<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 06 Sep 2024 18:53:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>christmas</category><category>life</category><category>parenting</category><category>Al Green</category><category>C3PO</category><category>Father</category><category>George Bush</category><category>Iraqi</category><category>Kings</category><category>Leon</category><category>New Year</category><category>acting</category><category>anchovies</category><category>bling</category><category>channing tatum</category><category>cheerios</category><category>chitlins</category><category>chris</category><category>contact</category><category>denson</category><category>densonator</category><category>denver omelette</category><category>detroit</category><category>diet</category><category>eddie murphy</category><category>facebook</category><category>filth</category><category>friendship</category><category>gaming</category><category>gold</category><category>gravy</category><category>greetings</category><category>grits</category><category>hip hop</category><category>holidays</category><category>ihop</category><category>insults</category><category>internet</category><category>introduction</category><category>jablonski</category><category>kung fu</category><category>kwanzaa</category><category>language</category><category>los angeles</category><category>lots of cusswords</category><category>mama</category><category>martial arts</category><category>mashed patatums</category><category>master cleanse</category><category>mean</category><category>myspace</category><category>positive</category><category>positivity</category><category>postivitiy</category><category>poup</category><category>r. Kelly</category><category>resolution</category><category>retropspective</category><category>rules</category><category>seasons</category><category>shoe</category><category>social network</category><category>sock hop</category><category>soup</category><category>spirituality</category><category>stain</category><category>thinking</category><category>throw</category><category>weight loss</category><category>youtube</category><title>The In Word</title><description>put down the kid, and back away from this blog...</description><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-6456208343821307903</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 18:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T21:16:09.517-08:00</atom:updated><title>Get Your Behind Off That Cross!</title><atom:summary type="text">Literally.So for the first Sunday of Lent, my girlfriend and I decided to go to a Catholic service.  Not that I&#39;m Catholic at all.  Nor would I ever consider it.  Mainly because there&#39;s far too much movement!  Stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down, kneel, stand up, sing, kneel, make the sign of the cross, and shake it all about. It&#39;s like a Biblical version of Simon Says.  Then after all that, </atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-your-behind-off-that-cross.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM3vwzQinQTN5sv3hVDWwEK8_XsyfhdZJaFud_79f99jhxjx73F7bxUT0KfgTG1zqhYMbOaXsK5HME69ZGbTPIH7zahrnAVbv099jlM1XK3cPkuhmkAXloDN3o9AC3ayFRzV8uwdzVQk7L/s72-c/Crossing.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-8411615488432212629</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2009 19:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-11T12:41:36.365-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Chris Brown Beat Down</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;I&#39;ll beat you with my umbrella... ella... ella... eh!&quot;Wow.  I really wasn&#39;t gonna touch on this one.  But somebody&#39;s gotta stand up for the lil&#39; dancin&#39; machine.  I mean, considering I have both of his records.  Now he has one of his own.  ZING!  But seriously, before everybody goes all willy nilly on the dude, let&#39;s take a few things into consideration.  YES, it was extremely dumb what he did. </atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2009/02/chris-down-beat-down.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35bj3fdfhtqpSx3b8Nekm94EKd8jwOm-DZGqMXpV6aaqXdYXFeRrAhXtpKg3g6SHnp2m0o3535JdsPWa9QBjoDei6VxCDufntzUSfa2UkfupgKvN6KZ62NoW4rHM6pHNnutYQQN6MtGTj/s72-c/ChrisBrown.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-2497156658824327887</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2009 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-05T21:22:17.533-08:00</atom:updated><title>Those Orientals Sure Do Love Karaoke!</title><atom:summary type="text">I once dated a Filipina who insisted on dragging me to Karaoke one night with all her friends.  Needless to say, the night ended with a heated argument, a few four letter words, and now somewhere in the world is a 2nd class VHS video of me doing a rendition of &quot;Kiss&quot; by Prince.  Needless to say, that relationship is long gone.  But at least I was a little better than this guy:Unfortunately, (but </atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2009/02/those-orientals-sure-do-love-karaoke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-6119359519915146283</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 23:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T22:38:48.875-08:00</atom:updated><title>So a Guy Doing a Master Cleanse Walks Into a Bar</title><atom:summary type="text">A few of you have asked me both online and offline how the Master Cleanse was going or panned out.  Well kids, I hate to say it, but your dad quit. (&quot;awwwwwww&quot;).  Yup.  I told the Master Cleanse I was going out to get a pack of cigarettes and never came back.  Left with the shirt on my back, a leather jacket, and seven dollars to my name.Don&#39;t get me wrong, it wasn&#39;t like I quit just because.  Or</atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-guy-doing-master-cleanse-walks-into.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLmusMb4BzfSy4TXR2u0cG0l7Ve_XaKTDBn0UmPZCfx8NvGg2sKkvGO3Pub_tjyzMw6klZFAij99cNlI66MMH3y2BFc23We2o8Z-slRBdn6WoqEPPjopCx9yW9vk8o3jNZmcKzSSKLPyA/s72-c/Hungry2.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-5187906880373397827</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-15T12:06:43.435-08:00</atom:updated><title>Big Ol&#39; Inaugural Balls</title><atom:summary type="text">So January 20th marks another historical day in U.S. history.  Actually, world history. Unless you&#39;re catatonic or less than 2 years old, I really don&#39;t have to go into who or what Barack Obama is.  I find it a great coincidence that he gets sworn in as our president the day after we celebrate Martin Luther King&#39;s Birthday. Consecutive celebrations of two American icons on the dawn of a new </atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-black-inaugural-balls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvV7zYpdYjbsLM2q6VOwPPnTDSXLEcx9yIQFeWG7v-0X5Wh2Ah-Eyed7uvxZq40JEawEHVl6vtsmSLJ0XOXwEeWaMeD5FP337LXzRvBDbDqCnwpjixHVEYq36f_mnEIye6MmOK8BgWLJ/s72-c/Barack.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-7686478121992358747</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-14T17:33:26.608-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">densonator</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eddie murphy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">filth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">insults</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">language</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lots of cusswords</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mean</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">retropspective</category><title>Hey!  You!  F*ck Face!</title><atom:summary type="text">Eddie Murphy once had a joke about how Bill Cosby called him and told him he needed to stop saying all that &quot;Filth Flarrin Filth.&quot;  Eddie&#39;s response to the intended lesson was &quot;I didn&#39;t say no Filth Flarrin Filth.&quot;  Then he proceeded to end the call with a standard &#39;80&#39;s Eddie riff which included &quot;F#@K you!, Kiss my A%#, and Suck my D&amp;^K!&quot; and finally, a dial tone. Poor Jello guy....A few days </atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2009/01/say-what-un-unh-no-he-didnt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-8860206943458364865</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 20:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-08T15:27:08.623-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">acting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">channing tatum</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">detroit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hip hop</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ihop</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">los angeles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mashed patatums</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">positivity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sock hop</category><title>A Few Words on Channing Tatum</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve lived in L.A. for a long time.  This place is a Hustler&#39;s heaven. A scavenger&#39;s oasis.  A town where big dreams come to live and die.  Families left behind, cars packed to the gills, headed for lights, palm trees, movie stars and checks with a lot of commas in them.  Just look around at the license plates.  Half the people in L.A. are from some place else.  Most of an initial conversation </atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-words-on-channing-tatum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUGKspK9DWzk7_BmZdH2GGHsHaqk7BGopkNFqe8waXpIgdWoq9dpeEGRN1TIFM07FBk1M2eHkaCXB3sg-AYEfGapBRKQjsFYDuRwsWm6tlzxt3ZnVyuE3Quol4km-61T_iETsWFDu-rqa8/s72-c/Tatum" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-1558631795696413800</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-05T22:28:48.441-08:00</atom:updated><title>Jobs a Black Man Should Never Have - Vol 1.</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ll save my Rick Ross as a Prison Guard blog for later...  For now there&#39;s something terribly serious I&#39;d like to discuss.  There&#39;s something truly disturbing about a Black person in White-face.  And I&#39;m not talking classic Eddie Murphy when he was white for a day on SNL.  I&#39;m talking rope yanking, trapped-in-glass, old fashioned pantomime.  Yes, I&#39;ll admit the look was EXTREMELY cool in Dead </atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2009/01/jobs-black-people-shouldnt-ever-have-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwH5WaQN-0Js0O_a3Yg0SUQAzpvEZ2nssrfvfqH1RgY8rb36hIz6p4XSROt_9OqpjYee7-5AHN9LaefLyA14fPFPo5K80Ek6s96dZl_IKdPwOm7MuPbkDmlV_Nwy22e3sqfudac2aPTBI/s72-c/dead+presidents.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-1379870521675819424</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T16:15:46.352-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">denver omelette</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gold</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mama</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">master cleanse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poup</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">r. Kelly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soup</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spirituality</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weight loss</category><title>What&#39;s Grosser Than Gross?</title><atom:summary type="text">If you guessed a &#39;baby in a blender&#39; or &#39;scab sandwich,&#39; you truly are a sick individual, my friend.  On January 2nd, I began my first Master Cleanse (http://themastercleanse.org/). And let me tell you, this has been an EXPERIENCE.  From the concoctions to the to the detox to the the bathroom mayhem, I&#39;ve basically discovered that we as human beings are disgusting.Day 1 was originally supposed to</atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-grosser-than-gross.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-3260034140247342390</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 21:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T17:22:20.846-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">anchovies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Father</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gravy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grits</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">positive</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thinking</category><title>Turn it around, Big Daddy!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">This is one of my favorite commercials.  It&#39;s hilarious... and if you know me, anything funny moves me.  Secondly it does a great job of making its point and delivering the message.I&#39;ve been doing that cheer/dance all week!  All he needed was a pair of pom poms and a wig.  Ironically, I&#39;m listening to the Kings of Leon album as I&#39;m writing this, which is actually an INCREDIBLE album.  Apparently </atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2008/12/turn-it-around-big-daddy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-5627655366499560816</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-31T08:49:01.212-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Al Green</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">C3PO</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cheerios</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">facebook</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gaming</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">internet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jablonski</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">myspace</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">social network</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">youtube</category><title>YouFace, SpaceBook, and LinkedTube</title><atom:summary type="text">If I get an invite to be on one more social network, I&#39;m gonna shoot myself in the throat (no offense to anyone who has actually killed themselves).   It&#39;s like every other week, I get an email telling me that someone I don&#39;t know has added me as a friend on a website I&#39;ve never visited or heard of.  &quot;Pepe Jablonksi has added you as a friend on PetPals.com&quot; Then you open it, and it tells you all </atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2008/12/youface-spacebook-and-linkedtube.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZGUJBvatXe48hx8EOiEjHe2sUDQzRFh8E_hxhiQ0E36b5DvoKH5bSqzsXLyGsgZ4O1_tQOs11-uT5mme1P8l7KrtGOGYmFHJxM_Viy8SNLv7UA9u532gv8sC9s3DhB8XCCKNQOGAsJKGg/s72-c/social-networks-main_Full.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-7888379985890038535</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2008 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-23T11:53:34.288-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chitlins</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kwanzaa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><title>I Gotta Get a Gotta for Christmas!</title><atom:summary type="text">You know.... It&#39;s funny how often people challenge your decision making skills as a parent.  And most of the time without even realizing it. All throughout the year, people project their expectations on to you with questions about how you parent, offering up unsolicited advice, telling what their friends have done with their kids or even how they raise their pets.  Especially for me, given the </atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-gotta-get-gotta-for-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY4-qbzg7lgKHVAITcBEwogn48vLjGIxHFTSwKmbsJFEBIlBywNpGpe3VdYQclwbR4DXSqZ6nLZYoH-HQd0VZhizh_yvOoBdDH673XPAGLhezElXW3NXVmoz39Uu_vpFr5hbuItz0u2j3W/s72-c/IMG_0332.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-773036776506781300</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 19:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-23T11:51:39.451-08:00</atom:updated><title>Deep Cleaning My Ass</title><atom:summary type="text">Sorry.  I deliberately left out proper punctuation on the title. ;) But seriously... So this morning I go into the dentist for &quot;deep cleaning.&quot;  Boy did I have no idea what I was in for.  In &quot;Bill Cosby, Himself&quot; the great Cos&#39; tells this elaborate, 8-minute story about his trips to the dentist. &quot;my moush... my moush es on fiber!&quot; I always thought it was funny, but now I GET it.  That was some ol</atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2008/12/deep-cleaning-my-ass.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlRNFBjsiki2amxoqKiieYnURs-H9MMtn2b6J8acKPsv1_rtGrCHCu4FsyhmSKDEg_H5GIm3w6ZdbY92P0rfzCY7BbguzZlDipsHypgNgInKk4zW2REVAQc70JIKdcaXopfgd_8o0DNnvx/s72-c/tufe.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-7096674213691034505</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-15T13:48:27.974-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">George Bush</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Iraqi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kung fu</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">martial arts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shoe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">throw</category><title>That Ninja, Bush!</title><atom:summary type="text">OMG!  That had to be one of the funniest things ever in the history of funniness.  My immediate reaction was &quot;Wow, he ducked so flawlessly!&quot;  followed by 3 minutes of laughter in my office.   I&#39;m actually surprised he didn&#39;t put his hand up like Neo in the matrix and calmly say &quot;no;&quot; freezing the shoe in mid air.  I mean this video honestly makes me think George Bush went through at least 1/2 of </atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-ninja-bush.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-573028835139658286</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-14T13:25:31.875-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">greetings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New Year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">postivitiy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">resolution</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rules</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">seasons</category><title>New Year&#39;s Dissolutions</title><atom:summary type="text">Well we are now on the brink of a brand new decade.  Just one more year to go after we bring in 2009.  I&#39;ve broken out everything from my Christmas tree to fancy lights, to organic egg nog, my Kwaanza hat, socks with the toes in them and of course my all time favorite - Mariah Carey&#39;s Christmas album (yes, I&#39;m extremely gay for Mariah, but i&#39;ll save that for another blog).  As we move through the</atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-dissolutions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993945782343385292.post-3520716192177316616</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 22:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T15:26:04.591-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chris</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">contact</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">denson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introduction</category><title>Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself</title><atom:summary type="text">Welcome to The In Word.So a little about me...  I&#39;m a 32-year-old single dad of a 3-year-old, the lover of a 31-year-old, the baby daddy of a 36-year-old, the child of a 66-year-old and a 68-year-old, the acquaintance of many, a friend of few, and 1 bad son of a gun.  I like to consider myself somewhat of a neo-renaissance man.  I&#39;ve been an engineer, a writer, a director, a marketer, a producer,</atom:summary><link>http://theinword.blogspot.com/2008/12/allow-me-to-reintroduce-myself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Densonator)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>