<?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-8477705103875184962</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:19:35.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURN NOTICE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8477705103875184962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BURN NOTICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636435198839700252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sORvC98D71Y/S_lRJ7J5ATI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vKbW5BVhwww/S220/Pete_Puma.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477705103875184962.post-3838600944097412294</id><published>2010-07-31T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:39:42.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAY HAY HAY</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm trying to write one &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; those Christmas card letters that tells everyone how much better there life is than yours. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You know I guess I would never make it as a writer, I'm not very talkative, maybe I should write after I've had a beeer, but since I do this at work prob not a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Going to the wall in the car that is on it's way to the bus, and let me tell you that was one fun ride. Playing v-ball last night had a blast, just with I would have been hit with lighting. That way maybe I I I I I I might have been able to sssssspike the ball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Butt all the same sure am glad the heavy stuff didn't come down till later. As I sit here listing to some yazz flute and because Georgia happens to be on my mind, I would love a peach and a tall glass of something that taste a lot like something the good end of a kiss, cuz there's nothing sweeter than a kiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just wish I knew where to put all these commas and little dots. I also wish I had a cute little face to put right here :) sure would have better it was yella and a big set of lips on it. I like bacon! That's just a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As life goes on, and you get older, and you should be getting wiser. How come you keep doing time in your own mind. If knowing that what you do today, will affect what happens tomorrow then how do you know that what you do tomorrow might affect what happened today. Only because the time you spend on thinking and worrying about the past only makes the future a place that is full of worries, and why worry about the future if all your going to do is worry about the past. Shit live it up and live in the now cuz the past is the past and the future is not a guarantee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's my soap box, crap just starts coming out after a while, how your future is full of soon to be past, as long as you can remember the past that means your on the right side of the dirt, and that's a good thing, hope you find yourself there tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8477705103875184962-3838600944097412294?l=bearleeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/feeds/3838600944097412294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/2010/07/hay-hay-hay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8477705103875184962/posts/default/3838600944097412294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8477705103875184962/posts/default/3838600944097412294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/2010/07/hay-hay-hay.html' title='HAY HAY HAY'/><author><name>BURN NOTICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636435198839700252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sORvC98D71Y/S_lRJ7J5ATI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vKbW5BVhwww/S220/Pete_Puma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477705103875184962.post-7526629556929335713</id><published>2010-05-30T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T09:01:37.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Out with the Old Lady.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sORvC98D71Y/TAKKpmKuE9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KB6jtyn_a8k/s1600/SNAKE+HUNT+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477092544060724178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sORvC98D71Y/TAKKpmKuE9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KB6jtyn_a8k/s320/SNAKE+HUNT+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  After a lovely 8 hours at work, I get home and send the boy off with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;, and the girl off with my sis. The kids away the adults will play. So off we go, zoom zoom away on the scooter. Oh but wait need to stop at the bike store, need to pick up new helmet for wife. When your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to MO you need to remember they have helmet laws. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; MO bound, first stop Knuckleheads for open jam. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walkin&lt;/span&gt; into the place, I held the door for what looked to be a 14 year old girl carrying her gig bag, how cool would that of been to see her play. Prob the best free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;consert&lt;/span&gt; you will ever see from people who are there for fun. 6:00 by now and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rumbly&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tumbly&lt;/span&gt;, food bound and yes the winner was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;messican&lt;/span&gt;, Southwest Blvd will fill the bill. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;drivin&lt;/span&gt; by the place twice we choose El Patron. Ding, Ding, Ding we have a wiener, holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;moly&lt;/span&gt; you need to try the Chicken Enchiladas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Moli&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;moli&lt;/span&gt; was excellent and blended well with the rice and beans. For a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; dinner snack make sure you order the Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Empanadas&lt;/span&gt;, it comes with a bowl of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cheezy&lt;/span&gt; greatness, that would go good on anything from a door knob to a stapler, yea it's that good. With our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bellys&lt;/span&gt; full and big smiles on our faces we head to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;casa&lt;/span&gt;, for quiet bliss. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Watchin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; it doesn't take long before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cheezy&lt;/span&gt; greatness and the sweet and spicy of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;moli&lt;/span&gt; start turning my eye lids into a weight that only a pillow, and a blanket can satisfy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8477705103875184962-7526629556929335713?l=bearleeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/feeds/7526629556929335713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/2010/05/night-out-with-old-lady.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8477705103875184962/posts/default/7526629556929335713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8477705103875184962/posts/default/7526629556929335713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/2010/05/night-out-with-old-lady.html' title='A Night Out with the Old Lady.'/><author><name>BURN NOTICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636435198839700252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sORvC98D71Y/S_lRJ7J5ATI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vKbW5BVhwww/S220/Pete_Puma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sORvC98D71Y/TAKKpmKuE9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KB6jtyn_a8k/s72-c/SNAKE+HUNT+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477705103875184962.post-2202906921517791994</id><published>2010-05-23T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T10:31:09.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lee survived the hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sORvC98D71Y/S_lWYVCSyfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oY3mJ_6ofNQ/s1600/SNAKE+HUNT+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474501798009162226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sORvC98D71Y/S_lWYVCSyfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oY3mJ_6ofNQ/s320/SNAKE+HUNT+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Started off doin good,  but somewhere after the 2 shots, throwin worshers, and landin on my heed.  We all managed to make it to the finish, it wasn't first but were we really doin it for the the first place trophy, ah yes we were and so was everyone else.  You don't git to walk threw the drive thru everyday and having the privlage to be in the company of such literary genuies.&lt;br /&gt;  The snake pic has nothin to do with anything I just figered out how to put the thing there and I like the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   Somebody is gun'a have to fill me in on the few thing I missed, got perdy tired at the end of the race and had to take a nap,  somebody must of slipped me a ruffie (can't spell so deel with it) and it your worried bout the  spellin that makes me happpy, because at least one person red this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  I like a lot of things, and also belive that other people like some of the same things that I like.  Cuz if I was the only one that liked it I must be the only one that knows about it, but thats just what eye think.  Speekin of thinkin,  it's just not on my list of greatest acomplishments, but it could if only I could think of a way to put it there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8477705103875184962-2202906921517791994?l=bearleeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/feeds/2202906921517791994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/2010/05/bear-lee-survived-hunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8477705103875184962/posts/default/2202906921517791994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8477705103875184962/posts/default/2202906921517791994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/2010/05/bear-lee-survived-hunt.html' title='Bear Lee survived the hunt'/><author><name>BURN NOTICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636435198839700252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sORvC98D71Y/S_lRJ7J5ATI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vKbW5BVhwww/S220/Pete_Puma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sORvC98D71Y/S_lWYVCSyfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oY3mJ_6ofNQ/s72-c/SNAKE+HUNT+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477705103875184962.post-161771117591937298</id><published>2010-05-23T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T08:56:08.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST TIMER</title><content type='html'>I can blog with the rest of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8477705103875184962-161771117591937298?l=bearleeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/feeds/161771117591937298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-timer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8477705103875184962/posts/default/161771117591937298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8477705103875184962/posts/default/161771117591937298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearleeone.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-timer.html' title='FIRST TIMER'/><author><name>BURN NOTICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636435198839700252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sORvC98D71Y/S_lRJ7J5ATI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vKbW5BVhwww/S220/Pete_Puma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
