4543207435083735707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4543207435083735707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/bert-sees-disturbing-video.html' title='Bert Sees Disturbing Video'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-8519149349830431754</id><published>2008-03-24T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T05:29:53.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gallon of Water and Church Camp, Amen</title><content type='html'>I don't remember his name but I remember where I knew him from - Bethany Hills.  This church camp in Tennessee I attended as a teenager was the setting for my first lesson in fighting a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He-whose-name-I cannot-remember got sick while at the weekend camp, and instead of going to get medical help or drugs, he instead lugged around a gallon jug of water.  My having been used to the idea that once you're sick you pop a pill, I was fascinated by what I considered his naive approach to illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/03/24/a-gallon-of-water-and-church-camp-amen.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-8519149349830431754?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8519149349830431754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=8519149349830431754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8519149349830431754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8519149349830431754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/gallon-of-water-and-church-camp-amen.html' title='A Gallon of Water and Church Camp, Amen'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-6503703753663462054</id><published>2008-03-20T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:27:01.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Jo Sees A Face In The Tornado Cloud...</title><content type='html'>If you live here in Atlanta you know, but if you don't you might have heard, that several tornadoes hit the area last weekend. One actually hit downtown Atlanta and was captured on camera by local photographer Shane Durrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night my girlfriend came home CONVINCED she saw a face in the cloud, after she and a friend analyzed Shane's picture (over a bottle of wine, let me add.) I thought it was a stretch, but what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/03/19/a-face-in-the-tornado-cloud.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-6503703753663462054?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6503703753663462054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=6503703753663462054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6503703753663462054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6503703753663462054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/katie-jo-sees-face-in-tornado-cloud.html' title='Katie Jo Sees A Face In The Tornado Cloud...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-8828314053063329046</id><published>2008-03-14T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T02:27:11.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Wants More Couple Time</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been way too long since I've written here. Way too long. But life gets busy, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of busy, did you see this: "Mom's and dads get to be alone as a couple for an average of just FIFTEEN MINUTES a day before going to sleep, a survey revealed yesterday.  The precious moments when they can relax, chat or have sex add up to less than ten days a YEAR.  Typically they get five minutes together in the morning and ten minutes at night as they go to bed. On average they will get in a babysitter once a month for a night out. Once a year they manage to spend a single night away from home without the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this be true?  Stacey and I are really, really lucky. Her mother moved down from Maryland five years ago when Hayden was born.  Plus, our babysitting depth chart goes about three deep. So we're really lucky to be able to do our date night every Wednesday night. Then we usually get a night out on the weekend if we want, too.  I know some couples that will go months without hanging out alone together.  Maybe they can't get somebody to watch the kids? With some, even if they have help they just don't feel right leaving the house without the kids. The wife of a former co-worker of mine went their baby's first three years without ever leaving the house without the baby. Is this the rule or the exception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's no wonder couples have such a tough time staying connected. Even after we put the kids to bed and we finally do get some time to hang out it's the the last crumbs of the day and we're both exhausted. Too many times we'll sit on the couch mindlessly watching television and not talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's a future blog entry about managing time. It feels like no matter how I change my schedule I never have enough time to do the things well. Like I feel so average at every aspect of my life 'cause I feel like I'm just rushing through things to get to the next thing.  Most times there's not a lot of enjoyment. It's just a bubbling anxiety that I won't get to everything I have to get to.  If any of you have figured out this balance I so want to know how you do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-8828314053063329046?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8828314053063329046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=8828314053063329046' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8828314053063329046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8828314053063329046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/bert-wants-more-couple-time.html' title='Bert Wants More Couple Time'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-4617942789784398513</id><published>2008-03-14T02:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T02:25:56.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Gets A Hybrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R9pEOjYKz2I/AAAAAAAAACs/J4O-tjuQeMM/s1600-h/vue_hybrid_logo_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177525738421276514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R9pEOjYKz2I/AAAAAAAAACs/J4O-tjuQeMM/s200/vue_hybrid_logo_150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's right. I am part of the Hybrid Movement officially, after getting a Saturn Vue Hybrid. No endorsement, my own personal car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the Saturn, you ask? Honestly, because I was able to get a great deal from a private owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/03/14/ive-joined-the-hybrid-nation-2.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4617942789784398513?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4617942789784398513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4617942789784398513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4617942789784398513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4617942789784398513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/melissa-gets-hybrid.html' title='Melissa Gets A Hybrid'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R9pEOjYKz2I/AAAAAAAAACs/J4O-tjuQeMM/s72-c/vue_hybrid_logo_150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-7427455609869847773</id><published>2008-02-13T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:52:52.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEFF HAS UPDATED ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;www.JeffDauler.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People hate the Bert Show.  Read all about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7427455609869847773?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7427455609869847773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7427455609869847773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7427455609869847773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7427455609869847773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/jeff-has-updated.html' title='JEFF HAS UPDATED ...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-9146031878770429279</id><published>2008-02-12T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:07:52.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert's Bucket List</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago a movie came out called the "Bucket List." Two old dudes make a list of things they really want to do before they die. Here's part of my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in Brazil for a year&lt;br /&gt;See a World Cup final in a country outside the United States&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to play the sax&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to surf well&lt;br /&gt;Shape my own surfboard&lt;br /&gt;Surf at sunset with both my kids&lt;br /&gt;Study more Eastern Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Buy a house on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Trace my wife's genealogy and take our kids to Croatia to follow her family tree&lt;br /&gt;Live out of an old school, airstream trailer for a summer with my family in California&lt;br /&gt;Leave a strong legacy of letters and pictures for my children&lt;br /&gt;Write a hit song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-9146031878770429279?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9146031878770429279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=9146031878770429279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/9146031878770429279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/9146031878770429279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/berts-bucket-list.html' title='Bert&apos;s Bucket List'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-4597545281394902298</id><published>2008-02-11T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:35:09.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eat, pray, wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R7EF0YYta1I/AAAAAAAAACk/7xG2GefQGdk/s1600-h/eatpraylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R7EF0YYta1I/AAAAAAAAACk/7xG2GefQGdk/s200/eatpraylove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165916645028096850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I mean, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FINALLY,&lt;/span&gt; I took the advice of several dynamic women friends and read Elizabeth Gilbert's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/span&gt;. Although it meant giving in to the Oprah hysteria over the novel, I took the plunge while on vacation last week. And wow, those women know what they're talking about... who knew? I devoured it, embraced it and I think I will read it again... starting tomorrow. I dog-eared pages and underlined passages. "Liss" is an incredible writer; funny, self-depricating, smart. I connected quickly to her joy and her sorrow. No matter what journey you are on, I fully recommend reading hers. I admire her brave spirit to break the mold, as terrifying as it must have been. I envy her travel-savvy, I hope for her language skills and I covet her depth of self-understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4597545281394902298?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4597545281394902298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4597545281394902298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4597545281394902298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4597545281394902298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/eat-pray-wow.html' title='eat, pray, wow'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R7EF0YYta1I/AAAAAAAAACk/7xG2GefQGdk/s72-c/eatpraylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-6460240053383987135</id><published>2008-02-04T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:34:06.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYERCRAFT CARRIER</title><content type='html'>I've updated &lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;JeffDauler.com&lt;/a&gt; with a video from the &lt;a href="http://www.mayercraftcarrier.com/"&gt;Mayercraft Carrier&lt;/a&gt;, where Jessica and I spent the past few days.  Will add more pics &amp;amp; stuff, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;www.JeffDauler.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-6460240053383987135?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6460240053383987135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=6460240053383987135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6460240053383987135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6460240053383987135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/mayercraft-carrier.html' title='MAYERCRAFT CARRIER'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-3678340274389617990</id><published>2008-01-29T02:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T02:41:59.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Answers Your Questions</title><content type='html'>Over the past few weeks I've received so many emails from you guys regarding an assortment of Q100 transactions. I thought I'd answer some of the more popular questions here with some side commentary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did Jamie Massey Go?&lt;br /&gt;Jamie left us to co-host on another morning show (see past blog entry).  I won't spend a lot of time on this one 'cause you can scroll down and get a more lengthy response in a past blog entry.  But to add Wendy Adams is doing our traffic now.  She worked on Adam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bomb's&lt;/span&gt; Show for awhile.  If she can handle the hours I think she's gonna eventually be one of the best.  She's 22, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kennesaw&lt;/span&gt; State student, busts her a$#@ and isn't afraid to be real on the radio. In the past year she's shed a lot of tears on the Bert Show over boy problems and her relationship with her dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did Dylan go?&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason Dylan's contract didn't get renewed by Cumulus. The truth is that these decisions are made way above my level.  I do know that Dylan worked his $%# and was completely dedicated to making sure Q100 was running at its highest level. Not only was he our afternoon guy but he was the Program Director; my boss. It's one of the strongest working relationships I've ever had.  Sometimes business sucks 'cause Dylan had a lot to with our success and it doesn't seem right that he can't be in the halls during our switch to the bigger signal at  99.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dauler&lt;/span&gt; go?&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. Jeff hasn't gone anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the station still going to be Q100&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Everything is the same. Same Bert Show. Same radio station. Same radio station name.  We're just moving to 99.7. Now you'll be able to hear us clearly all over Georgia. No more static. No more overlapping from that damn country station out of South Carolina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still going to be called Q100 even though you're on 99?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. And we're really going to need your help with this.  When you tell friends about the Bert Show or Q100 PLEASE tell them we're at 99.7. My fear is that new listeners will tune into 100.5 looking for the Bert Show. Not find us then, naturally, scroll /scan up or to the right.  We have to make sure we are directing them to 99.7. Management felt that the brand of Q100 was too strong to lose so they didn't go with anything like Q99 or Q99.7.  Jeff and I pleaded with them to make it Q99.7. To their credit management listened to every word we had to say about it.  But they decided to go with Q100. It's a good business debate actually. But, honestly, as an employee the only thing you can really ask for is to be heard.  And they debated with us for hours on it.  But they feel like we've done such a good job building the Q100 brand that it wouldn't be good business to change the name of the station.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99x is gone???? I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!&lt;br /&gt;They are still a station!!!! You can find them at &lt;a href="http://99x.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;99x.com&lt;/a&gt;. Now turn the car off and get out of the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to get you in Athens, now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Here is the entire list of cities that can now receive Q100 clearly: &lt;a href="http://allthehitsq100.com/bertshow/bertfeature.asp?id=13390" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://allthehitsq100.com/bertshow/bertfeature.asp?id=13390&lt;/a&gt;. My only focus now is to be the most listened to morning show in Homer, Georgia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the station located now?&lt;br /&gt;Same place. 780 Johnson Ferry Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the new phone number for Q100?&lt;br /&gt;As of this writing I just don't know. I'll update this next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the big deal about having 100,000 watts? &lt;br /&gt;I wrote a blog about this a few days ago. Scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they doing with 100.5?&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you but my Chief Operating Officer, John Dickey, would hire a van to come to a come to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;screetching&lt;/span&gt; halt in front of me while I'm in the station parking lot,  throw me in the back, tie and gag me and you'd never hear from me ever again.  You'll know on January 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. There is a rumor going around that the new morning show will consist of Steve McCoy, Vikki Locke, Fred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Toucher&lt;/span&gt;, Steve Barnes, Clark Howard, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Southside&lt;/span&gt; Steve and Captain Herb Emory. Honestly, I don't see how Captain Herb can possibly part of this 'cause I know he's under contract.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to John Dickey. If the ratings don't go up significantly with this signal upgrade please have the police begin to investigate John Dickey first when I go missing. Here is a link to the man I believe will have me unwillingly relocated if The Bert Show is not successful:  &lt;a href="http://www.corporate-ir.net/ireye/ir_site.zhtml?ticker=CMLS&amp;amp;script=120&amp;amp;layout=-6&amp;amp;item_id=76435" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.corporate-ir.net/ireye/ir_site.zhtml?ticker=CMLS&amp;amp;script=120&amp;amp;layout=-6&amp;amp;item_id=76435&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-3678340274389617990?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3678340274389617990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=3678340274389617990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3678340274389617990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3678340274389617990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/bert-answers-your-questions.html' title='Bert Answers Your Questions'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-6825112891904702672</id><published>2008-01-25T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T02:55:14.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY!</title><content type='html'>I update &lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;JeffDauler.com&lt;/a&gt; from time to time, and then forget to tell you about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go visit &lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;my site&lt;/a&gt; and see what's new ... including the 'Dolphin Dance' video and Nick Lachey's muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;www.JeffDauler.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-6825112891904702672?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6825112891904702672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=6825112891904702672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6825112891904702672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6825112891904702672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/sorry.html' title='SORRY!'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-662507939300949116</id><published>2008-01-22T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:48:10.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Talks About Q100's Move</title><content type='html'>I'll warn you now that this is gonna be a little all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a little insight as to what's been going on at Q100 and 99X the past few weeks. But bare with me 'cause it takes a little bit of history to explain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week we started the Bert Show almost 7 years I told Jeff that I wanted The Bert Show to be the most listened to show in Atlanta. That has always been my goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started the show 7 years ago we were on a 3,000 watt radio station.  Being the most listened to show in Atlanta couldn't happen with 3,000 watts.  The top stations have 50,000 or 100,000 watts.  So Q100 petitioned the FCC and we got upgraded to 12,000 watts.  Four times as many as where we started. But still our signal didn't reach far enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OTP&lt;/span&gt; to really be able to ever be number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been frustrated by this. Why compete if you CAN'T win? And while morning radio is fun it is about getting the highest ratings and winning.   Imagine being a race car driver knowing that the car you were driving in every week could never cross the finish line first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a workaholic. I know most of you think that The Bert Show must be done working when we get off the air at 10am. But I can honestly tell you that I can't think of the last time I stopped working before 5pm.   On what? That's another blog for another time. But I can tell you that it's taken a lot of sacrifice by everybody on the Bert Show to achieve the ratings that we have. I've sacrificed time with my family. My social life has suffered. This job doesn't allow you to sleep very well and you never quite feel 100%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many at Q100 have made the same kind of sacrifice that I have made for this radio station. Maybe even more so.  I feel like the entire staff has earned and deserves to be on a signal that can reach its optimal potential.  We have that now on 99.7 because it's 100,000 watts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bummed that some aren't here to take the next step together.  My former Program Director, Dylan, didn't have his contract renewed. Those decisions are made WAY above my head. But that dude was so passionate about Q100 that I really wish he could have been at Q100 to enjoy the success of something that he worked so hard on every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It DOES suck that 99x isn't on the signal anymore. That station defined Atlanta radio for a long time.   A lot of blood, sweat and tears went in to making that station a part of Atlanta's fabric.  Leslie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fram&lt;/span&gt; practically built the damn thing with her own hands.   People grew up with that station and its part of your youth.  I grew up listening to a station in San Diego called 91x that was very similar. If I woke up and THAT station wasn't on the air anymore I'd be pissed!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is a business. It's about making money. 99&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;x's&lt;/span&gt; ratings have declined and they weren't making as much money for the mother ship: Cumulus.  Cumulus feels like they made the proper moves to fix 99x and couldn't. They also have confidence that the Bert Show and Q100 is ready to reach it's potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a mixed bag of emotions in the building over the past week. Q100 employees are happy but reserved to be on the new signal. Watching 99x employees leave the building permanently has been awful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I want to be on a bigger signal. If I'm going to put in 13 hour days I want to know that I have a chance of being the best.  Did I want that signal to be 99x? NO. Quite honestly, I really thought that Cumulus would buy Star 94 and they'd put the Bert Show on that 100,000 signal.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;I think that covers it. I'm really stoked. I'm really excited for the Bert Show. I'm really excited for our production guys, our promotions people, our sales people, our management and I'm happy for the people that work behind the scenes that I see from time to time but don't know even know their names.  But, at the same time, I'm also being respectful of the same kind of energy that 99x employees have put in to make that station an Atlanta icon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-662507939300949116?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/662507939300949116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=662507939300949116' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/662507939300949116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/662507939300949116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/bert-talks-about-q100s-move.html' title='Bert Talks About Q100&apos;s Move'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-562629707611954167</id><published>2008-01-17T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T09:41:24.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Tries to Enjoy The Slide</title><content type='html'>I know when we used to throw baby powder in the dorm halls at U.T. to go sock surfing I could always stop and go in my room.  Not having solid ground to stand on was a sport.  I suppose when we get older and focus on the risk of falling down it's no longer fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/01/16/sometimes-a-square-in-a-round-hole.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-562629707611954167?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/562629707611954167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=562629707611954167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/562629707611954167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/562629707611954167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/melissa-tries-to-enjoy-slide.html' title='Melissa Tries to Enjoy The Slide'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-1681121734585817759</id><published>2008-01-14T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:20:55.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Vino Veritas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R4vt0dEDC4I/AAAAAAAAACU/OUlscRTiiKg/s1600-h/wine.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R4vt0dEDC4I/AAAAAAAAACU/OUlscRTiiKg/s200/wine.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155475683866250114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Vino Veritas... meaning In Wine Truth or literally translated... Truth In Wine. Here are a few tidbits I found that support my love of wine... enjoy! &lt;div&gt;- For women, wine has been discovered to lower the risk of ovarian cancer, promote stronger bones, and decrease the risk of getting a stroke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- For men, wine has been seen to decrease the risk of cardiac arrest for men with hypertension. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The skin of red grapes have been found to have certain anti-aging properties that can also be obtained through red wine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- White wine contains certain anti-oxidants that have been observed to improve the function of the lungs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wine drinking has been discovered to reduce the occurrence of coronary heart disease among adults.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Senior-aged individuals who have been regular wine drinkers were seen to have blood vessels that are healthier than those who are not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Drinking wine has been seen to reduce certain types of gastrointestinal bacteria, the top cause of ulcer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Polyphenols, a substance also found in the skin of red grapes was discovered to clean arteries of stroke causing clots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The studies shown here were conducted on people who had prolonged but moderate wine consumption. Most researchers have seen the benefits of wine amongst people who drink one or two glasses everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Shared from associatedcontent.com; "Top Health Benefits of Wine Give You More Reasons To Drink," by Joseph Baylon, published 2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers, Jenn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-1681121734585817759?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1681121734585817759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1681121734585817759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1681121734585817759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1681121734585817759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-vino-veritas.html' title='In Vino Veritas!'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R4vt0dEDC4I/AAAAAAAAACU/OUlscRTiiKg/s72-c/wine.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-6255463529977434693</id><published>2008-01-09T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:09:35.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You See The Signs?</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like you're on the outlook for a sign? Just something to reassure you that you are headed in the right direction or making the right decision? I know I do. And I feel that when you open yourself up to finding them, they appear right before your eyes. They are found in the kitschy-gifty-book you randomly thumb through. It shouts a message so loud, you just can't miss it. The headstone moniker in the cemetery somehow sends a message from above. The feather that lands at your feet, the song played at her funeral that pops up on your favorite TV show, the homily written and delivered passionately just for you, the black and white kittens who wander on your porch steps; all signs. I am trying not to dismiss the signs from the friend's story-telling that transforms into unintended guidance or the poignant song lyrics that remind us, we are not alone... all of them are signs, only if we are ready to see and hear them. Or only if we are brave enough to believe. Still looking for more signs in this new year... :) Jenn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-6255463529977434693?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6255463529977434693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=6255463529977434693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6255463529977434693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6255463529977434693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-you-see-signs.html' title='Can You See The Signs?'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-7944901698219283412</id><published>2008-01-09T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:15:18.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Is One Of Just Two Votes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R4zN7dEDC5I/AAAAAAAAACc/_o7rql11xN8/s1600-h/JustTwoVotesLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155722094729956242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R4zN7dEDC5I/AAAAAAAAACc/_o7rql11xN8/s200/JustTwoVotesLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's an Election year, and there will be plenty of analysts and media outlets in 2008 trying to speculate on who the next President of the United States will be. But what about an average voter? What does she or he REALLY think about what's happening? That's what Just Two Votes is - Melissa and Katie Jo's debate on the candidates and issues as the year moves forward, with each revealing who they vote for come November 4th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/01/07/just-two-votes-chapter-2--new-hampshire.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7944901698219283412?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7944901698219283412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7944901698219283412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7944901698219283412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7944901698219283412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/melissa-is-one-of-just-two-votes.html' title='Melissa Is One Of Just Two Votes'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R4zN7dEDC5I/AAAAAAAAACc/_o7rql11xN8/s72-c/JustTwoVotesLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-2307378209877056636</id><published>2008-01-05T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:51:52.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Talks About Massey's Departure</title><content type='html'>Jamie Massey has left the Bert Show and Q100.  You'll hear her very soon on another morning show in town as a co-host.  I know this is going to sound like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PCBS&lt;/span&gt; but the truth is I'm really, really happy for her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now she'll be co-hosting on a four member morning show.  It's a step up for her.  She'll be on the mic every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's take out the fact that it's a radio job.  If you're a manager and somebody on your team is hired for a better position at a competing business you have to take some pride in that.  Somebody thought so much of the work she was doing in your office, under your tutelage, that they decided they wanted some of that same "magic" in their office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no shame in that at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Massey sacrificed a lot of personal relationships for the good of the Bert Show.  She talked so intimately about her relationships it scared a lot of guys off.  She was brave to talk so openly about her personal life.  We're really going to miss that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This all sounds so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ooey&lt;/span&gt;, gooey politically correct.  I wish I had some kind of interesting, truthful insight.  But I don't.  I guess I'm always a little nervous of any change on the show 'cause the ratings and on air chemistry have been so good.  But the truth is that I'm embracing change now more than I used to.  And I get excited by the possibility of training somebody new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm talking to potential replacements already.  I should have some news for you guys within a few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-2307378209877056636?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2307378209877056636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=2307378209877056636' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2307378209877056636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2307378209877056636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/bert-talks-about-masseys-departure.html' title='Bert Talks About Massey&apos;s Departure'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-1965106024988026090</id><published>2008-01-05T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:42:37.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L Word Premiere Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R3-XOtEDC3I/AAAAAAAAACM/pg5T-KLsCkk/s1600-h/Kiss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R3-XOtEDC3I/AAAAAAAAACM/pg5T-KLsCkk/s320/Kiss1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152002777605671794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are L Word stars Rachel Shelley (Helena) and Rose Rollins (Tasha) showing me some love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to see more? Click &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/01/04/atlanta-l-word-premiere.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-1965106024988026090?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1965106024988026090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1965106024988026090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1965106024988026090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1965106024988026090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/l-word-premiere-party.html' title='L Word Premiere Party'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R3-XOtEDC3I/AAAAAAAAACM/pg5T-KLsCkk/s72-c/Kiss1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-1368062048956963431</id><published>2008-01-03T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T02:39:43.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Gets Hooked On Jon &amp; Kate</title><content type='html'>I blame Mama Jo for this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during Christmas vacation my family and my girlfriend's family merged for a holiday gathering, when Mama Jo (Katie's Mom) thought she was innocently creating casual holiday conversation by asking, "Does anyone watch Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2008/01/02/jon--kate-plus-8.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-1368062048956963431?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1368062048956963431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1368062048956963431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1368062048956963431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1368062048956963431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/melissa-gets-hooked-on-jon-kate.html' title='Melissa Gets Hooked On Jon &amp; Kate'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-961892447287822706</id><published>2007-12-26T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T07:27:56.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Has Fun With JibJab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R3JyDtEDC2I/AAAAAAAAACE/l7l2560aexE/s1600-h/branding_new.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R3JyDtEDC2I/AAAAAAAAACE/l7l2560aexE/s320/branding_new.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148302731999644514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was introduced to JibJab on Christmas Day, and immediately had to try my hand at it.  Click &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/view/tq6fD7T27SUbPKjG6w5BQXEk"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see my first creation using members of the Bert Show.  But be warned, you'll spend a lot of time doing your own movies.....be sure you have nothing else important to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-961892447287822706?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/961892447287822706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=961892447287822706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/961892447287822706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/961892447287822706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/melissa-has-fun-with-jibjab.html' title='Melissa Has Fun With JibJab'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R3JyDtEDC2I/AAAAAAAAACE/l7l2560aexE/s72-c/branding_new.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-6936044952141686718</id><published>2007-12-21T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:17:28.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden Gets Christmas Pass</title><content type='html'>I'm giving my 5-year-old a pass this year.  He's so excited about Christmas and he always should be.  But last week when I asked him what the meaning of Christmas was he told me that it was the day he got all the presents.  He understands it's the day that Jesus was born but the whole present thing is lost on him right now.  But he's only five.  Next year will be the lesson of "it's way better to give than receive." I think we've also sent him a few too many messages about the holiday.  I can remember last year him referring to Christmas as the day that Jesus came down the Chimney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-6936044952141686718?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6936044952141686718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=6936044952141686718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6936044952141686718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6936044952141686718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/hayden-gets-christmas-pass.html' title='Hayden Gets Christmas Pass'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-4645544944713830037</id><published>2007-12-13T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:37:01.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric's Caliente TEASE</title><content type='html'>(This is an advanced version of &lt;a href="http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/berts-kissing-technique.html"&gt;Bert's Caliente Kiss &lt;/a&gt;from Bert Show listener Eric.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “Caliente Tease”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to take the Caliente Kiss to the next step then follow these instructions. This will drive anyone wild and is sure to get you what you want in the bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     1. Set the Mood:&lt;br /&gt;Start off by setting the mood as you always should.&lt;br /&gt;     2. The Usual:&lt;br /&gt;          a.  Let things go as they usually do between you both. (Kissing, massaging, petting, etc.) DO NOT give them any idea that you are trying something new (this differs from the Caliente Kiss).&lt;br /&gt;          b.  Get things going for 5 to 10 minutes and make sure you have been kissing for a few minutes. It is normally a good idea to have some articles of clothing removed at this point before you begin the Tease.&lt;br /&gt;     3.  The Tease:&lt;br /&gt;          a.  Lay them on their back making sure you are over them. You have to make sure YOU are in control and they have to get that feeling also.&lt;br /&gt;          b.  At this point you can do one of two things. Hold their head with your hands or gently pin back their arms back by their head.&lt;br /&gt;          c.  Next is the Stare. Gaze into their eyes, passionately (not creepily), for 10-15 seconds making sure your faces are close to each other but not touching.&lt;br /&gt;     4.  The Lips, The Hips, &amp;amp; Everything in Between:&lt;br /&gt;          a.  Making sure your lips DO NOT touch their skin, lean in very close to their lips like you are going to kiss. Everything should feel in slow motion with no fast or sudden movements. Using heavy breathing move around the lips even pretending like you are actually making out with them. Tease the Lips.&lt;br /&gt;          b.  Now begin to move to one side of the neck gradually breathing down their cheek, ears, and neck. At this point you can give a few small kisses in the neck area but not long or you will ruin what you set up.&lt;br /&gt;          c.  Move back up to the lips. Now slowly move down the underside of the chin and neck and down the chest and stomach. Slight kisses here and there on the skin, remembering to use the breathing techniques. The heat from your breath is KEY in driving their sensory nerves into overload.&lt;br /&gt;          d.  Spend a little time in areas on the body and then make your way back up. Once back up to the lips you have a couple choices to make. If they can’t wait any longer and are ready for the kiss, then proceed. If they are calm and are still ok, move down the other side of the neck and back up.&lt;br /&gt;     5.  The Kiss:&lt;br /&gt;          a.  Now you are ready to give in and you know you are doing well if they are struggling to kiss you back or try to break loose to get to your lips to kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;          b.  Give them one last Stare and GO FOR IT! At this point they should be so turned on and ready to kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4645544944713830037?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4645544944713830037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4645544944713830037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4645544944713830037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4645544944713830037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/erics-caliente-tease.html' title='Eric&apos;s Caliente TEASE'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-5229090119824848307</id><published>2007-12-13T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:19:42.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Millie Pete's Frozen Grandbabies</title><content type='html'>This is actually a continuation of my previous blog &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2007/10/09/to-be-a-mom-or-not-to-be-a-mom.aspx"&gt;To Be A Mom, Or Not To Be A Mom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this new blog should actually be titled A Needle, A Probe, A Fibroid, Oh My...but I'm jumping ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step in the egg-freezing process took place a few weeks ago. I had been instructed to call the doctor's office when my cycle started, so that I could come in for testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was taken to a small room so they could draw a vile of blood. There is a hormone in every woman that, at elevated levels, could be an indication something is wrong with the eggs. They wanted to test that hormone during my cycle to see how it was responding to my vulnerable egg. The results would return the next day or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently at the time of your period, and your body's work in releasing an egg, they can also get a better look at the ducts of your ovaries to see if everything is working properly. This is done with an internal ultrasound, during which they also analyze the condition of your uterine wall. I'm, of course, simplifying something that is very scientific, but that's the gist of the appointment. So, I had to wear the paper skirt as they performed the ultrasound, grateful that any mention of my very-public job wasn't made until after my jeans were back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2007/12/10/millie-petes-frozen-grandchildren.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-5229090119824848307?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5229090119824848307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=5229090119824848307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5229090119824848307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5229090119824848307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/millie-petes-frozen-grandbabies.html' title='Millie Pete&apos;s Frozen Grandbabies'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-1118836436458503599</id><published>2007-12-12T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:06:05.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEFF'S STUFF</title><content type='html'>I updated &lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;JeffDauler.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock yourself out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-1118836436458503599?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1118836436458503599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1118836436458503599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1118836436458503599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1118836436458503599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/jeffs-stuff.html' title='JEFF&apos;S STUFF'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-5924223204440393900</id><published>2007-12-10T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T06:31:11.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Blogger - Melissa's Girlfriend, Katie Jo</title><content type='html'>Since it was Spring-like weather over the weekend, my girlfriend, Katie Jo, and I hung out on a deck for hours.  Hearing then some of her recent observations lead me to asking her to be my guest blogger.  Here are her thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest lie promulgated by those who fear lesbians is that they hate men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be further from the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lesbians can't stand are cheesy men with bad taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2007/12/10/guest-blogger--katie-jo.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-5924223204440393900?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5924223204440393900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=5924223204440393900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5924223204440393900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5924223204440393900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/guest-blogger-melissas-girlfriend-katie.html' title='Guest Blogger - Melissa&apos;s Girlfriend, Katie Jo'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-1000756047835621249</id><published>2007-12-06T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T04:48:18.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert's Kissing Technique</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Caliente Kiss &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kissing technique was told to me by a friend.  He said it will totally spice up your love life for at least 24 hours!   I was skeptical but gave it a try anyway. I can give you a 100% endorsement that the "final results" will be spectacular.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the technique:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you have to tell your kissing partner what you're doing or it'll never work.  The mere fact that you're actually taking complete control of the next few minutes makes this technique instantly hot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently but firmly hold their head or face in your hands.  Don't be overpowering but be in control.  With both your mouths slightly open and lips parted get VERY, VERY close to each other's mouths without really touching.  Get so close that you can actually feel each other's breath.  Occasionally lightly brush lips.  Just hold this position with your eyes closed.  But DO NOT KISS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is where it might bet a little awkward but it's key. Hold this position but don't sit still!   Feel free to move your heads around a little just like you would if you were really kissing.  In other words gentle guide her/his face back and forth as though you WERE kissing. But DON'T kiss. Enjoy the incredible intimacy of being so close and almost kissing but not quite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the important part:  Hold this for a few minutes!   Not 30 seconds. But continue the technique for like 3 or 4 minutes.  Breathe softly on each other.  Brush lips.   Occasionally lick their lip lightly. If you're advanced a quick nibble/tug on the lower lip might work. But again, DO NOT KISS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, after you can't stand it anymore move in for the most amazing kiss ever!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember through this kiss that real art is in the tease of it all. For guys, when you think you've gone three minutes you probably should go one more minute.   You'll know if it's working because you'll be able to feel her/his breathe getting deeper and deeper.  Feel her/his cues. At that point, still DON'T kiss. Go a little longer. THE ART OF THIS IS IN THE TEASE. Trust me.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now GET'ER DONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-1000756047835621249?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1000756047835621249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1000756047835621249' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1000756047835621249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1000756047835621249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/berts-kissing-technique.html' title='Bert&apos;s Kissing Technique'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-3685225549960610805</id><published>2007-12-04T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T15:19:15.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jenn: I'm A Product Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R1XgKegyuhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-eZdBvrc7vY/s1600-h/IMG_5965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R1XgKegyuhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-eZdBvrc7vY/s320/IMG_5965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140261020307208722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen? I am a total product ho! Somehow through my friends' finds, free samples and endless magazine ads, it happened. Now I have embraced it... I love beauty products! Not just any random ones, but ones I MUST have. It has to be buried in my female psyche, interpreting the same message delivered to us in a gagillion forms, a gagillion times a day: "You are defined by your looks." As a women's studies minor in college and susbsequently, a self-professed new generation feminist, I should reject ALL OF THEM. I should say that it doesn't matter to me what my skin looks like, which way my hair flips, what is the perfect length of a dress on my legs... or what anyone out there thinks about them! But I do. I do care very much. While I know that it matters most what I say (especially in radio) and what I think (especially in life), it still matters to me that I present myself in a certain way. I wince to think my professors of feminist thought could ever be reading this, but here it is: The way I look matters to me. And I think most women who are being honest with themselves would agree with me. Even though it wastes too much time in preparation, too much money being a product ho and too much brain space thinking about what we are going to wear to the next event, it gives us that extra boost of confidence (contrived or real) to accomplish our goals. Now the theory that I don't subscribe to is everyone looking THE SAME. Blah. Maybe I will blog about that another day. Now I have to go deep condition. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-3685225549960610805?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3685225549960610805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=3685225549960610805' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3685225549960610805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3685225549960610805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-jenn-im-product-ho.html' title='From Jenn: I&apos;m A Product Ho'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R1XgKegyuhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-eZdBvrc7vY/s72-c/IMG_5965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-2049102250307996326</id><published>2007-12-04T04:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T04:04:44.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM JEFF</title><content type='html'>I update JeffDauler.com and forget to tell you about it here.  So, whenever you get a chance ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;www.JeffDauler.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-2049102250307996326?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2049102250307996326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=2049102250307996326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2049102250307996326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2049102250307996326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-jeff.html' title='FROM JEFF'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-8223682324070987550</id><published>2007-12-03T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T07:14:41.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations from Behind Purple and Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R1QC7egyugI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Zi6lMHfe3cY/s1600-R/MelissaLSU100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139736295562721794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R1QC7egyugI/AAAAAAAAAB0/l0MrXQbwmdQ/s200/MelissaLSU100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't fret, Orange Nation. My blood still runs orange, but my face this week is Purple and Gold. That's the result of a great bet gone wrong - since Tennessee's offense decided not to capitalize on the opportunities the defense provided. Not that I'm bitter. But, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LSU&lt;/span&gt; won the SEC Championship, I have to wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LSU&lt;/span&gt; colors purple and gold on my face ALL WEEK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the rest &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2007/12/03/observations-from-behind-purple-and-gold.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-8223682324070987550?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8223682324070987550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=8223682324070987550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8223682324070987550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8223682324070987550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/observations-from-behind-purple-and.html' title='Observations from Behind Purple and Gold'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/R1QC7egyugI/AAAAAAAAAB0/l0MrXQbwmdQ/s72-c/MelissaLSU100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-309941607371597229</id><published>2007-11-20T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T07:49:37.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Fights Demons During Holidays</title><content type='html'>I know that Thanksgiving is a time for giving thanks. And I totally recognize that I got so lucky when I married Stacey. With her I inherited THE most awesome in laws. However, I think every holiday I go through a little quasi-depression 'cause I wasn't raised where family was a priority. And that's a major understatement. Even though I really do feel that Stacey's family IS my family I sure wish my parents raised me with the same kind of closeness they have.  Frankly I'm a little jealous.  I guess I should just get over my family history 'cause I'm a grown damn man now and that's in the past.   But, to be totally honest, I carry around a little part of me that's kinda bummed this time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-309941607371597229?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/309941607371597229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=309941607371597229' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/309941607371597229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/309941607371597229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/bert-fights-demons-during-holidays.html' title='Bert Fights Demons During Holidays'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-7221350412347851203</id><published>2007-11-13T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:32:33.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert's Take on Steve and Vikki</title><content type='html'>Over the past few weeks I've received some email asking how I feel about Steve and Vikki being off the air. The Bert Show addressed this once on the air. But I figure if I put it into writing then I can just address all others to this when they call or write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take on Steve and Vikki is the same today as it was the first day I arrived on Q100 almost seven years ago. I admire them. I respect then. And I'm jealous of them. These two had strong ratings in Atlanta for 17 years. That is UNHEARD of in the radio industry. To be able to evolve for that long and keep strong ratings is really an amazing accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I think the Bert Show was a better radio product than Steve and Vikki. I'm proud of my show. But that doesn't take away from the fact that I respect the success that they have had for almost two decades. How can you NOT respect and honor that kind of longevity. I want it for myself and I want it for my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night about a year ago I was having a business conversation with my friend Justin. My contract was up and I had some stations in Atlanta approach me about my future. I was sort of confused and having real loyalty issues 'cause Q100 took a BIG chance on me when they hired me. I had no previous morning show hosting experience but they had the confidence in me to allow me to pick the players on my team and create a show that was in my head. I was part of the Q10O foundation and this station is very personal to me. And Cumulus has really treated me well since they bought us. Anyway, the backdrop for my conversation with Justin was the bar at his restaurant. He said to me that in business I'm no different than one of the Hangar One bottles behind his bar. "When my customers are done drinking Hangar then I'll replace it with Grey Goose. When they aren't buying Grey Goose anymore I'll replace that bottle with Belvedere. In business if you're not the owner you're just a Vodka bottle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARSH, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times in the heat of competition over the past seven years that we've had fun at Steve and Vikki's expense. But it has NEVER been personal for me. I've had, perhaps, two conversations with Steve McCoy. Vikki sent over a glass of champagne for me and my wife at a restaurant one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they want it, Steve and Vikki will be on the radio again in Atlanta. And they have earned that. I sincerely hope that Vikki's health issues get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that some day people won't be "drinking" The Bert Show as much as they are now. And with any luck I'll be able to stay around as successfully as Steve and Vikki have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here audio of our conversation &lt;a href="http://www.allthehitsq100.com/bertshow/images/Steve%20and%20Vikki.mp3"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7221350412347851203?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7221350412347851203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7221350412347851203' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7221350412347851203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7221350412347851203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/berts-take-on-steve-and-vikki.html' title='Bert&apos;s Take on Steve and Vikki'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-6654468134600741307</id><published>2007-11-12T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:02:52.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert Talks Vision</title><content type='html'>I gotta tell ya. I miss Vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few clubs I've been in thathad a vibe like that place had in midtown, right? I lost way too many brain cells and saw too many things I shouldn't have seen in thatplace. And, well, I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there's good news for those of youthat miss Vision, too. I had a walk through today at the new club that the owners of Vision are putting in. It's in the OLD Velvet Room spot. Right up the street from Jocks and Jills on Peachtree. Now, the new place is just a shell of what it's going to be once it opens (not sure of date yet. But soon. February?). In fact they haven'teven picked a color scheme for the dance side of the club. And I'm not sure how much I can tell ya without the owners getting ^&amp;amp;%$ at me. So I have to be careful. But the blueprints and the club itself are hot.  It's actually two clubs in one.  One side is going to be sorta vip "loungeish."  The other is a full on dance club.  You can enter the dance side from the lounge but not the other way around. That's how exclusive they are trying to keep the lounge side. The outside sorta has a Miami club feel…lot's of windows out front. It's like they brought the best ideas from Compound, Velvet and Vision and put them into the new place. Lots of VIP space on the dance club side. But it's set up to where you can see everybody in the club. I don't think that there are any "blind" spaces." Oh, and it's two stories withthe VIP cabanas overlooking the dance floor. And, at least by the looks of it, plenty of bathroom space on the club side underneath the actual club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get them to let The Bert Show/Q100 to do a soft opening just for our listeners. You'd get to see the club before anybody else in Atlanta. I'll let ya know if they buy into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-6654468134600741307?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6654468134600741307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=6654468134600741307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6654468134600741307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6654468134600741307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/bert-talks-vision_12.html' title='Bert Talks Vision'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-2105954685301662683</id><published>2007-11-09T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T02:44:39.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Carter Transplant Fund</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RzQ5puxTSbI/AAAAAAAAABs/pLrDB86Q3Fo/s1600-h/TransplantFundLogo200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130789264574073266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RzQ5puxTSbI/AAAAAAAAABs/pLrDB86Q3Fo/s200/TransplantFundLogo200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nearly 6,000 people die annually - or 18 people each day - awaiting an organ transplant. I was fortunately not part of that statistic, having my kidney transplant 5 years ago this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it really been 5 YEARS? Doesn't seem like it, but my cousin Pam made the ultimate selfless act of donating her life-saving kidney on November 8, 2002.  Since that humbling event, things have gone well for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another humbling event for me has taken place this week.  Piedmont Hospital, where Pam and I underwent the transplant, has created the Melissa Carter Transplant Fund in honor of the 5-year anniversary of the surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read More &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2007/11/06/melissa-carter-transplant-fund.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-2105954685301662683?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2105954685301662683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=2105954685301662683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2105954685301662683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2105954685301662683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/melissa-carter-transplant-fund.html' title='Melissa Carter Transplant Fund'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RzQ5puxTSbI/AAAAAAAAABs/pLrDB86Q3Fo/s72-c/TransplantFundLogo200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-7203088009354865569</id><published>2007-11-08T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:40:29.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION BON JOVI FANS ... from Jeff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;www.JeffDauler.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7203088009354865569?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7203088009354865569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7203088009354865569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7203088009354865569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7203088009354865569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/attention-bon-jovi-fans-from-jeff.html' title='ATTENTION BON JOVI FANS ... from Jeff'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-6943489306197828449</id><published>2007-11-06T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:22:56.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jenn: Embracing Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RzEhdslBf7I/AAAAAAAAABk/WN2ihdsoRPo/s1600-h/IMG_5861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RzEhdslBf7I/AAAAAAAAABk/WN2ihdsoRPo/s200/IMG_5861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129918244618076082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a self-admitted, life-long perfectionist, I have decided to embrace mistakes. I would like to say I am comfortable in this phase, but it is making me squirm. It may be the curse of the first born child, it may be trying to always make everyone else happy, it may be the fear of doing anything wrong... but it is all out the window. The start of this shake-up of my little life was in taking improv comedy classes. I have been attending for about 5 weeks now and I am terrible. It is the most embarrassing, challenging, uncomfortable experience I may have ever had and I can't get enough of it. I'm addicted to the failure of it all. It's beautiful! Yes and... it's defeating too. Yes and... it is wonderful. Yes and... (just kidding, you get it.) So then I thought, where else should I start failing? I'm not returning all phone calls, not doing laundry (just shopping instead), not cleaning the house like crazy, not saying no anymore to deliciously irresponsible things. I went to a concert until midnight last week! (That is crazy when I get up at 3:30AM.) I'm painting my toes a trashy fire red; doing yoga after wine; listening to my favorite album from high school; I am feeling out of sorts, selfish. It's weird. Am I having an interesting epiphany or a momentary lapse of my typically good judgment? I am thankful to have amazing people around me to lift me up. This is a photo of me with one of my girls, April. She's younger AND much wiser than me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-6943489306197828449?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6943489306197828449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=6943489306197828449' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6943489306197828449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6943489306197828449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-jenn-embracing-mistakes.html' title='From Jenn: Embracing Mistakes'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RzEhdslBf7I/AAAAAAAAABk/WN2ihdsoRPo/s72-c/IMG_5861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-4307277773393787929</id><published>2007-11-06T13:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T13:38:48.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUBCAPS AND H20 ... from Jeff</title><content type='html'>Just a bunch of random stuff and pictures, now that the letters are done and I have a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;www.JeffDauler.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4307277773393787929?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4307277773393787929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4307277773393787929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4307277773393787929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4307277773393787929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/hubcaps-and-h20-from-jeff.html' title='HUBCAPS AND H20 ... from Jeff'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-6056472821691003033</id><published>2007-11-01T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:24:31.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JEFF'S DNA TEST</title><content type='html'>Read all about it at &lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;www.JeffDauler.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-6056472821691003033?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6056472821691003033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=6056472821691003033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6056472821691003033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6056472821691003033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/jeffs-dna-test.html' title='JEFF&apos;S DNA TEST'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-7920966440947849126</id><published>2007-10-30T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:53:12.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert and Stacey's Phone</title><content type='html'>I always thought I was pretty secure in my marriage.  My wife has never given me any reason to think she is even capable of an affair.   But from time to time I find myself picking up her cell and checking the sent and received texts. I'm embarrassed about it. In fact, if the roles were reversed I'd be really upset.  I have ZERO reason to distrust my wife.  I'm pretty surprised and confused by my insecurity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7920966440947849126?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7920966440947849126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7920966440947849126' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7920966440947849126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7920966440947849126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/bert-and-staceys-phone.html' title='Bert and Stacey&apos;s Phone'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-5180259254542936785</id><published>2007-10-29T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:02:23.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JEFF'S OFTEN-REQUESTED HALLOWEEN STORY</title><content type='html'>In 2005, Jessica and I went to Savannah for Halloween. The following story is true, and happened during our visit. I told it on the air right after our visit, and a replay is requested each Halloween. I think we are replaying it this year, on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and I arrived in Savannah about 4 p.m. on Friday. We checked into our hotel and lounged around for a couple of hours. We had dinner reservations at 8:30, and while Jessica was getting dressed, I went down to the hotel lobby to work on the computer. The only proper desk in the lobby was the concierge desk, and it was vacant. I took a seat and started tapping away on my laptop. A few minutes later, a woman came up to me, and thinking I worked for the hotel, asked me if I would be willing to recommend her husband's Savannah ghost tours. I explained to her that I wasn't the concierge, but in turn asked her if her husband had any availability for late that evening. She set Jessica and I up for a tour after our dinner ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;http://www.jeffdauler.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-5180259254542936785?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5180259254542936785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=5180259254542936785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5180259254542936785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5180259254542936785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/jeffs-often-requested-halloween-story.html' title='JEFF&apos;S OFTEN-REQUESTED HALLOWEEN STORY'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-1094198235078464273</id><published>2007-10-28T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:01:58.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES FROM JEFF</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a visit to NY to see the 'rents. Some pics are online at &lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;JeffDauler.com&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-1094198235078464273?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1094198235078464273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1094198235078464273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1094198235078464273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1094198235078464273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures-from-jeff.html' title='PICTURES FROM JEFF'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-7846374791457425255</id><published>2007-10-25T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T12:05:32.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa's Toby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RyDo6MlBf6I/AAAAAAAAABc/vtAhsFcMzFU/s1600-h/Toby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RyDo6MlBf6I/AAAAAAAAABc/vtAhsFcMzFU/s200/Toby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125352462454194082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been difficult to write this blog, since documenting the event would make it real.  But it is indeed real, and my constant companion of 12 years is now running free in far greener and bigger back yards than Sandy Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 3pm on October 17th to find my Golden Retriever lying in a seemingly casual position on the living room floor.  But seeing his blonde frame a little too close to a chair for comfort and his mouth partially open, I realized something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read More &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2007/10/25/toby.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7846374791457425255?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7846374791457425255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7846374791457425255' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7846374791457425255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7846374791457425255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/melissas-toby.html' title='Melissa&apos;s Toby'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RyDo6MlBf6I/AAAAAAAAABc/vtAhsFcMzFU/s72-c/Toby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-5425133397374062468</id><published>2007-10-10T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:53:01.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jenn: The more I learn, the less I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/Rw2Pi_RbD8I/AAAAAAAAABU/VB0dth4AkN0/s1600-h/IMG_5748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/Rw2Pi_RbD8I/AAAAAAAAABU/VB0dth4AkN0/s200/IMG_5748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119906182652956610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concept is becoming clearer to me in just the last couple of days. A few randoms...&lt;br /&gt;To begin, I just read Jeff's blog and for the first time realized that the video game everyone on the planet is addicted to right now is spelled "Wii" and not "Wee."  &lt;br /&gt;Next, I learned from friends that adopting a baby is a simultaneously slow and fast process. You wait, wait, wait and then in an instant, you are parents.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to learn and apply this quote I read today to my life: "Having a plan is not necessarily a good idea." - Napoleon&lt;br /&gt;No matter how loud I play the music, I can't drown out my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;The more I think I know myself, the less certain I am of who that is. It's refreshing, exciting even and yet unstable, frightening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-5425133397374062468?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5425133397374062468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=5425133397374062468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5425133397374062468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5425133397374062468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-jenn-more-i-learn-less-i-know.html' title='From Jenn: The more I learn, the less I know'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/Rw2Pi_RbD8I/AAAAAAAAABU/VB0dth4AkN0/s72-c/IMG_5748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-1331305104888724237</id><published>2007-10-09T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:46:00.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jeff:  A few random things ...</title><content type='html'>Read all about them at &lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;JeffDauler.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-1331305104888724237?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1331305104888724237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=1331305104888724237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1331305104888724237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/1331305104888724237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-jeff-few-random-things.html' title='From Jeff:  A few random things ...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-3027987380259964255</id><published>2007-10-09T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:29:50.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa.....A Mother?</title><content type='html'>I won't have it as good as my parents.  But I will do my best to achieve a big chunk of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally children are meant to do better and have more than their parents.  My parents were married for 50-years, had 3 children, and built the home I grew up in.  And, once retired, they were able to live debt-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a gay woman, my path isn't as smooth in regards to life's goals like marriage and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came to mind after I shared with The Bert Show my decision to freeze my eggs.  It was last Friday when I had my consultation with the fertility doctor about my choices.  It's not that I plan on being a mother any time soon, but I want to be able to still have the choice to be a natural mother when the time comes.  As a kidney transplant recipient, and a woman in my late-30's, I didn't want to take for granted that I - or my eggs - will be at optimum health in a few years if my girlfriend and I decide to start a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/2007/10/09/to-be-a-mom-or-not-to-be-a-mom.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-3027987380259964255?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3027987380259964255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=3027987380259964255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3027987380259964255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/3027987380259964255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/melissaa-mother.html' title='Melissa.....A Mother?'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-5275937470273480783</id><published>2007-10-03T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:16:49.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to high school</title><content type='html'>JENN:&lt;br /&gt;So prom is this weekend, yes, it is a second chance prom, but I do feel like I have been whisked right back to the high school days. Preparations for prom (first or second) are exactly the same. What to wear, who to go with, where to eat dinner, who is going to sit next to whom, will we dance together, etc. And then the same high school insecurites creep up too! Here are a few of the conversations going on in my head right now. "How is my dress going to look compared to the other girls? I mean, I like the dress I have planned to wear. But it's short, I bet all the other girls are going to wear long dresses. I wonder if I will feel out of place. Maybe it's too short. I wonder if I will get any dirty looks. Plus if I wear my heels, am I going to be taller than my date in all the pictures? So what, I like those heels. But maybe I should go looking for another dress, a long flowing one. But really, who cares if I look different? I probably don't have time anyway, between the nails and hair appointment in the next two days. Wait, but I care! It is PROM!!" Seriously, I need to get a grip. High school or not, prom stresses me out, puts me back inside my 17 year old mind and make me worry all over again what my friends will think. So do we ever grow up? Apparently the answer for me is simply, no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-5275937470273480783?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5275937470273480783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=5275937470273480783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5275937470273480783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/5275937470273480783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-high-school.html' title='Back to high school'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-8300817373295203516</id><published>2007-10-02T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:37:24.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Attempts To Save Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RwLjNfRbD7I/AAAAAAAAABM/Ufjr53kRcRk/s1600-h/Holiday+Cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116901947518685106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RwLjNfRbD7I/AAAAAAAAABM/Ufjr53kRcRk/s320/Holiday+Cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I may have learned it from my mother, Millie Pete, first. And then it was reinforced by my first educational experience - Granny Gayle's Pre-School. That lesson? Halloween is in October, Thanksgiving is in November, and Christmas is in December. You trick-or-treat for one, make a decorative hand turkey for another, and leave out cookies and milk for Santa at the end of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as I've grown older retailers seemed to start placing their Christmas products out on shelves and aisles earlier and earlier, to the point I see Christmas decorations as early as August! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has inspired me to start the &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/campaigntosavehalloween"&gt;CAMPAIGN TO SAVE HALLOWEEN&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://blog.melissatimes.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-8300817373295203516?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8300817373295203516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=8300817373295203516' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8300817373295203516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/8300817373295203516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-may-have-learned-it-from-my-mother.html' title='Melissa Attempts To Save Halloween'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RwLjNfRbD7I/AAAAAAAAABM/Ufjr53kRcRk/s72-c/Holiday+Cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-7727429839004119605</id><published>2007-10-02T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:57:24.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Bert</title><content type='html'>Isn't it rare that you can actually get peace of mind about a stressful decision you've made? Are you ever quite sure you made the right decision? After I posted my blog about struggling with the decision to give up our two dogs I got this email from the family that ended up adopting them.   I can't tell you the sense of relief I got when received this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My name is (omitted) and I am writing you about Dude and Bodie. I understand that a few people have gotten in touch with you letting you know that the dogs are OK. My family has adopted Dude and Bodie and they are doing TERRIFIC!! Jason called and told me about them and our lives haven't been the same since. I was so honored that Jason thought of us when he talked to you. I hesitated getting in touch with you because I wasn't sure if it would be too painful for you. After reading your blog, it is very obvious that you love these dogs very much and that you agonized over this decision. You are not selfish because you put the dogs needs ahead of your own wants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dude and Bodie are doing great. Here's a little info on our family. My husband, (omit) and I are both 38. We have two boys as you do…..(omit) is 12 and (omit)  is 9. We also have a 2 year old English Springer Spaniel,  who was ready for a playmate, but surprised to get TWO!! I am a stay at home mom and the dogs are right with me pretty much all day. They love taking rides to pick up the boys after school. My boys are both involved in travel soccer so we are on the go just about every evening. Dude and Bodie have been to the soccer fields with us (when it is not too hot). They bark at the other dogs (it is a very dog friendly field) and as you can imagine, they draw all sorts of attention. They love to take walks in the neighborhood and again the attention. They get along great with (dog's name omitted).  Dude and Casey will run around all morning. Bodie will, too, but he takes breaks!! He will get a burst of energy and then lay down under the fan on the patio. I ha ve a rope that all three can tug on and they drag each other across the yard. The boys are having a blast with them. The dogs are loving all of the attention and are exhausted at the end of the day. The way that Bodie starts snoring about a second after closing his eyes, and the way that Dude sleeps with his tongue hanging out are just a couple of ways they have stolen our hearts. My husband  has always wanted a bulldog. He is a former Marine (who served in the first Gulf War) and their mascot is the bulldog. He loves their attitude and their ugly (but cute) faces. We certainly did not think we would ever get a bulldog (or two) this way, but we have definitely embraced the opportunity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry if I rambled, but I want you to be at peace with your decision. I would love to send you a picture of all of us so you can see for yourself that they are OK. I can assure you that we always love and take care of these dogs. They are full of spunk and personality and are so special. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live about 10 minutes from Jason (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://puppychase.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;puppychase.com &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;) in Loganville right off Highway 78. If you are ever out this way or passing by, we would love to meet you in person. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7727429839004119605?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7727429839004119605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7727429839004119605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7727429839004119605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7727429839004119605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-bert.html' title='From Bert'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-2572595510267980839</id><published>2007-09-29T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:50:58.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff:  The Two-Day Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;48,404&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the pedometer I was borrowing, I walked 48,404 steps today in the Atlanta Two-Day Walk. I also burned 2000 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Two-Day route planners, it was just shy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEE THE REST, AND THE PICTURES, AT &lt;a href="http://www.jeffdauler.com/"&gt;www.JEFFDAULER.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-2572595510267980839?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2572595510267980839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=2572595510267980839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2572595510267980839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/2572595510267980839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/jeff-two-day-walk.html' title='Jeff:  The Two-Day Walk'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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-8318769523723193278.post-6106855714306943378</id><published>2007-09-25T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:46:29.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Bert</title><content type='html'>I've managed to live my life relatively regret free. I jumped down a flight of stairs at a fraternity and jacked up my knee. It's never been the same.   I regret that. When I left my hometown of San Diego for a job offer in Washington, DC I brought with me a girl I knew wasn't going to last forever. Within six months she was on a plane back to California. I just was too scared to move alone and made a huge mistake by asking her to move with me.   I regret that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody told me not to do it. Everybody told me to wait. Everybody told me the timing was all wrong. But I was bullheaded  and arrogant and selfish.  I bought two English Bulldog puppies months before our second son, Hollis, was born. I figured I'd have them trained and when the new baby came they'd rely on each other while my family adjusted to the new baby. Then life would be back to normal and I'd have plenty of time to spend with the dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I was naïve and stupid and totally wrong. I never had time for the dogs.  I was so stressed out trying to finish up work to spend what remaining time I had left in my day with my kids that the dogs were neglected.   Yea. I'd spend ten minutes here and ten minutes there with them. But for most of the day, they were by themselves with little family interaction.  My wife was juggling both kids and sure didn't have time to spend with them either.  It was totally unfair to the dogs.  I saw them begging for attention and I just couldn't give it to them.   I saw them getting more sad each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought is that when you buy a dog you make a life-long commitment to that dog.  So, I tried for months and months each day to carve out more time each day for the dogs. But every time I seemed to have any extra time for the dogs, my five year old was begging to play baseball or play with him. Or the new baby was crying and needed to be fed or held.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after painfully struggling with this for months I knew what the right thing was to do. Find the dogs a better home. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.   I was having big time loyalty issues.  Until I realized that I could make the initial bad decision to get the dogs even worse by keeping them.   I didn't see any way to make more time for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only thought was that if I couldn't find a family that would adopt BOTH of them then I'd figure out a way to make this work .   They grew up together and they are inseperable. I called my breeder. A great guy named Jason at Puppy Chase kennels.  Nobody cares more about these dogs than he does and I knew he'd place them in a great home. He totally understood and said he already knew the perfect family for them. A family that had a few kids that probably couldn't afford the initial costs but has always wanted Bulldogs.  Within twenty four hours he placed them in a better home than I could provide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am 100% clear that the right decision was finding them a better family that could give them the time that they need. But I can't seem to stop beating myself up for getting them in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-6106855714306943378?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6106855714306943378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=6106855714306943378' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6106855714306943378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/6106855714306943378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/from-bert.html' title='From Bert'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-4166295498104191368</id><published>2007-09-25T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T03:58:43.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break a Leg? Melissa Just Might...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RvjbuvRbD6I/AAAAAAAAABE/2bfo3jq-P54/s1600-h/Book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RvjbuvRbD6I/AAAAAAAAABE/2bfo3jq-P54/s320/Book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114078972889206690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous? Me? Absolutely, as I repeat my monologue in my head over and over and over again.  I'm working on the piece I will do for this week's Atlanta premiere of "A Memory, a Monologue, a Rant, and a Prayer," by Eve Ensler.  The readings are an effort to end violence against Women and Girls as part of &lt;a href="http://www.vday.org/congo_splash.html"&gt;VDay&lt;/a&gt;.  Other performers who will be on stage include our own Jenn Hobby, Eve Ensler HERSELF, OSCAR-WINNER Jane Fonda, THEATRE COMPANY FOUNDER Kenny Leon... and INDIGO GIRL Emily Saliers! So, yeah, I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piece is called, "In Memory of Imette," which talks about women's fear of being raped.  Imette St. Guillen, a victim of a brutal rape and murder not long ago, is honored in the monologue.  One night at home as I was reading and re-reading the piece, Katie went online to look up St. Guillen, and as she told me the story of how that fatal night went I had to stop her.  I couldn't hear it all, especially right before bedtime.  Before that point I had been trying to figure out how to "perform" the reading, without an emotional connection to Imette.  But I soon realized in order to truly be responsible for "In Memory of Imette," I had to know.  But even then I couldn't take in all the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, if you can't see the play then at least buy the book.  But more importantly, share the stories with the men in your life.  The whole Idea behind this joined effort is to End Violence, and it takes everyone to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be an honor to say Imette's name on stage.....but I'm still nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  See the performance &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQPCvGSzsbE"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-4166295498104191368?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4166295498104191368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=4166295498104191368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4166295498104191368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/4166295498104191368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/break-leg.html' title='Break a Leg? Melissa Just Might...'/><author><name>The Bert Show's Blog</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RvjbuvRbD6I/AAAAAAAAABE/2bfo3jq-P54/s72-c/Book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318769523723193278.post-7255945716392236507</id><published>2007-09-20T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:37:23.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to blogging... I think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RvMe8vRbD1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ybTvIoe3Up4/s1600-h/jennryorsay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FFUlG6hAT4E/RvMe8vRbD1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ybTvIoe3Up4/s200/jennryorsay.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112464030826172242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENN:&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my hand-written journals in college and high school, I have no blogging experience. I am looking forward to it and a little nervous about it. I guess I am only nervous that I will blog while drinking wine and thus, spill my guts. I guess that is what it is all about, right? In Vino Veritas! Here's a photo of me and Ryan from this summer's vacation in Paris, France... a trip that included plenty of wine! This is our "self-portrait" at the Musee D'Orsay, a former railway station that is now a 19th and 20th century art museum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318769523723193278-7255945716392236507?l=bertshowblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7255945716392236507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8318769523723193278&amp;postID=7255945716392236507' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7255945716392236507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318769523723193278/posts/default/7255945716392236507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertshowblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/looking-forward-to-blogging-i-think.html' title='Looking forward to blogging... 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