<?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-6302040</id><updated>2011-12-30T18:23:07.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to marry my brother?</title><subtitle type='html'>Here is the log of happenings and goings on on the site.  Stay informed!  Visit often...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-112614997038862014</id><published>2005-09-07T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:13:28.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY GOODNESS!LOOK WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THE COMMENTS! PEOPLE ARE ALL OUT OF CONTROL!Now, I would love to let people in on why the game ended as it did and all that, but it's none of your darn business. Not any at all. Even when I had to go out of town for my nephews funeral, some blood sucking leaches were on my back about this game. Are people for real? Tragedy or triumph, they just want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/112614997038862014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/112614997038862014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112614997038862014' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-112611647368705077</id><published>2005-09-07T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:07:53.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So you are back again, right?People are so pissed about the game ending as it did.  I wonder why people couldn't just accept that it was over.  But oh well.  Season 2 starts in October, and I am sure that no one is going to follow it, right?  Like all those who are soooooooooooo pissed at me have just boycotted the site..... oh wait... they visit EVERYDAY!!!I may be the "little sister" next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/112611647368705077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/112611647368705077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112611647368705077' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-111351185977725545</id><published>2005-04-14T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T15:50:59.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too bad...so sad...Now, I have been getting updates on the site from guess who... my brother!  Ain't that a blip?  When someone posted my phone number, I coulda fell out.  Not because I was shocked or anything, but that it took so long!  Any idiot could have clicked on a link at the bottom of the page on the first day the game started and seen my picture, my phone number... all that!  Someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/111351185977725545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/111351185977725545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111351185977725545' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108681214338343993</id><published>2004-06-09T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T15:15:43.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone!Sorry the pics didn't work for ya before.  Going out of town again... My God-son passed away 2 weeks ago.  I went down to GA for the funeral, and I am going back to be with my best friend for a few days.  We are currently working on the final round with the contestants.  Please keep your eyes open for the next "big brother" that you want to play...  I won't be the little sister this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108681214338343993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108681214338343993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108681214338343993' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108636482825166710</id><published>2004-06-04T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T15:05:32.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is me with one of my bridesmaids after the wedding, back up in the suite.  If you watch Blue's Clues, you've heard her voice...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108636482825166710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108636482825166710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108636482825166710' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108636456636373488</id><published>2004-06-04T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T15:05:59.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a wedding photo.  Can you find my brother?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108636456636373488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108636456636373488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108636456636373488' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108570213604534617</id><published>2004-05-27T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T18:55:36.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a tragic family emergency and I have to go to GA tonight.  I'll answer the questions, and after that, I gotta go.1 - My brother is STILL playing.  He's busy with moving and all that, so be patient.2 - My son, and my husband's 2 nephews came down the aisle.  My son was the ring bearer, and my husband did vows to him and gave him a ring too.3 - My husband was crying before the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108570213604534617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108570213604534617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108570213604534617' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108549904009893366</id><published>2004-05-25T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T10:30:40.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well - I'm back.  People are a trip!  I haven't gotten any email about anyone dropping out while I was away.  That is real funny.  Folks must be pretty bored to pose as contestants and whatnot.  I have been promising to wrap this up, and believe me, I will, as soon as I catch my breath.  I just got back from a rainy week in St. Lucia.  We still had a good time, though.  My brother picked us up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108549904009893366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108549904009893366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108549904009893366' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108394027674181612</id><published>2004-05-07T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T09:35:54.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom will be here in a minute and I have to clean the bathroom.  Caribbean mothers got a thing about the bathroom and the kitchen.  Picking her up from the train station.  She is the first in a host of friends and family members that will be at the wedding.  I am getting excited.  My brother will be back here next week too.  No doubt he will be back on here - I got wireless internet here at the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108394027674181612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108394027674181612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108394027674181612' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108378293961442783</id><published>2004-05-05T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T13:53:24.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 days to go and stuff is getting tight.Finally ordered the cake.Got my shoes... too small! (Visions and Vows is sending me new ones via my maid of honor.)Favors aren't done, but my girl is coming up to help me.Sent out the last of the invites (more like announcements now... shut up!)There's so much to do and just 10 days to do it in.  My mood is soooooooo not good.ON a brighter note, my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108378293961442783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108378293961442783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108378293961442783' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108308501381667640</id><published>2004-04-27T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T12:04:37.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay - I am mean.  Horrible. Not fair.  I delete posts all willy nilly if I don't like them.I take shots at defenseless people (defenseless meaning they weren't smart enough not to try me).I just don't understand why people can't send hate mail to my inbox like I asked.  People insist on not following the directions.  Good stuff - comment section, hate mail - my inbox.  They get it backwards, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108308501381667640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108308501381667640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108308501381667640' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108303445166792756</id><published>2004-04-26T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T21:58:24.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OOOOOH SHE MAD YA'LL!LIKE A BIG OL' RAGIN' BULL! LOLHere is my response to her emails - she said she don't care about me! **sniff**I am so hurt!!!:) stop writing to me sweetie... go to bed... only what... 8 hours until breakfast!  The faster you go to sleep the faster you can get to that plate. Dag girl!  Set your alarm - put your fork under your pillow - do what YOU do... You know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108303445166792756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108303445166792756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108303445166792756' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108303051105489152</id><published>2004-04-26T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T20:59:05.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lawdeebee!*nuftin** wants to call the law on me... she'd betta change her IP address... see, when you post stuff - THAT is recorded... either way - I ain't trying to get into no legal stuff with nobody!  lolI am still laughing at you... lolit'll still be up here - maybe without pics and whatnot - but you know and I know WHO YOU ARE!  A point is a point... and I made it to you and people who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108303051105489152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108303051105489152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108303051105489152' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108302974385413314</id><published>2004-04-26T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T20:39:57.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just when I thought it was safe to go to sleep!  Here is a message on the new message board where you can talk to the contestants from the "Lunch Watcher."I love this game!  See, that is why we got along - she thought of an aspect of the backlash from the meeting that had never even occurred to me... you go lady!I just went on to the site after getting the newsletter in email and found the '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108302974385413314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108302974385413314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108302974385413314' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108302911626268943</id><published>2004-04-26T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T20:46:36.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some of you may say to yourselves... "Self (if that is what you call yourself when you are talking to yourself) - Little Sister is particularly "w"itchy these days.  This is true.  So... So true.  This game has been going on for a while now, and people ought to know what to say and not to say to me - or on here in general.  My brother's girlfriends never met me while he was dating him.  Well, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108302911626268943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108302911626268943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108302911626268943' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108302812209856022</id><published>2004-04-26T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T20:12:55.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whatever. you are so very very lame.Anonymous | 04.26.04 - 9:42 pm | # and you are so very very STILL HERE... so who is lame my dear. See, this is what I do in my spare time. You COULD be doing something other than trying to match wits with me - you are clearly ill-equipped. Don't come to a gun fight with a butter knife. The wonderful thing about this is... I can say what I want - and YOU </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108302812209856022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108302812209856022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108302812209856022' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108302778719257629</id><published>2004-04-26T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T20:48:16.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOOKY HERE...HYPOCRISY COMES FROM EVERYWHERE!Sooooooooo she does know my email address... didn't mean to put me out there?  She knows how to reach me... and she has!My memory is looooooooooong girlie! lolThis is dated the day before my March 8th entry... so she had been following the game!----- Original Message ----- From: **Nuftin**To: littlesister@whowantstomarrymybrother.com Sent: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108302778719257629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108302778719257629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108302778719257629' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108301636580739017</id><published>2004-04-26T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T16:57:05.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LS,I hope you don't stop sharing information because observers and contestants are thinking to deep and coming up with conclusions to what they think may happen behind the scene. (I don't think you will) It could've been kept on the hush then people would've wanted to know why there wasn't anything said. This goes back to the daily diary entry from 4/22/04.Keep up the good work..Anonymous | </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108301636580739017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108301636580739017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108301636580739017' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108301259884447785</id><published>2004-04-26T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T20:55:25.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bb &amp; ls: do you ever wonder if ls' attitude, which some people might think is abrasive, has scared off some really great contestants? reading her daily diary she seems to love to "read" people. only thing missing is the finger snaps and head roll. no offense! please don't yell at me! Anonymous | 04.24.04 - 11:25 pm | #No one is going to yell at you.  If that was their reason for quitting, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108301259884447785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108301259884447785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108301259884447785' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108284183367946278</id><published>2004-04-24T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T17:04:34.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lil sis,i was trying to find the page where you tell WHY you started this game.. at first it didnt' seem like a "game" but a "tool" that you chose to help your brother (which i must say you have done a wonderful job in putting this website together) BUT lately it seems more like a GAME... do you feel like your goals are the same when you started the website? your last diary entry implies that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108284183367946278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108284183367946278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108284183367946278' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108274516241517127</id><published>2004-04-23T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T13:36:51.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whew!  okay, I am tired.  I haven't written this much in a VERY long time!  There I was basking in my crafty wedding bliss and all heck was breaking loose on "ask my brother!" on the home page of the site!  Well... I answered everyone... DAG!  I guess now that the game has gotten down to the last 5, people are getting touchy... good thing this is online so that there are no real cat fights like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108274516241517127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108274516241517127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274516241517127' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108274474867362302</id><published>2004-04-23T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T13:29:57.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I read your daily diary all the time. I guess you can say I am a "Watcher" too. I am a little confused. I have enjoyed watching how the game has unfolded. But a picture of Big Brother with " a Watcher" having what seems to be an enjoyable lunch? Is this a twist to the game or is this a "back door" way of being just disrespectful to the women who are suppose to be in the game?Watcher #2 | </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108274474867362302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108274474867362302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274474867362302' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108274357836545292</id><published>2004-04-23T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T13:15:59.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Those toasting glasses are beautiful! You did a wonderful job. Was it difficult to stick the designs on the sides? My mother is getting remarried in June (I am her maid of honor) and we've been looking for reasonably priced, elegant looking toasting glasses. If you could give some helpful hints (of course we wouldn't steal your design) that would be great. Congrats on your upcoming nuptials."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108274357836545292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108274357836545292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274357836545292' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108273607272145109</id><published>2004-04-23T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T11:05:21.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parents and parents to be (eventually),How much is too much?  My mother got my youngun this Corvette just because.  Not his birthday or anything.I don't remember having stuff like this when I was his age.  The thing has a real working radio, headlights... just a few weeks ago, I only had one headlight!  My best friend got him a recliner.  The boy has an easy chair in his room.  I am running </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108273607272145109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108273607272145109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273607272145109' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108273482033759854</id><published>2004-04-23T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T10:44:28.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went all the way to GA for my dress and shoes.  My bridesmaid's dresses came from this shop too.  I absolutely love this store, and it has nothing to do with the fact that my best friend's mother owns it.  Anyway, if anyone you know is getting married and wants the hottest dress... is going to the prom, and wants a gown that no one else will have, or has a thing for bangin' shoes... make sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108273482033759854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108273482033759854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273482033759854' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108273197993291934</id><published>2004-04-23T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T13:16:51.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, most of the invitations have gone out.  This is one part of the wedding process (among many others) that I will not volunteer to help my brother's future bride with.  I got most of them out at the 4 week mark, BUT there are still some left over.  They are very pretty, and everyone has LOVED them... BUT it took FOREVER to get them like that.  I am not sure if the reaction was worth it.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108273197993291934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108273197993291934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273197993291934' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108272998383789814</id><published>2004-04-23T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T09:25:26.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found it!I found it!I FOUND IT!!!I found the USB cord for my camera.  My brother and a watcher of the game.So here's what happened.  I started chatting by email with one of the fans of the site, and we really hit it off and had a lot in common.  She's a really busy lady who between family and work didn't really have time to devote to playing the game, but has followed it from the start</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108272998383789814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108272998383789814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108272998383789814' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108265621899469505</id><published>2004-04-22T12:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T12:54:26.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seems like the people who are willing to just chill and not get all neurotic and stuff are sticking around.  It would be really funny if the one who won did so because she just didn't quit!  For all of you who quit and want to "sneak in the back door" now that you have talked with him on the phone, by chat, email, etc., please remember... you may not be playing the game... BUT HE STILL IS!  You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108265621899469505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108265621899469505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108265621899469505' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108265573527756046</id><published>2004-04-22T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T12:46:22.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,When the road you're trudging seems all up hill, When the funds are low and the debts are high,And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,When cares are pressing you down a bit,Rest if you must, but don't you quite.Life is queer with its twists and turns,As everyone of us sometimes learns,And many a failure turns aboutWhen he might have won </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108265573527756046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108265573527756046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108265573527756046' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108265461774824574</id><published>2004-04-22T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T12:27:45.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"As someone still in the game,I just thought that I'd put my 2 cents in regarding Anonymous' comment about the possibility of BB leading people on. I think, as a contestant, it's hard to know whether BB is being sincere when he expresses his feelings to you because he is talking to several other women at the same time as he's talking to you. So it's hard not to be skeptical and think that maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108265461774824574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108265461774824574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108265461774824574' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108256779586580261</id><published>2004-04-21T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T12:20:42.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A "watcher" of this "show" had lunch with my brother and I yesterday.  I have pictures, but I can't find my USB cord that fits my digital camera.  Pray that I find it so that I can give you the story...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108256779586580261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108256779586580261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256779586580261' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108256725961490851</id><published>2004-04-21T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T12:11:45.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Truth b told" asks...wondering why #1 is simply "out of the game" while one particular contestant had the reason she was "out of the game" put out there for everyone to read. didn't want to put this on the regular board because i don't want to start anything. just curious.As I said before... people have left the game, told me why, and that has been that.  The difference is that #1 left the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108256725961490851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108256725961490851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256725961490851' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108242106521996184</id><published>2004-04-19T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:35:08.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#1 is gone.  Out of the game.  So there are 5 left.  I can't say why... I promised!  No STD's or unexplained rashes or anything like that... so don't start jumping to conclusions.  Anyway, I was going to save this in case she won, but you know what, she's not playing, so now I can tell it. Remeber the "lower case" girl from January 16th? Well, she stayed... she played... she didn't finish, but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108242106521996184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108242106521996184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108242106521996184' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108198038689794297</id><published>2004-04-14T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T17:10:23.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much has been going on!Friday, my brother closed on his townhouse... it was really exciting.  I always love to see someone make the transition from renter to owner.Saturday... well, I don't know what I did Saturday.  I don't think I did much of anything, really.I spent Easter Sunday in Delaware with my fiance's family.Monday the wedding invitations came, and we are now in the process </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108198038689794297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108198038689794297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108198038689794297' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108156569379979458</id><published>2004-04-09T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T22:09:27.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More comments answered... my answers are in BOLDi don't see what the big deal is. ls you even admitted to having accepted help yourself so why are you judging her? Like I said - I didn't put their business out and call them sponsors.  I accepted help for things that helped myself and my son survive, from people who cared about me and who I cared about enough not to put it out for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108156569379979458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108156569379979458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108156569379979458' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108147530349240098</id><published>2004-04-08T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T20:52:30.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whose best interest do I have at heart?... my brother's. I don't have to warn anyone about anything. I have one loyalty as far as this game is concerned.I have grown to like what I know about some of the contestants.  In any reality game, online or off, there are twists, ugly revelations, etc.  That is why people watch as others play.  It is entertaining.  This isn't about feelings here. 1) I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108147530349240098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108147530349240098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108147530349240098' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108147288866013335</id><published>2004-04-08T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T20:15:52.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone!I have taken a look at the little message thingie on the right on the main page, and there are a lot of comments!  Go figure...  My responses are in BOLD:the real watcher: not to mention that she was talking down the other contestants. what did LS call it? addition by subtraction"? That was unfortunate.the real watcher: That dude was not her friend - he was a human ATM card. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108147288866013335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108147288866013335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108147288866013335' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108139056702756002</id><published>2004-04-07T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T21:30:14.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Don't call it a comeback..."LL Cool J"Meet my new living room set! YAAAAAY!  My sponsor bought it for me yesterday.  He only purcahsed the couch, chair and ottoman and said that I'll have to get the tables and lamps that I want on my own, which is fine with me.  The big thing is out of the way and that's $1,700 I won't have to spend.  Imagine someone willing to buy you clothes, groceries and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108139056702756002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108139056702756002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108139056702756002' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-108131281325878453</id><published>2004-04-06T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T23:43:59.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back.Got a lot to say, but little energy.  Talk to you tomorrow!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108131281325878453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/108131281325878453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131281325878453' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107998137331375657</id><published>2004-03-22T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T13:56:20.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother's pic was sent by email to the members of the mailing list... If you haven't joined the mailing list yet, do... and the link will be sent to you.Here are the top 10.Contestant #1Contestant #4Contestant #9Contestant #11Contestant #12Contestant #13Contestant #15Contestant #18Contestant #23Contestant #24</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107998137331375657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107998137331375657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107998137331375657' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107998131644760429</id><published>2004-03-22T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T13:52:18.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got this email from a friend...HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY?You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.Alan, age 10No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107998131644760429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107998131644760429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107998131644760429' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107952901404434760</id><published>2004-03-17T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T08:32:23.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can run - and sign stuff "Anonymous" but you can't hide!(I understand that I haven't written in here for a while so this may be a lame attempt at getting a reaction from me... well... it worked.  However, don't test me and just make up stuff.  It won't all rattle my chain - ENJOY!)This is a comment that someone left in the "Ask my brother" section on the "Itch" page.  Now, I know you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107952901404434760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107952901404434760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107952901404434760' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107944443073888733</id><published>2004-03-16T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T08:43:46.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It didn't bounce back...This is the email that I got... "not trying to be mean?""Listen this is great and all-what you're doing for your brother.  I would do something like this if I could for my brother but he's only 17 so he has time.  Getting to the point-Sweetie none of these chicks are pretty can't even give them so-so.   I know big brother wants smarts along with beauty but tell him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107944443073888733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107944443073888733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107944443073888733' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107944257685934082</id><published>2004-03-16T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T08:15:22.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the section that is labeled, "Ask my brother,"She said:"Hi Big Brother...I'm not playing the game because if I were you'd for sure pick me. But I'm not ready for marriage. I don't have a question I have a comment. I really don't see anyone cute enough to marry you. Marry- A BIG WORD HERE! Please take your time big brother. I know she has to be a smart one but remember you KIDS big brother...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107944257685934082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107944257685934082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107944257685934082' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107944190701667441</id><published>2004-03-16T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T08:01:42.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's here!He's here!My brother is on a project here in the DC area.  So if you were looking for him in Dallas or Seattle or Philly... try DC!He just left for work, and he was wearing...French Blue shirt (not the white cuffs or collar, just that blue)Blackish Blazer (some sort of black on black on black plaid something)Khaki pantsKenneth ColesNot bad...This was the first time he saw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107944190701667441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107944190701667441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107944190701667441' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107944119337393855</id><published>2004-03-16T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T07:49:49.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lawdeh Bee!I go away for a second, and people are getting right ugly on the message thingie.  My Bad Day:People can sign their names however they want to, if at all, and I can't sign mine, "having a bad day?"  Well, I was having a bad day.  If I was having a good day, my response may have been nicer... the same, but nicer.  I am a sistah with like 4 jobs.  It is hard sometimes to choose what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107944119337393855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107944119337393855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107944119337393855' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107876639671757877</id><published>2004-03-08T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T12:23:02.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You are pretty mean to be saved."The devil himself knows that there is just one God, so just claiming that as a belief isn't good enough.  That I know.  I have to show it in word and deed.We all have our issues now don't we.  Mine is controlling what comes out of my mouth (or from my fingers).  Gluttony is a sin, right?  So why are there any chubby christians?  Do they all have glandular </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107876639671757877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107876639671757877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107876639671757877' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107835738103043172</id><published>2004-03-03T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T18:45:59.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The game is wrapping up, and I have to say that I have had a really good time doing this.  I hope everyone who visited had as much fun watching the progress.  It won't be long now... we will have a winner.  **sigh**The only thing left to do is reveal his face, and I have to think of some really creative way to do that.  Something that will do this suspense filled game justice.  Hmmmmmmmmmmm....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107835738103043172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107835738103043172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107835738103043172' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107818607047057936</id><published>2004-03-01T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T19:10:47.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voting has started... ENJOY!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107818607047057936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107818607047057936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107818607047057936' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107764932815644272</id><published>2004-02-24T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T14:06:42.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, no she didn't!First, lemme show you what she said in the "Something nice to say" section...I read a part of your page in which you said that his "ideal mate" should look like she can hang with you, can you be more shallow...my God. Besides, I'd never hang w/ you. I look way better than your black toasted behind, girl you ain't all that. If you was to try and hang with my click (all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107764932815644272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107764932815644272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764932815644272' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107757534440987679</id><published>2004-02-23T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T17:31:51.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He emailed me his response.  Now, from reading it, I can tell that it isn't for my eyes only.  It has been spell checked, edited, and proofread... I assume!Either way, you wanted to know what he thinks... here it is!  Hey sis! I know that we’ve spoken since Valentine’s Day, butnot about my most… unique Valentine…  part of that isbecause I’ve been very busy and wanted to think aboutthe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107757534440987679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107757534440987679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757534440987679' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107705797436537958</id><published>2004-02-17T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T17:48:52.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chatting with him on IM...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107705797436537958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107705797436537958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107705797436537958' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107703791337782133</id><published>2004-02-17T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T12:14:31.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So now he knows... no angry phone call... no scathing email... just a message:"Let's talk."He said he had a change of project, so he was getting on a plane at the time, so we will see what he thinks...Soon, people... SOON!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107703791337782133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107703791337782133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107703791337782133' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107662451260845446</id><published>2004-02-12T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T17:24:24.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is the last day to vote... I am so excited!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107662451260845446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107662451260845446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662451260845446' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107642280871032141</id><published>2004-02-10T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T09:22:37.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the challenge, entries #2 and #5 are tied right now.  Get your vote on!  You only have what.... 1,2,3,4 days including today left!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107642280871032141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107642280871032141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107642280871032141' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107642239982407004</id><published>2004-02-10T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T09:15:48.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So.... how much experience do you ladies have in planning a wedding?  Have ya'll thought about it?  Unfortunately, I didn't spend my childhood and young adult years dreaming of my wedding, or marriage for that matter.  So, I am WAY behind as far as ideas go.  I have a gang of friends helping me though.  I should have some good info to pass on by the time my brother gets married. **wink**I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107642239982407004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107642239982407004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107642239982407004' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-10762907271810906</id><published>2004-02-08T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T20:41:13.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voting for the Valentine's Day Challenge has started... make sure that you join the mailing list and check it out...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/10762907271810906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/10762907271810906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10762907271810906' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107604402133978265</id><published>2004-02-06T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T00:09:23.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks for the congratulations and stuff everyone.  I really appreciate it!  I remember talking to my brother about the type of wedding that he wanted to have, and he definitely wants BIG!  He said that he wants a huge affair for he and his wife and their families to remember.  To tell you the truth, I can't wait.  My brother threw me a birthday party once, and I am telling you, he knows how to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107604402133978265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107604402133978265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604402133978265' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107604358600258016</id><published>2004-02-05T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T00:02:07.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you joined the mailing list?  That is the only way that you will get to vote in the Valentine's Day Challenge.  Don't forget to sign up for the mailing list.  Voting starts on Friday, and ends next Friday.  He'll get the e-card on Saturday, and it will be on!  If you want to get in the game, you'd better sign up now...I can't wait to tell him.  I hope he likes the idea and doesn't just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107604358600258016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107604358600258016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604358600258016' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107604343925901521</id><published>2004-02-05T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:59:41.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so the daily diary hasn't been so daily lately.  Well, I am back on the ball, and the Valentine's Day Challenge Voting starts tomorrow.  My brother has saved his little sister's sanity once again.  Yesterday, my alternator died.  It took 4 jumps to get me 4 miles.  It was so sad.  I had just finished paying bills, and was broker than the VCR under the VCR, under the VCR, under the Beta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107604343925901521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107604343925901521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604343925901521' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107564789004108906</id><published>2004-02-01T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T10:07:06.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, ya'll... I AM ENGAGED!He proposed yesterday at his housewarming... I usually have just the right words to say for just about everything.  For the first time, I was rendered speechless!  I can't describe the feeling, I can't come up with a bunch of eloquent words to say or anything!  Who woulda thunk it? Little Sister at a loss for words!  Maybe I'll know what to say about it on Monday.  My</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107564789004108906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107564789004108906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107564789004108906' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107541721540746959</id><published>2004-01-29T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T18:02:28.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now here is a refreshing perspective... lolI don't know why, but I like her! :)***********************************I don't know. "Judging a book by its cover" may seem unfair to some people, but the title of the book is on the cover, and if you don't like the title (or who wrote it) you likely won't read it... Again, there are a lot of folks that will hide behind God, saying that God may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107541721540746959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107541721540746959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107541721540746959' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107524700637091747</id><published>2004-01-27T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T18:45:35.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He didn't email me the details.... slacker.lolOh well, he can't blame it on the snow, cause he's not here.  A friend of mine... a devout Christian and Godly man who is also looking for a wife... has a perspective that I would like to share with the ladies that are playing this game.  He wrote a wonderful article and shared it with me about pursuing the man that you want.  He wrote this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107524700637091747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107524700637091747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524700637091747' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107516033413127516</id><published>2004-01-26T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T18:43:18.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies! Here is a piece of a conversation that my brother and I had on Instant Messenger this morning.  Now which lucky lady is it going to be in the future?BananaFanuhFoFannuh says:Howarya?*******@***********.com says:doing ok...*******@***********.com says:just logging in.BananaFanuhFoFannuh says:ohBananaFanuhFoFannuh says:okayBananaFanuhFoFannuh says:how was your weekend?*******@</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107516033413127516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107516033413127516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107516033413127516' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107496706253086613</id><published>2004-01-24T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T12:59:48.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow...This is really going to be a great game.  More applications are coming in, and the ladies don't know it, but I have a few really fun surprises for them.  I don't usually write anything on the weekends, but I thought I would just check in and say hi!  I just finished watching one of my all time favorite movies, and I have to go to work in exactly 3 minutes... What is your favorite movie of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107496706253086613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107496706253086613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496706253086613' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107486296991122068</id><published>2004-01-23T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T08:04:53.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought that I may inject more positivity into the game, instead of hogging all the happiness...*****************************************Here is a comment that made me smile this morning...*****************************************Little Sister,I think this is the cutest site...kudos!!! The one constant is that everyone is going to have an opinion. In my experiences I have found the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107486296991122068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107486296991122068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107486296991122068' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107480181430208708</id><published>2004-01-22T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T15:05:37.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to tell him so badly!  I called just to say hi last night, and he was out on a date... no sparks - or at least he didn't sound too enthused, thank goodness.  He said she wasn't drop dead beautiful... just a date.  Don't know about the personality, didn't ask, and he didn't elaborate.  Ladies!  Ladies! Ladies!!!  Let's get those applications and pictures in!  Valentine's Day is going to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107480181430208708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107480181430208708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107480181430208708' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107478460712808183</id><published>2004-01-22T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T10:18:49.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got this question a while ago, and never answered."This is cute; you don't give enough information about your brother....You want a sister to have a 50K job; however, does he have one. You know...if I win...I wouldn't want to be stuck with boo-boo the loser (smile). So here's my requirements...and you tell me should I waste my time (joke...all who knows me...knows why):-- 6 figure salary (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107478460712808183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107478460712808183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107478460712808183' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107478130374091458</id><published>2004-01-22T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T09:23:46.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looky there!  This morning, I get a question that is ORIGINAL!!!**************************************HERE IS THE QUESTION...**************************************"i keep going back and forth with how i feel on it. at first i was like 'what in the hell! where does she get off with all these demands and she sounds vain as s***. and why the h*** is her face blurred?' is it a package deal? i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107478130374091458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107478130374091458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107478130374091458' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107474797407480901</id><published>2004-01-21T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T00:08:16.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate when people are just LOUD AND WRONG!!!***************************THIS MISGUIDED INDIVIDUAL SAYS:***************************You want "the best" for your "brother". Although a woman could have no children, excellent credit, own a home, never married, and make $35,000 a year--but yet have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or another severe DSM IV (hidden/mental) disorder. I know doctors </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107474797407480901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107474797407480901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474797407480901' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107474594083196776</id><published>2004-01-21T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:34:22.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a day... what a day...Time for some positivity on here.  First of all, more pictures and applications have come in, and I am totally impressed.  It is going to be a tough choice for ya'll who decided to come back and vote! Second, we have a hater that we have converted (once again) into a contestant.  Now, won't it be interesting if she wins?  I won't tell you who she is unless she wins.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107474594083196776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107474594083196776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474594083196776' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107465156177682061</id><published>2004-01-20T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T21:21:22.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TOO FUNNY!I knew I recognized her email address... Miss "Unwarranted" had applied!  I was cleaning out the contestant list and looky there...I coulda busted something, I was laughing so hard!  Wouldn't attract quality people, huh... SO WHAT MADE YOU APPLY?!?!?I am soooooooooooooooooooo weak on that one.Ok, I am out for real this time.LS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107465156177682061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107465156177682061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465156177682061' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107465119926923078</id><published>2004-01-20T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T21:15:19.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow!  Today has been a record day for applications, even with all of the negativity.  I am having a wonderful time doing this, and believe it or not, it doesn't take up that much of my time.  People keep saying I have too much time on my hands, but they take the time to look at the site, find something wrong with it, and comment.  I am not going to sites, looking for things to complain about, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107465119926923078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107465119926923078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465119926923078' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107458680665640910</id><published>2004-01-20T03:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T03:22:49.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well... I have checked everything out.  Looks like we have some new applicants.  Welcome!  I am telling you, I have some really great stuff planned.  Really.  I have checked my email too, and it seems like more people are warming up to the idea!  I promised that I would tell you how all this started... and I will. It has been a REALLY busy weekend.  Did anyone see Judge Joe Brown on Tavis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107458680665640910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107458680665640910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458680665640910' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107457581834940802</id><published>2004-01-20T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T00:18:57.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look at that!!!!!www.whowantstomarrymybrother.com is the website of the day on www.eurweb.com....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107457581834940802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107457581834940802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107457581834940802' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107457078770650850</id><published>2004-01-19T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T03:25:33.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As usual, I am catching up on popular opinion by checking out message boards.  Here is one person who doesn't seem to like the idea...************************HERE IS THE COMMENT************************"This is disgusting.I don't meet the requirements, any way, but even if I did, I found Little Sister's suggestions for which photos to send a little disgusting. "I need to see your teeth, no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107457078770650850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107457078770650850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107457078770650850' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107456671612441899</id><published>2004-01-19T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T21:47:14.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM BACK!!!!!I took the weekend off to help my boyfriend move into his new house.  I really like seeing brothers do their thing, and I got to see one more get his piece of America.  It was really wonderful.  I have to check my email and all that, so please be patient, as I do that. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107456671612441899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107456671612441899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456671612441899' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107424110291977072</id><published>2004-01-16T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T03:20:16.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a long day ahead of me.  My baby is going to closing on his house... I am so happy for him.  The walk-through went great, and today is his big day.  (My brother goes to closing in March... he's gonna need someone to go to closing with him... *wink*) More contestants are signing up every day, and I really have some great stuff planned, so get in the game while you still can!  If you have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107424110291977072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107424110291977072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107424110291977072' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107423755215079149</id><published>2004-01-16T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T02:53:41.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAY WHAT, SAY HUH?I asked that people who want to gripe direct negative stuff to my inbox. And rarely do I get any in the inbox, but here is an email from one young lady.  I do wonder though... why do people who hate me and this site, spend so much time on it? Hmmmmmmm...... Ladies and Gentlemen, here it is...RE: unwarranted perspectivejust curious to know if you proofread your website. if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107423755215079149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107423755215079149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423755215079149' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107421585406340893</id><published>2004-01-15T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T20:19:50.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These are the results so far.  This is what you all are looking forward to the most.Seeing his face 17%  Finding out what he thinks about the game  56%  Voting for the finalists  17%  Seeing who wins  11% You all will find out soon.  The Valentine's Day Challenge is coming soon, and he will find out in just a few short weeks.  Hopefully no one will leak it to him before then.  If you know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107421585406340893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107421585406340893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107421585406340893' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107419791277111293</id><published>2004-01-15T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T15:20:25.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A contestant brought up an interesting point.  Submission.  Ladies, how do you feel about that?  It is a Biblical concept, but it is hard on the "modern woman" if she doesn't understand it.  What is your understanding of submission as it relates to marriage?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107419791277111293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107419791277111293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107419791277111293' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107419770899323542</id><published>2004-01-15T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T15:17:02.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.............................?I come back from the walk-through and people are cussing and acting all nasty on the comment area from the website.  Now, is all that even necessary? What would your minister think?  Your teachers? If anyone thinks the site and the concept are so awful, why would they keep visiting it OVER and OVER and OVER again?  I don't visit sites that I don't like.  I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107419770899323542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107419770899323542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107419770899323542' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107417705950081622</id><published>2004-01-15T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T09:32:52.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The question was if you could get me to waive one of my many "requirements" which one would it be, and here are your answers: 1.   Never married  21%  2.   No kids (or no baby-daddy drama)  7%  3.   Height, Weight, or other measurements  11%  4.   Weight  18%  5.   Age  14%  6.   Non-smoker  0%  7.   Credit Score  7%  8.   Have to want children 7%  9.   Have to know how to cook  14%  10</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107417705950081622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107417705950081622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107417705950081622' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107417507030780562</id><published>2004-01-15T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T09:00:11.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Founder's Day!Happy MLK Day!Oh Happy Day!People are asking what the heck I do all day.  Well, first, I wake up and go to the bathroom to TCB.  Then I wait for my kid to wake up, if he isn't up already, and we make breakfast.  As I type he is eating his eggs, sausage and grits, and watching Sanford and Son, or as he calls it "Fred."  I check email for my full time and my part time... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107417507030780562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107417507030780562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107417507030780562' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107411176127294408</id><published>2004-01-14T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T15:24:33.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't believe I have to say this... no men.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107411176127294408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107411176127294408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107411176127294408' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107409940372564911</id><published>2004-01-14T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T11:58:35.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was replying to an email from a new friend, and while writing the email I was inspired...People keep saying that God will send them someone, and that my brother should wait on the Lord.  God works in mysterious ways!  And how much more mysterious can you get? I am a Christian, and so is my brother.  How do they know that I wasn't destined to create this site so that they could meet their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107409940372564911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107409940372564911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107409940372564911' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107409597496993968</id><published>2004-01-14T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T11:25:20.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE WEIGHT GUIDELINES:According to the "What requirement would you ask Little Sister to change (or something like that) " Poll - a lot of people wish I would lift the size/weight requirements.  From the comments I have gotten, I know there are some larger framed women who are upset with me, but I can't do anything about that.  I am not going to present my brother with a girl who I know he won't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107409597496993968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107409597496993968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107409597496993968' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107405258186222985</id><published>2004-01-13T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:58:12.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone!  I have to admit... I am having a great time doing this.  I have "met" some great ladies.  This competition is going to be really tough.  Of course at this point, I don't know enough about them to make any decisions at all, but I just know that this is going to be a good game.I have added several polls so that you can express opinions, and see how many people agree with you.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107405258186222985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107405258186222985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107405258186222985' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107401769888808511</id><published>2004-01-13T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T13:17:23.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Divorced?I have been getting questions about why divorcees are not on the list of desirable candidates for my brother.  Now, you can apply.... Don't get me wrong.  Maybe something about you will blow me away, or blow him away.  I don't know.  He has dealt with baby daddy and ex-husband drama before because he really liked the woman (my mom REALLY liked the woman).  I never met her, but if my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107401769888808511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107401769888808511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107401769888808511' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107394340579216950</id><published>2004-01-12T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T16:37:06.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS JUST IN.......Photos of contestants will not be available in ads, just quotes, until voting starts... My brother's face will be revealed soon, so stop asking, just keep checking!  Yes, you can wait to apply until after you have seen his face, but you will only have 48 hours to do it.See the FAQ's for details!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107394340579216950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107394340579216950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107394340579216950' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107393510148164985</id><published>2004-01-12T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T14:18:42.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FAQ's have been updated.  Please read them before commenting... Thanks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107393510148164985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107393510148164985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107393510148164985' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107392857618864968</id><published>2004-01-12T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T12:29:57.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..........I think I have figured something out, and I have a question,  why oh why are women, black women, afraid to admit that they want a husband?  Do you enjoy being alone?  I didn't. No need to ask me what is wrong with him anymore.  "If he is so great, Little Sister, why is he single?"  As a friend of mine said, "If you are so great, why are YOU single?"  If you think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107392857618864968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107392857618864968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107392857618864968' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107372689765718542</id><published>2004-01-10T04:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T04:35:57.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone!  Have a wonderful weekend.  If you have entered, and have not sent in your photo, please do so.  Email them to littlesister@whowantstomarrymybrother.com.  A whole lot of people have sent in their application, but there is no picture.  I have read every one so far, and everyone's is great... but without a photo, your application isn't complete.  Send them in ASAP.  Any people who have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107372689765718542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107372689765718542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107372689765718542' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107366213573163943</id><published>2004-01-09T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T10:29:15.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is in the air!The pictures are coming in, and wow... this is going to be a lot of fun.  Photo FYI... I am a heterosexual female.  Sending pictures of yourself half naked won't really help you.  Send pictures that your female friends look at and say, "hay, that is an awesome picture of you," or "you looked really cute in that picture." Got a great body? Put some clothes on it before you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107366213573163943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107366213573163943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107366213573163943' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302040.post-107361153423578504</id><published>2004-01-08T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:25:54.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So far, so good! This is day one of the contest, game, advanced matchmaking, whatever you want to call it. There are haters, as with any new thing, but there are lots more people who are taking it in the loving spirit in which it was created. So far over 1500 hits to the site... not bad for one day! Some wonderful ladies have applied as well. There are some great ladies out there, and I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107361153423578504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302040/posts/default/107361153423578504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowantstomarrymybrother.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107361153423578504' title=''/><author><name>Little</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368016135570567539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
