<?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-25423380</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:23:57.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ask why...?</title><subtitle type='html'>Im not really one to talk about myself, but it here it goes.  Im in my 30's, dark hair,dark eyes,italian bloodlines and im single.   I enjoy the outdoors,sports and chilling with my nephews whenever I get the chance and Im originally from Philadelphia now living in Northern Virginia.   I enjoy my work and most importantly I enjoy people....especially the female kind.  So sit back,relax, and come enjoy my journeys with me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-6633461971902452848</id><published>2007-07-02T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:19:01.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question for my readers?</title><content type='html'>How do I list the people that read my blog or blogs I read in my margin?   Any help would be greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-6633461971902452848?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6633461971902452848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=6633461971902452848' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/6633461971902452848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/6633461971902452848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2007/07/question-for-my-readers.html' title='Question for my readers?'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-7515767046706413995</id><published>2007-07-02T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:15:42.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Sex</title><content type='html'>Well I had just returned from a relaxing weekend away from civilization at my mountain home in Pennsylvania. A 5 hour drive back to the DC area, when I get the call from Ms. X, she has decided to go to California for some R&amp;amp;R without me. She asks what time I will be home, I say around 2, she is like my flight is at 5 that leaves m very little time to get my fix of you. I said its not about the length of time but more about the quality of time we spend. Fortunatley for me my roomate was working until 4 and this allowed some time for us to have some peace and quiet. As I neared home I told Ms. X to get on her way and that I would leave the door unlocked for her as I would probably be in the shower. I arrived home, through the luggage in my spare room, the weekends luandry in the washer and headed for the shower. As I jumped I called Ms X and told her to help herself to a drink. As I was lathering up I heard her enter and she walked to the bathroom door to let me know she was here, told her Id be out in a minute and to make herself comfortable in my room. As I was drying off in my door MS X was eyeballing me up and down, and she says its been 5 days since I had your cock in looks wonderful as your toweling off. I asked if how wonderful it looked? She said good enough to eat and immediately took it into her mouth, with one of the ice cubes from her freshly made drink. This was exhillerating to me, as the numbness of the cold and the vision of her working my manhood in and out of her mouth brought me to full erection. I swear she loves making me hard just so she can fuck the hell out of me. She stops right before I cum and says I have a small problem? I am likes whats wrong and she explains that her period is here and that she really needs to fuck me since she is going away for the week. I looked at her and said where is the problem? I mean as a man its not my favorite thing to do, but nothing a towel and or a shower can't fix. I proceeded to my drawer to grab the condom, then to the bathroom for a towel and laid it on the bed. I made Ms X strip for me as I placed the condom on, I think she enjoys stripping for me as I can be hands on and describe to her what I see as she is undressing. Well we were on limited time, so we got down to business, after about 30 minutes and 4 orgasms for MS. X, I had still not cum yet, she was depressed that I hadnt. I said hunny, suck it for me and she did until I came, filling her mouth with my hot love juice and she was qucikly dressed and out the door to the airport. She has called 8 times and texted me about 20 times sicne she has landed and now wishes she invited me to Cali with her, I simply exclaimed next time I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-7515767046706413995?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7515767046706413995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=7515767046706413995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/7515767046706413995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/7515767046706413995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacation-sex.html' title='Vacation Sex'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-1765924962551309672</id><published>2007-06-28T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:56:40.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Change</title><content type='html'>Hello Fellow Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;    I have decided to switch companies within my industry, since my computer is company owned I may be without a computer until July 16th.    I will be back, hope ya'll are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-1765924962551309672?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1765924962551309672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=1765924962551309672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/1765924962551309672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/1765924962551309672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/job-change.html' title='Job Change'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-3650511012342153195</id><published>2007-06-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:05:22.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Toy (No Braggin)</title><content type='html'>Well I guess I need to go back and clue my readers in on the happenings in my life for things to make sense.   I met Ms. X back in March at a local watering hole while out with the boys.   She is this petite blond little fire cracker, that loves to drink and fuck.   I knew from the very instant our eyes met this was no ordinary woman, straight blone her just past her shoulders, the bluest of eyes and a sexy figure.   Fortunately for me I struck up a conversation with her and before the night was through I found out that she was divorced with 2 kids and that she had very limited time for a "significant" other.   After 2 weeks of phone and text tag she begged to meet me at a bar, and I agreed.   She walked in and looked amazing, the whole room practically stood still when she walked in, dressed in her full length fur coat ( it was quite cold at the time), she peeled it off to reveal a short black mini skirt and sheer white top.   I was practically speechless.   We had a few cocktails and got to know each other, the whole time she had her hand in my lap.   I can be very forward at times and didnt mind, I actually like agressive women andfor some reason I am more comfortable with that type, then the shy ones.   I guess because it takes some of the guessing out of the equation when leading to other things.   Anywho....closing time came quickly and we both had discussed being attracted to each other, so I walked her to her car ( mini van) and was surprised when she invited me in.   She whispered in my ear for her to go for a ride with her, and I willingly aggreed.    Not long into the ride, she pulled over onto a dark street and parked.   We started kissing and petting and things got heavy fast, next thing I knew this beautiful woman was between my legs unzipping my pants, she looked at me and confessed that she had fantasized about sucking my cock.    She was a little suprised at the size and girth, I am not a big man in general, but my Italian heritage has served me well.    The more she sucked the harder I got and the bigger my member grew.   I am not trying to brag, but I have this unusual way of staying hard for a long time without shooting my load and even after I get off it usually wont go down.   Back to the van,  after about 20 minutes of working my cock into a lather and not getting me off she looked up at me and exclaimed, "Who are You?".  I am like what do you mean?   She said that she has never seen a guy go through one her BJ's without getting off and I simply replied, I can't cum until you do.    That was all she needed to hear, she says will then get to work.   Dropping her coat and lifting her skirt she peeled off her panties to reveal the cutest little pussy I have seen in a while.    Because it was at night and on a darker part of the street I only got a glimpse, but it was all I needed.    As I sat in the seat, she reached between her legs and guided me into her, she was so wet, yet it was still a rough start do to my girth after gently pushing up and down on me it finally slid in and she let out a small moan. She started riding faster and deeper with each thrust of my hips, she started begging for me to hit her harder and I did, driving her into excstacy...she started moaning dont stop and I kept going deeper and deeper until she finally came all over my cock, she looked back at me with amazement and claimed that was the best she's been fucked in years.    I told her good, because now I needed to, and could finally cum.   She willingly obliged by cleaning off my cock with her tongue and sucking me until I blew my load in her mouth...............mmmmmmmmm yummy.   Well thats the introduction and we have been fucking ever since, she has finally admitted in the last few days that she is addicted to me.   I am her little boy toy and I couldnt be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-3650511012342153195?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3650511012342153195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=3650511012342153195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/3650511012342153195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/3650511012342153195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/boy-toy-no-braggin.html' title='The Boy Toy (No Braggin)'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-7118550648174606886</id><published>2007-06-25T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T16:58:28.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A First for Ms. X</title><content type='html'>Well fellow bloggers it was a great weekend.   Friday evening I hung out with Ms. X ( My Cuddle Buddy) after a few hours at the bar we decided to come back to my place where Ms. X promised a massage.    There is nothing better then a massage after a rough week and some cocktails. Ms. X  loves to keep me happy and I love massages.   As you might have guessed by now the massage led to some great sex.   Ms. X loves the top and I was more then happy to oblige her, Ms. X has claimed to never have squirted or having that big "O" as you ladies like to call it.   After an hour of her riding she started to get really into it and I asked her to focus on her orgasm, as she did I started thrusting harder and harder, so hard I woke my roomate 2 floors above us (either that or Ms. X's love moans woke him.)    After we finished catching our breaths Ms. X exclaimed that she had never felt the way she just did and upon further inspection she procalimed that she had totally climaxed and squirted I guess the giant wetspot on my sheets were her clue.    Tune in later for Saturdays and Sundays update.    Ciao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-7118550648174606886?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7118550648174606886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=7118550648174606886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/7118550648174606886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/7118550648174606886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-for-ms-x.html' title='A First for Ms. X'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-6841704566326436789</id><published>2007-06-08T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:12:14.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Settled</title><content type='html'>Hello Fellow Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;    Well after a rough 2006, both with family and the job market I have resurfaced again and hope to keep my blog up to date.    Where to start..... well I just moved in the last 2 weeks, still living in Virginia but I have moved a little further out from the city to a town called Cetreville.   I am still working in the mortgage industry as Senior Loan Officer and thank God, the market has been much better this year then last.   My mother and Grandmother are both recovering at home finally.   Just a reminder, my mother suffered a heart attack in Decemeber, which was caused by stress with her dealing with her mothers illness for the last year.   I am not sure what else to write at the moment so I will check back later.    Hope everyone is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-6841704566326436789?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6841704566326436789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=6841704566326436789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/6841704566326436789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/6841704566326436789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-settled.html' title='Finally Settled'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115677395236567444</id><published>2006-08-28T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T07:05:52.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I have posted, but things are starting to look up a little finally.   First things first, I have to report that my grandmother by the grace of God is improving.   She started her rehab and last week walked up and back the entire length of the rehab bars with assistance.   Huge improvement considering she hasn't taken a step since early June.  So im feeling better about that and OH she will be 94 on September 1st.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly on Saturday I had 2 football drafts, the first one started early with a huge crab and beer fest.   Then I finished the night off with a concert by a band called the Legwarmers, there an 80's cover band it was a great show.   I was a little hesitant at first to go but Im glad I did, the music was awesome and lets just say I was FUBAR.   If you dont know what FUBAR is ask me and I will tell you.   Oh did I mention that I had two great drafts.   Here are my teams.... league1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB's                                     RB's                                   WR's                             TE's&lt;br /&gt;Donavan McNabb       Carnell Williams             Hines Ward                 Tony Gonzalez&lt;br /&gt;Michael Vick                Shaun Alexander           Derrick Mason             Chris Cooley&lt;br /&gt;Steve Mcnair               Ahman Green                 Jevan Walker&lt;br /&gt;                                       Duce Staley                    Terry Glenn                          Kr's&lt;br /&gt;                                       Chris Brown                   Keenan Mcardell          Nate Keading&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                Antwan Randle El       Matt Stover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEF's     Tampa Bay and Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;League 2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QBS                                    RB's                               WR's                            TE's&lt;br /&gt;Donovan McNabb         Brian Westbrook       Darryl Jackson              Tony Gonzalez&lt;br /&gt;Drew Brees                    Shaun Alexander       Terry Glenn                  Dallas Clark&lt;br /&gt;                                        Tatum Bell                  Keenan McCardell&lt;br /&gt;                                         Cedric Houston          Ashlie Leli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KR                                 DEF&lt;br /&gt;Adam Vinateri            Carolina&lt;br /&gt;                                      Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the first pick in League 1 and the 2nd pick in League 2,  over all I fared pretty well and feel I have strong Fantasy teams, I may need to adjust a little, but Im confident that I will at least make the playoffs in both my leagues, barring any injuries to my Fantasy STUDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have to report that the mortgage business is improving here locally. But at the same time I have picked up a part time job bartending at a restuarant called "The Palm".   If you haven't heard of 'The Palm" check out there website at &lt;a href="http://www.thepalm.com"&gt;www.thepalm.com&lt;/a&gt;.    This is a very high end establishment with 13 locations through out the country.     Hope you all are doing well and hope to hear from you.   My first nigth bartending is tonight so hopefully when I get home I have some comments to respond to.    Have a great day and talk to you all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115677395236567444?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115677395236567444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115677395236567444' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115677395236567444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115677395236567444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115498323427731729</id><published>2006-08-07T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T13:40:34.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has all the business gone?</title><content type='html'>Well I apologize for not being around much lately.  All though there are a few of you who I have visited and left comments for in recent days.   Just to get you up to date, Work has sucked for the most part recently, the home buyers are non existent right now do to the influx in our local market.   So I have been scrambling investigating other jobs and traveling back and forth to Philly for the weekends to be with my Grandmother.   As for the date with Carissa, I will not complete it (the story) at this point since there is no reason, let me just say that I have since hooked her up with a friend of mine and she has done the same for me, hooking me up with a friend of hers.   Life will go on and hopefully I can make some sense of it in the future.    Hope you all are doing well and doing your best to keep cool in the HOT weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115498323427731729?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115498323427731729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115498323427731729' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115498323427731729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115498323427731729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-has-all-business-gone.html' title='Where has all the business gone?'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115409485316909470</id><published>2006-07-28T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:54:13.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Downward Turn</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;   I may be out of commision for a while, unfortunately Grandmom has taken unexpected downward turn, I am traveling back to Philly for the weekend to be by her side.   Please keep my Grandmother and my family in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115409485316909470?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115409485316909470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115409485316909470' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115409485316909470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115409485316909470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/downward-turn.html' title='A Downward Turn'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115384152746942629</id><published>2006-07-25T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:32:07.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday/Sunday Review Part 1</title><content type='html'>A great day, a wonderful time, a great girl.   For the most part Saturday couldnt have gone any better, Carissa picked me up at around 9:30.    I must admit I was waiting in my widnow for her to arrive, bags packed, several of bottles of wine in tow.    When she arrived I wasnt dissapointed, as she opened the door to her car I was amazed at her attire, she was wearing these white linen see through pants and a bikini top, her long hair flowing and shining in the sunlight.   She made it up my steps and immediately embraced me with a hug and a gentle peck on the cheek.  She looked amazing and I was hoping that my excitement wasnt poking through my shorts.&lt;br /&gt;    Living in Northern Virginia it was about a 3 hr drive to our destination in Ocean City, Md.   I thought it would be one of those boring rides where neither person says much, but once again I am Italian and can hold a conversation with just baout anyone on anything.   We first talked about family and siblings, we are polar opposites in these respects, she has 2 sisters and I have 2 older brothers and a sister, our family lives growing up were completely opposite as well, she being the Daddies girl and having a very loving relationship with her entire family.  Where as I love my family but havent always viewed my relationship with them as close or endearing.   I think women view the way you are with your family as a major contibutor for things to happen with them in there perspective realtionships.   Then she got daring, and decided to ask me about my most craziest sexcapade.    I had confessed that about 5 yrs ago at a wedding, I got a little to drunk and provided the some 350 guests with the show of a lifetime with one of the brides maids, she was like OMG thats so funny, and bold in the same statement, I think this was our official ice braking moment.  So as a good listener and I proposed the question to her and was pleasantly suprised when she said well I have 2 crazy moments, the first was having sex in a dressing room at a local department store and the 2nd was having sex in a mensroom, at a local hotel/bar.   Judging by her looks and upbringing I would have had her pegged for little miss innocent, damn I was wrong, now I find myself wanting to open this book of a female and learn more.   Damn look truly can be deciving.    Im going to stop here for now since I need to get to the office, I will be back to finish the details....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115384152746942629?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115384152746942629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115384152746942629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115384152746942629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115384152746942629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturdaysunday-review-part-1.html' title='Saturday/Sunday Review Part 1'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115356891344572379</id><published>2006-07-22T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T04:48:33.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach or Bust........</title><content type='html'>Well today Im doing something I havent really done before, Im sharing my adventourous side.  I met a great girl on Thursday over lunch and low and behold she wanted to do something fun this weekend.   I had suggested a wine tour of a local of vineyard, not wanting to appear to needy or forward.  The idea went over great, except she suggested the beach which I agreed to, the part im a little nervous about is that this is going to be an over night trip.   I dont know why it is, I have a very outgoing personality but its something about spending a night with someone new that really makes my mind wander.  Again, I dont know why it is that I get a little nervous, this girl is beautiful in my opinion.  She is 25 yrs old, intelligent, successful, funny, witty and has the most eye catching smile, any guy would be thrilled to be in her company.   I'm not expecting anything sexual, just a fun relaxing overnight trip to the beach.  I must admit Im curious to see her in her bikini, she has a wonderful body.   Im also curious to learn more about her and Im hoping I can find enough words and conversation topics to keep her interest for 24 hrs.  I will post about the day tommorow upon my return from the beach.   Wish me luck and have a safe weekend yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115356891344572379?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115356891344572379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115356891344572379' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115356891344572379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115356891344572379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/beach-or-bust.html' title='Beach or Bust........'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115342301330861300</id><published>2006-07-20T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T12:16:53.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers Suck!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been without a computer for a few days, unfortunately we had a severe electrical storm on Tuesday which caused my screen to malfunction.  Sent the damn thing back to corporate for repairs, and they neglect to send back my power cord.   I will post when I can, hopefully tommorow.   Hope everyone is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115342301330861300?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115342301330861300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115342301330861300' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115342301330861300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115342301330861300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/computers-suck.html' title='Computers Suck!!!!!!'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115258136936368178</id><published>2006-07-10T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:29:29.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Things Happen in 3's</title><content type='html'>Well if its true that the bad things happens in 3's I have one more bad thing to be on the look out for in the coming weeks.   I received a phone call this morning from my best childhood friends wife , Once I saw the 610 ( Philly) area code and the time of the call, I knew it wasnt good.  The good thing about the call,  was it wasnt about my Grandma, the bad news was that my best friend is now blind and deaf on his left side.   They discovered a tumor in his ear a month ago, and by Friday it had tripled in mass, they performed surgery this morning and as she was scrolling through his phone and found my number and decided I should be informed, I must admit my parents instilled strong CATHOLIC values in me and I always reached out to my friend and his wife and his children over the years, but as we grew older we grew apart.  I always made it a point to call him on his B-day and it was like we never left.   But in the last few years that seemed to be the only time we talked.    I'm hoping now that this unfortunate incident may open his eyes to the value of true friendship.   Yes, I might be 2 hours away from home and my comfort zone but Im still only digits away by phone.   Hell call me collect, I'm saddened that he ended up on the wrong side of the tumor, but Im a little bitter about how he chose not to keep in touch.   The good news is that he still has his life however it may affect him being deaf in one ear and blind in one eye might be,  he still has his wife, and 2 children and family and friends that truly care about him.  No matter how bad or how difficult the obstacle in life might be, GOD gave us all the power to over come.   I will always respect him as my friend and I will never forget my youth and the crazy things we did as kids.   I hope and wish him the best, but the next move after he recovers from surgery is his.   You can lead a horse to water but you can't force it to drink.    So lets review....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Granmom goes for a mean spill and breaks her hip, shoulder and collar bone and has 9 pins inserted, she is in rehab but for 93 yrs old there isnt much hope of her living out her remaining days the way she wanted to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Best friend from homes goes through a tumor and comes out blind and deaf on his left side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hasnt happened yet, but I will let you know when it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends... I am nothing without you and I hope that you know I respect and love you all and  always will until I take my last breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115258136936368178?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115258136936368178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115258136936368178' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115258136936368178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115258136936368178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/bad-things-happen-in-3s.html' title='Bad Things Happen in 3&apos;s'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115253899969811398</id><published>2006-07-10T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:43:19.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITALY WINS!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, after spending a quiet weekend doing yoga and relaxing at the crib, I jumped back on the boat this Sunday.   My beloved Italians were playing in the final of the WORLD CUP.   After a brief scare early in the game, the French ( Les Blues) came out on a mission and scored in the first 6 minutes.   Several minutes later the Italians returned the favor on a great serve from a corner kick and well placed header into the back of the net.   THe game remianed tied through the end of the overtime and went to penalty kicks were the Italians put the game away for good.   It was truly an entertaining and physical game and was a shame someone had to lose.   All though my heart was rooting for Italy, Thierry Henry ( Arsenal Club Team) is one of my favorite players to watch, and I wouldnt have been disappointed if he won a cup this year.   Anyway back to the boat, its not easy to stay sober when you have a house full of liqour and friends.   I did indulge in the cocktails, just not so much as to make me an irritable drunkren lush, knowing that I had to work this morning.    Looking forward to getting to the beach this weekend to do some fishing, getting some sun, and relaxing with some old and new friends.   I will try and post later tonight, but I have a long rough day scheduled see you around 9pm if Im in the mood to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115253899969811398?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115253899969811398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115253899969811398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115253899969811398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115253899969811398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/italy-wins.html' title='ITALY WINS!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115223460812045349</id><published>2006-07-06T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T18:12:12.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much To say....</title><content type='html'>Well, I dont have much to report other then I have been extremely busy with work, and I dont know which end is up. The 4th of July weekend started on Thursday for me, and I did a pretty good job of polluting my liver a little more. Im not really a big drinker, but lately I have been enjoying the fruits of my labor and getting around the town, been hitting,the local bar scene, watching some bands, and enjoying my summer for the most part. The 4th itself was hoot started drinkin aroun noon after playing some soccer with friends, then came back to watch my beloved Italian team play to an amazing victory. Cant wait to see the final game on Sunday. Sorry not much to say but I am really tired, and I feel like between work and play, I have been on this computer all day. So I will catch up later as soon as I feel a little more inspired. Go Italy!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115223460812045349?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115223460812045349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115223460812045349' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115223460812045349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115223460812045349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not much To say....'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115153184068672729</id><published>2006-06-28T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T14:57:20.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From almost killed to Cloud 9</title><content type='html'>Ok, Im not really sure where to start on this one, so let me go back to last night. I went to a seminar last night put on by a Dr. in reference to pain. I left my office at 5 pm for 7:30 meeting. The meeting was in Md. roughly/usually about 25 minute ride from home in Northern Va. I arrived at the meeting at 8, with all the rain it made the area traffic ten times worse, enough said. Some of you may or may not know that I have severe arthritis in my left hip joint ( which is why I want to this seminar) needless to say if you havent heard of NIKKEN or the wellness home I highly reccomend you do some research and check it out. I have never felt better after sitting on this magnetic machine for 15 minutes. No pain, no stiffness (dont worry ladies) that stiffness still is fine. This machine creates a magnetic field around your body that increases the oxygen levels in your body thus reducing the pain. On my way home I felt so great I decided to call a few friends and tell them about the great products that are offered by NIKKEN, however less then 300 yards from my exit, I narrowly avoided my death...literally. It was raining so hard last few days, that it caused an 80 ft tall OAK tree to fall onto the Capital Beltway, I watched as the 3 cars in front of me impacted the tree ( which I narrowly avoided) in my rearview mirror to my horror, I watched as a tractor trailor slid out of control, causing the trailor to swing around and impact the already gruesome seen. The tractor impacted the other 3 cars and the tree, smacking the cars up onto the embankment like little flies. I am so glad for my cat like reflexes, when I say I narrowly avoided being caught up in this mess I mean it, literally I escaped it by a few feet. I immediately hung up with my friend and called 911 to notify the authorities, and continued home to my garage. As I was walking out of the garage I could here the sirens this accident was literally 300 yards from my home so I had to go over and check out what had happened. Its sad that 3 people were killed, but I am so thankful that a higher power had to be watching over me. I was uneasy most of the night after that and had a hard time digesting what I had saw and its outcome. But true to the cliche' the sun always rises, and for the first time in a week when I opened my eyes this morning the sun was shining brightly. For the first time in years I awoke with no pain in my joints and I couldnt believe that the products I had used last night actually were helping me feel better, this quickly this easily. I was truly amazed at the performance of these products. Didnt think my day could get much better, but I had the biggest meeting of my life scheduled for 3 pm today and it couldnt have worked out any better for me, for my career. I will know be the sole mortgage lender for a national firm in their office of 200 + realtors which means all the hard work I have done to position myself in my field has paid off, they are signing the final paper work next week and Im off to cloud 9. Thanks for reading and if you have any questions about NIKKEN dont hesitate to contact me via e-mail and I will be glad to share more of what the products are and how they can help you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115153184068672729?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115153184068672729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115153184068672729' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115153184068672729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115153184068672729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/06/from-almost-killed-to-cloud-9_28.html' title='From almost killed to Cloud 9'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115128076235827279</id><published>2006-06-25T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:12:42.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Fun</title><content type='html'>Just thought I would check in and say that yesterday was absolutely awesome.  Started off around 12:30 at the beer fest, althought the weather reports called for MAJOR thunderstorms all day, the beer festival was a blast.   It was a little overcast and very humid and around 89 degree's, which made for a great day of drinking exotic beers.   I hsd sbout 20 different beers, from hefferfiesens ( hope I spelled that right) to lagers and ales.     All were great for the most part, but I actually liked some of these flavored beers they were pushing, from Rapberry, to chocolate and apple.   I must admit this apple beer was freaking awesome. Im not sure if it was because it was ice cold or what but I can still envision the taste of it.    Best part of the festival though was that there were some damn hot women there and it was a single guys dream to be to see, did I mention I love summer...the clothing, the cleavage and the tans.....enough said.   The day only got better after that.  As I mentioned in my previous post, Dave Matthews was the plan for the evening entertainment.   We left the beer fest around 4:30 and headed to show.   Upon arrival after waiting in a 3 mile long back up gwtting into the show, I could tell it was gonna be amazing.   For those of you who dont know, Dave Matthews was raised in Northern Virginia and it showed by the fan supposrt last night.   Nissan Pavillion hold roughly 30,000 people and its an ampi-theather so there is always room to squeeze in a few more, the sold out crowd was announced at 43000.   Anyway upon arrival we immediately parked and began to tailgate since the show didnt start til 7, and Dave wasnt expected on until 8:30.   Did I mention I love summer....lol.   The beer fest was hot, but the women at the show were hotter and I mean that literally, I have never seen more ass or cleavage at any other show and I have been to alot.   Did I mention that it started lightly raining.     It was like a wet t-shirt competition, meets mud wrestling.   As the night grew on it began to rain even harder, fortunately I had seats  in the 13th row under the pavillion and was saved, because by the time Dave got on it was a full blown monsoon, it rained like that for 45 minutes and the crowd was loving it.  Beach balls and balloons flying everywhere, boobies being flashed, and nakedness and the effervescense of marijuana in the air.  Upon one trip to the mens room ( mind you by this time I had the 20 (6oz beers at the fest and half case at the show along with a few frozen margarita's) I needed to drain the vein, it reminded me of the 2nd Woodstock, the mud people were everywhere and the concourse was flooded with streams of mud.   Ok Ok... I know stop babbling, Dave was amazing actually and I think it was because of the rain and the threat of serious lightening, he came on a little earlier then expected at around 8:15.  He played alot of new songs that I havent heard yet, but he played alot of classic Dave from Dancing Nancies, Wharehouse and Crash Into Me, the crowd loved it, he played for 2 and 1/2 hours and I dont think anyone in the crowd ever sat down, looking back behind me at the sea of people was amazing ezpecially with the lighting at the show, just a constant flow arms and swaying as far as the eyes could see.   As is typical of Dave, he walked off the stage only to come back 5 minutes later.   He greeted the crowd, with a big "Thank You" and how it was always nice to be home.   He immediately lead right into "WatchTower" which is one of my personal favorites and the crowd sung along with him and it was very very intense, feeling 43,000 people behind you screamin and singing at the top of there lungs. He finished with "Let it Burn" and the crowd sensing the end finally started to relax and let him sing it, if you have never seen Dave live I highly recommend you do, his music is real and his band puts on a great show ( every guest always plays there heart out, its not electronic as most music is these days, and his rhythm and beats are truly poetic.  Of course it never hurts to be in the right mind frame.   I had an amazin weekend and lots of fun Im glad its over though cause its gonna take a few days to recooperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115128076235827279?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115128076235827279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115128076235827279' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115128076235827279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115128076235827279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/06/saturday-fun.html' title='Saturday Fun'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115116417804556332</id><published>2006-06-24T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T08:49:38.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Morning Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;     Have a long day planned headed out to a beer festival for the rest of the afternoon, hopefully it wont rain to much, either way I will be drunk so it probably wont matter much.   After the beer festival I'm headed to the Dave Matthews concert, another outdoor event, but by that time I probably wont remember by name.   Hope everyone enjoys there weekend and hopefully in a safe manner.   Ciao til later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115116417804556332?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115116417804556332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115116417804556332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115116417804556332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115116417804556332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-morning-everyone-have-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-115101924780344887</id><published>2006-06-22T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:34:07.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;    Sorry that i havent posted in awhile, but its been a rough 5 weeks for me.   After doing some much needed traveling in the beginning to middle of May, life crazy for me.   Unfortuantely my 93 yr old grandmother was left unattended and fell breaking her hip, shoulder and collar bone.   Grams had surgery the following day and had 19 pins inserted into her to keep everything together, everything was fine for a few days.... and then she became very combative, dillusional and had a fever 104.5.    They thought it best to put her into a medically induced coma, so that she wouldnt hurt herself and or damage any of the repairs that they had made.&lt;br /&gt;    Im glad to say that yesterday Grams was awakened by the Dr.'s and put back into the regular rooms with the general populous of the hospital.   If all goes as expected she can be moved to a rehab center by Wednesday of next week.   So let me apologize for not posting again and I hope to hear back from all my blogger friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-115101924780344887?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115101924780344887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=115101924780344887' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115101924780344887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/115101924780344887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-all-sorry-that-i-havent-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-114677294076358708</id><published>2006-05-04T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:02:20.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tales Can Come True......</title><content type='html'>Ok, here goes nothing, just a little insite into my creative sexual mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its early in the morning and Im feeling a little frisky, I take my girl by the hand and lead her to the SHOWER where I have a pleasant surprise waiting for her.   Already undressed from a night of frolicking we step into the shower.   I make her close her eyes, and reach for the sky, as she does I slap the handcuffs onto her wrists and drape them over the shower head so she is fully outstretched.   I turn on the warm water and let it gently bead down her body.   Im behind her so she can't see me or what Im doing.  I pull her long brown hair to one side, exposing her lovely neck line, caressing her face and gently licking/nibbling on her neck and behind her ear.    She shutters with excitement and anticipation for she knows not what is coming next.  I slowly begin to lick and kiss my way down the back of her body tasting the sweetness of her skin as my hands slowly massage and caress her.  Kneeling behind her now, I force her legs apart to a distance of my liking, slowly I begin to kiss up the back of her legs and massaging up her inner thighs, she moans softly so I continue, the warm water trickling off her I begin to massage her already swollen lips, she lets out a soft purrr in enjoyment.  The more she purrs the more I think of what I need to do to get her purring louder.   I begin to flick her lips from behind with my tongue, teasing her tasty sex organs, licking all around the otuside until I feel her start to tense up from the pleasure I am bringing to her at this moment, she leans forward so that I have a better angle at her pleasure zone, my tongue now exploring her inner most sanctum, probing and lapping at each and every fold.......mmmmm.......so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;     Now that we are both hot and bothered, the excitement is sure to come.   I stand behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist caressing her as my other hand finds her wet, throbbing womanhood, my fingers slide easily in, as she forces herself down onto them, my other hand now gently stroking her nipples as the other fingers probe her, she is purring with sheer exxcitement and struggling to position herself so that she can maximize her pleasure, but she can't she  is still cuffed to the shower head.    I whisper in her ear and ask her what she wants me to do, she begs of me to insert myself into her and I quietly whisper back.....mmmm... not yet.&lt;br /&gt;    Grabbing her by her hair, I position my self behind her, letting my swollen head rest against her swollen wet womanhood, she tries to lower herself onto me, but I only allow her so much room to maneuver, she is now grinding back and forth on my hardness, covering my throbbing manhood in her sweet tasty juices, I can sense she is close to cumming and begin to slap my hardness against her swollen lips, as she moans.    She tries to turn to look at me, begging for me to insert, I continue slapping my pulsing throbbing manhood against her exposed lips, harder and harder, faster and faster as her moaning increases in volume, she cant take it, trying to free her hands from the shower head as the water slowly continues to trickle down her beautiful body, she tells me she is about to cum, and I tell her thats what I have been waiting to hear, I turn the water off, allowing my self to get in front of her now, i tell her I want to taste of all of her and gently begin to suck on her lips and tongueing her labia's all in one motion, sliding my tongue in and out slowly at first, and picking the pace up the more she purrs.   She is literally grinding her pussy on my face and tongue and I grab her ass and  pull her to me... to get my tongue in as deep as I can, she starts to moan, shaking her hands on the shower head trying to undo herself from this moment I have created for her, finally she just starts thrusting her hips and my tongue already burried in her begins to flick her little nub just like I know she likes it.....mmmmm.   I can feel the muscles in her vagina twitching and spasasming with each flick, I lean back, opening her lips with my fore fingers waiting for my tasty treat, my lips fully engulf her pussy, sucking on it drawing out my tasty treat, she bucks and spasms some more as I suck it hard, I love how she tastes and I eagerly suck it all out and lapp at her swollen lips as she moans in pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;   I turn the water back on this time, a little hotter, as I get behind her.... I ask her what she wants, she begs for me to give her my cock.   I ask if she is sure thats what she wants and she nods and moans yes, yes! yes! Please give me your cock, please.... I cant resist when she begs and whines, so I spread her from behind and gently let the head of my cock enter her, letteing her feel it pulse and throb just inside her, she moans......I WANT ALL OF IT IN ME.  Twisting her hair in my left hand, I caress her with my right hand and proceed to slam my cock into her like she likes, she is my DLW ( DIRTY LITTLE WHORE) and I know she loves when I slam her hard.    Rearing back, I give her exactly what she wants, and I slam it right in as deep as I can get it.......she grunt, and I repeat the motion again, all the way out and then slamming it back in, she begs for more, harder and faster as she screams, I oblige, smacking her ass, the more she moans and screams the harder and faster I pump her, my cock is throbbing causing her to stutter with each thrust of my hips, We are both so close to cumming now, I remove my hands from her body, I brush her wet hair to the side exposing her neck again, I love the taste of her neck.   My throbbing cock inside her, I turn her face to mine so that I can kiss her passionately, and tell her to get readt to cum, have no fear I whisper, let it all out, dont be afraid.   Just then, I caress her face and force my cock into her as deep as I can, holding it against her inner wall deep in her vaginal canal, throbbing and pulsing she knows it time.   I release woth everything I have, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, pounding bursts shoot from my cock, each sending a wave of moans from her mouth to my ears, her pussy gripping my throbbing cock with each burst........mmmm...i love that feeling its like a vice grip.....milking every last drop out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope ya'll enjoyed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-114677294076358708?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/114677294076358708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=114677294076358708' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114677294076358708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114677294076358708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/05/fairy-tales-can-come-true.html' title='Fairy Tales Can Come True......'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-114660503461598539</id><published>2006-05-02T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T14:23:54.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello blogger friends, sorry its been a few days but things are getting crazy here in the world of Mortgage Finance and I have been extremely busy, which is a great thing for the pockets but not so great for the social life and computer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today here in Northern Virginia was a beautiful day, about 75 degree's out and clear blue skies with a nice cool gentle breeze...... Work was mad busy today and I got alot of things done which really made me feel productive for the first time in a long time.   Last few months have been slow comapred to what Im used to but Im sure I will get mhammered with loans all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I to will play this question game that everyone is doing.... so give me your best shot.   Ask any 6 questions and I will reply with my answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-114660503461598539?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/114660503461598539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=114660503461598539' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114660503461598539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114660503461598539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-blogger-friends-sorry-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-114630776781757644</id><published>2006-04-29T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T03:49:27.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Well, last night was pretty uneventful for the most part.  Went to 2 bars first one was on the water and we sat on the deck for most of the eveneing as I chatted up 2 very sexy ladies, of course after I laid the ground work, my 2 roomies moved in for the kill.   Being that my roomies tower over me, they usually do very well ( they are both about 6'5) with the ladies.   So in order to combat them cock blocking me, I just had to ask these lovely ladies there ages (22, and 24).   If you know me, and most of you dont ...I have a thing for dark hair and dark eyes, these ladies fit the bill to a tee, one was similiar looking to Salma Hayek whom is like my fantasy wife.   Any way after getting the age thing out of the way, I just so happened to ask my roomies what time they were supposed to meet there girlfriends....haha...that ought to teach them to cut in on my turf.   Needless to say I got most of the attention from that point on.   Well after a few more beverages I decided at that they were a little to young for me, kinda like dating my sister is what I thought in the back of my head, so I suggested we move on to oou other drinking spot.   Upon arrival we were greeted by some friends and continued to put away the libations, by now it was nearly 10 pm and the 4 hrs  and non stop flow of beer liquer were catchign up with me and I felt it was time to start slowing down other wise, I wouldnt have been able to make it home.     One more shot did the trick, and ended coming home and posting to a few of my blogger friends and passing out...... damn the liquer gets me every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-114630776781757644?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/114630776781757644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=114630776781757644' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114630776781757644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114630776781757644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/04/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-114625721646984576</id><published>2006-04-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:46:56.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing it Up</title><content type='html'>Ok Ladies, This pretty much sums it up.... Im a Capricorn and this is my "HorrorScope" just kidding Horoscope for today and I think its fairly accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you judge your Romantic encounters by feelings more then content, it doesnt matter where you go, or what you do on a date.   All that matters is the chemistry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im not sure if when they refer to chemistry what it is they are talking about exactly, but I am headed to Happy Hour so it could mean getting intoxicating, stay tuned I will let you know what happens later when I get back....of course....unless Im pre-occupied, you will have to wait until tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekends everyone, hope to see some comments by the time I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-114625721646984576?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/114625721646984576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=114625721646984576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114625721646984576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114625721646984576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/04/summing-it-up.html' title='Summing it Up'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-114599591484620856</id><published>2006-04-25T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:11:54.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perceptions, Relationships and Interesing Posts..</title><content type='html'>You know I often wondered how I am perceived through others people eyes.   Not that I am this narcassistic type, but its always been one of those things I have wondered about.    Here is how I think of myself, I am not the best looking man in the world nor am I the worst looking man.   Im Italian, 5'8, 185lbs ( yes Im carrying a little to much weight at this time but Im content with my appearance) brown hair ( whats left it), and  dark brown eyes.    For the ladies who read this, I am often told my that my eyes are intimidating...I'd like to get some feed back please.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next topic I want to get into is relationships.   I'm 34 and single, I have a great job and I make an excellent income, and I truly love what I do.    When I was younger it seemed that dating was the most important thing to me, I never had a problem getting a date or finding someone I felt comfortable hanging out with.    I had 2 serious long term relationships that at the time I could have seen myseslf being with either of those women for the rest of my life, unfortunately I got cheated on it left a very bad taste in my mouth.   I guess you can say I now have trust issues.   Which leads me to where I am today, I feel dating is over rated, honestly... If I have an interest in you I am going  to put my best foot forward and to everything I can to make you Happy.      It seems like now I have more success with "Married Women", then I do with the single ladies.     This causes me to believe that "Marriage" just isnt worth it, now I dont want to put blame on the people that arent single, but whats A guy to think....seriously?   Im Italian, so I have strong Catholic beliefs, I dont necessarily follow the laws of my religion to a T.    But if I ever decide to get hitched its something that I feel will be an important part of my relationship as well.     How does everyone else feel about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After reading numerous blogger posts, I find it unusual that alot of women think about sex as much as I do...who would have ever guessed?    You know I am not this straight laced guy that people think I am ( just because I wear a suit and tie to work), I like to think that I am adventurous when it comes to sex, I love to explore, I love to caress, I love doing the things that no one else could ever dream, lets call it being creative.    I've had threesomes and foursomes ( back in the college days) where I was the only male particpant.   I have particpated in just about every type of sexual activity that you can think of that brings pleasure to a female.    Im sure there are things that I havent done yet, but we will leave space to discuss that in another post.   Im not all about being a bad boy either but I wear that suit well when the mood is right, Im more of hopeless romantic that is willing to do what ever my female counter part desires, as long as it makes her HAPPY.    The thing is these days, it seems like I find the single girls that arent interested in a relationship or just not with me.   Where have all the "Good Girls" gone?   If you know of any please let me know...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-114599591484620856?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/114599591484620856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=114599591484620856' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114599591484620856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114599591484620856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/04/perceptions-relationships-and.html' title='Perceptions, Relationships and Interesing Posts..'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-114591037850861708</id><published>2006-04-24T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T13:26:18.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>To all of my friends that have been waiting for me to post, Im back.  Sorry for the delay but i have been getting busier and busier with each passing day at work.   Not  to mention the fact that I am looking for a new place to live myself.   The weekend was pretty hectic as I probably looked at about 25 houses....now I know why I hate shopping so much.    I still havent made my decision but stay tuned and I will let you know what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-114591037850861708?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/114591037850861708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=114591037850861708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114591037850861708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114591037850861708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25423380.post-114454087279403938</id><published>2006-04-08T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T17:01:12.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hello...&lt;br /&gt;   New to bloggin so bare with me until I figure out what type of info I am going to post.   Feel free to share your suggestions with me.   You can ask me anything and Im not afraid to share my thoughts or opinions, but remember when I asnswer you that you asked me, so if you dont like my response I am sorry.   Usually I like to think of myself as a person with a creative  mind,  one of my favorite motto's is "dare to dream."    I like to dream big so there for the sky is the limit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25423380-114454087279403938?l=deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/114454087279403938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25423380&amp;postID=114454087279403938' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114454087279403938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25423380/posts/default/114454087279403938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepitalianeyes.blogspot.com/2006/04/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>DeepItalianEyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077350805169529819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1771/2656/320/Deanphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
