<?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-28614508</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:11:37.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Hot Dogs</title><subtitle type='html'>More than candy. More than potato chips. More than soda. 
More than peanuts. More than french fries. More than captain crunch.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>QOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934098639420233213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.pittsburghlive.com/photos/2005-03-25/0327egirl-b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-115871025683069236</id><published>2006-09-19T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:57:36.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAMDOG!!</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday night I experienced every true hotdog lovers dream come true, namely I consumed a &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/02/14/health/main673897.shtml//"&gt;Hamdog&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-115871025683069236?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115871025683069236/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://www.pittsburghlive.com/photos/2005-03-25/0327egirl-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-115694622460849842</id><published>2006-08-30T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T09:57:04.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Campers Delight</title><content type='html'>Big juicy hot dogs roasted over a campfire and topped with Easy Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they are much tastier if you eat them while wearing a meshback trucker hat that reads "Beer Is The Reason I Get Up Every Afternoon"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-115694622460849842?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115694622460849842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Feeling: Deprived</title><content type='html'>Because I spent four days and nights in New Orleans and didn't get one single Lucky Dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-115333538376101878?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115333538376101878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=115333538376101878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115333538376101878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115333538376101878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-115281712924369484?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115281712924369484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=115281712924369484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115281712924369484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115281712924369484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-and-yes.html' title='Yes And Yes!'/><author><name>DCDarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270940750901835815</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-115211403142064416</id><published>2006-07-05T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T11:40:31.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork NJ Style</title><content type='html'>I just returned from a trip to NJ and managed to eat my way through the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I woke up and went to the beach. Once I got there, I realized how starved I was. Surely this called for a pork roll, egg and cheese on a hard roll with ketchup. Thankfully there was a grease stand up on the boardwalk. Yum!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 hours later, it was lunch time. We were getting ready to leave the beach and decided that it was time for me to introduce the Boy to the best hot dog ever.... &lt;a href="http://www.windmillhotdogs.com/menu.htm"&gt;Windmill&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs here are the perfect amount of crispy and juicy and they are extra long. I say the bigger the dog the better!!! I had mine with sauerkraut and spicy mustard. He had his with relish, mustard and ketchup. And, I can't forget about my side of cheese fries! The crinkle fries at Windmill are the perfect shape and texture to maximize the amount of cheese each fry can hold. And the cheese is not just a slice of Kraft melted over the fries. They put the realy gooey cheese wiz type of cheese all over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.... I miss NJ mostly for the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I also managed to eat a whole package of pork roll on Sunday at family breakfast. My brother takes 2 slices of pork roll, sticks a piece of cheese on top and follows it with 2 more pork roll slices. Put on a bagel, it is a magical treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-115211403142064416?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115211403142064416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=115211403142064416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115211403142064416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115211403142064416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/07/pork-nj-style.html' title='Pork NJ Style'/><author><name>DCDarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270940750901835815</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-115133174964926171</id><published>2006-06-26T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:22:29.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Fundraising Tip #578</title><content type='html'>When hosting a bull roast barbecue, always be sure to have plenty of grilled hot dogs on hand. And lots of beer too. It will make me want to donate to your cause, regardless of party lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-115133174964926171?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115133174964926171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=115133174964926171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115133174964926171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115133174964926171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/political-fundraising-tip-578.html' title='Political Fundraising Tip #578'/><author><name>DCDarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270940750901835815</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-115029140197456818</id><published>2006-06-14T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T09:23:21.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Lovin'</title><content type='html'>Saturday, the Beau and I got a last minute invitation to attend a baseball game. The seats were right behind home base and the weather was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with peanuts and beer. Being that I had a huge breakfast sandwich earlier, I didn't plan on eating a hot dog (I am becoming a fat ass from all the processed meats!!). But, the Beau knows me so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he was running to the restroom and to grab us more beer. When he came back, not only was he carrying 2 beers but he also had 2 hot dogs. One made with my fav, sauerkrat and mustard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true love!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-115029140197456818?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115029140197456818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=115029140197456818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115029140197456818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115029140197456818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/baseball-lovin.html' title='Baseball Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>DCDarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270940750901835815</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-115022147103534111</id><published>2006-06-13T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:59:35.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Artsy Dogs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://explodingdog.com/drawonpaper/06052006/images/0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://explodingdog.com/drawonpaper/06052006/images/0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mikey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-115022147103534111?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115022147103534111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=115022147103534111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115022147103534111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115022147103534111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/artsy-dogs.html' title='Artsy Dogs!'/><author><name>QOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934098639420233213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.pittsburghlive.com/photos/2005-03-25/0327egirl-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-115014503215997778</id><published>2006-06-12T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:43:52.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head</title><content type='html'>Friday night we got caught in a downpour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since the place we ducked in for shelter was serving hot dogs and pitchers, we really didn't mind all that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-115014503215997778?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115014503215997778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=115014503215997778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115014503215997778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/115014503215997778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head'/><author><name>QOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934098639420233213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.pittsburghlive.com/photos/2005-03-25/0327egirl-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-114962883921337942</id><published>2006-06-06T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T17:22:24.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Craving: A Tragic Monologue In One Short Act</title><content type='html'>Setting: The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lowly office drudge begins to dream of lunch as the one o' clock hour approaches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I crave a hot dog! Methinks I shall go to the stand outside and purchase a lunch of delicious processed meat on a sweet white bun and topped with glorious ketchup and chopped onions - tis only a hot dog that can bring back the portion of my soul sucked out in the meetings of this morn. &lt;br /&gt;Wait! &lt;br /&gt;What is this here? No wallet! I must count my change - surely there is a dollar-twenty-five scattered throughout my desk drawers.&lt;br /&gt;No! This cannot be! Only seventy-three cents! There will be no hot dog for luncheon today! &lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Surely the gods must hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- End Scene -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-114962883921337942?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114962883921337942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=114962883921337942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114962883921337942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114962883921337942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/craving-tragic-monologue-in-one-short.html' title='The Craving: A Tragic Monologue In One Short Act'/><author><name>QOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934098639420233213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.pittsburghlive.com/photos/2005-03-25/0327egirl-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-114946972283393271</id><published>2006-06-04T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:08:42.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Abe Froman?</title><content type='html'>I was at a BBQ today. It was an end of year party for my school and it wasn't all that fun but the thought of free food was too alluring for me to turn down. I was looking forward to a nice grilled dog with some relish and mustard with a side of potato salad and cole slaw. Unfortunately, in stead of hot dogs, the coordinator decided to buy bratwurst. Although the bratwurst wasn't bad, it was no hot dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me some good German sausage every now and again (given that they are the ancestors of the all American hot dog) but today was not one of those days. Plus, bratwurst doesn't fit on a but the same way a hot dog does, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- If anyone actually does read this besides QOS, I hope you understand the title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-114946972283393271?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114946972283393271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=114946972283393271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114946972283393271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114946972283393271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/youre-abe-froman.html' title='You&apos;re Abe Froman?'/><author><name>DCDarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270940750901835815</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-114902364937080982</id><published>2006-05-30T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:14:09.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Life Lets You Down</title><content type='html'>On Saturday afternoon The Sister, the Smalltown Girl, the Cute Friend and I set out for a day of hardcore shopping in The District.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After multiple hours of agonizing over fat tummy rolls and persuading Cute Friend that his life would not be complete without a pink and white striped shirt from J Crew, we decided to have a blessedly welcome bite to eat at the food court. Of &lt;em&gt;course&lt;/em&gt; I settled on a hot dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret to say that it was one of the most wretched hot dogs I have ever tasted. The skin was so thick it was almost banana-like in texture, while the bun was so dry that it conjured up memories of the time I made bread and forgot to put in any wet ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tragedy and a travesty. . .but in the end, it was still a hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take a bad hot dog over a good brussell sprout any day of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-114902364937080982?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114902364937080982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=114902364937080982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114902364937080982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114902364937080982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-life-lets-you-down.html' title='Sometimes Life Lets You Down'/><author><name>QOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934098639420233213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.pittsburghlive.com/photos/2005-03-25/0327egirl-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-114887026198491914</id><published>2006-05-28T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:37:41.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Dogs Annapolis Style</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my gentleman caller decided to take me and my puppy on a day trip to Annapolis. We found a small, casual cafe with outdoor seating for lunch. Looking through the menu, my special male friend exclaimed, "Darling look! They have your favorite here... Hot Dogs!" And, even though I wasn't in the mood (gasp!) for deliciously grilled processed meat covered in cheese, onions and mustard I felt that I had a hot dog lovin' reputation to live up to. In the end, I ordered the foot long and haven't regretted my decision one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-114887026198491914?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114887026198491914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=114887026198491914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114887026198491914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114887026198491914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/hot-dogs-annapolis-style.html' title='Hot Dogs Annapolis Style'/><author><name>DCDarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270940750901835815</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-114859177396729380</id><published>2006-05-25T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:16:13.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Not-So-Hot Dog</title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling utterly horrible today and decided to go into work a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, I took a walk with my gentleman friend who knows my love of hot dogs. We went down to the little grill place in the office so he could get a shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Are you sure there is nothing I can do that will make you feel better?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I am positive. I feel absolutely wretched."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "They have hot dogs here. Are you sure even a hot dog won't work today?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I am sad to report, no. I feel that bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today- Not even a delicious hot dog can make me feel better and that just depresses me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-114859177396729380?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114859177396729380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=114859177396729380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114859177396729380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114859177396729380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-so-hot-dog.html' title='A Not-So-Hot Dog'/><author><name>DCDarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270940750901835815</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-114856949701127378</id><published>2006-05-25T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:04:57.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Juices Are Flowing</title><content type='html'>I won't be happy until I've tried to make &lt;a href="http://www.nipponham.co.jp/winny/kazari/index.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest. Idea. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-114856949701127378?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114856949701127378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=114856949701127378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114856949701127378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114856949701127378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/creative-juices-are-flowing.html' title='Creative Juices Are Flowing'/><author><name>QOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934098639420233213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.pittsburghlive.com/photos/2005-03-25/0327egirl-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-114849339140355818</id><published>2006-05-24T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:56:31.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What Friends Are For</title><content type='html'>I IM'd QOS this afternoon, angry about work. She had the perfect suggestion to take away my sorrows.... Let's meet for hot dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, we were in front of the Big Huge Touristy eating place and walkng over to get delicious processed meat. But, the goodness doesn't end there. We also ate nachos and drank white zinfandel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way classy... because that's how we roll, and because only a fab friend knows the value of cheap wine, nacho cheese and hot dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-114849339140355818?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114849339140355818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=114849339140355818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114849339140355818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114849339140355818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/thats-what-friends-are-for.html' title='That&apos;s What Friends Are For'/><author><name>DCDarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270940750901835815</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-114847767649702828</id><published>2006-05-24T09:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:34:36.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way to My Heart</title><content type='html'>Last night at the Nats game, a boy bought me a hot dog and I told him I loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I said the same thing to the boy who bought me a hamburger on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to my heart is definitely through my stomach.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-114847767649702828?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114847767649702828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=114847767649702828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114847767649702828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114847767649702828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/way-to-my-heart.html' title='The Way to My Heart'/><author><name>QOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934098639420233213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.pittsburghlive.com/photos/2005-03-25/0327egirl-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-114840722038767783</id><published>2006-05-23T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:00:20.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love For You Makes Perfect Sense</title><content type='html'>I was born in July, which happens to be National Hot Dog Month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-114840722038767783?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114840722038767783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=114840722038767783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114840722038767783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114840722038767783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-love-for-you-makes-perfect-sense.html' title='My Love For You Makes Perfect Sense'/><author><name>DCDarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270940750901835815</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614508.post-114840641344078406</id><published>2006-05-23T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:46:53.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Hot Dogs</title><content type='html'>Because man cannot live by bread alone. He needs processed meat to go with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28614508-114840641344078406?l=welovehotdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114840641344078406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28614508&amp;postID=114840641344078406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114840641344078406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28614508/posts/default/114840641344078406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovehotdogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-love-hot-dogs.html' title='We Love Hot Dogs'/><author><name>QOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934098639420233213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.pittsburghlive.com/photos/2005-03-25/0327egirl-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
