<?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-15910176</id><updated>2011-08-02T05:23:12.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke Dixie Comments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910176.post-113157265210646722</id><published>2005-11-09T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:44:12.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem my friend wrote about her brother's recent death!</title><content type='html'> THE DAY  November fourteenth, two thousand two Plays back in my head The memories of me and you Talking outside just like best friends Same ole same ole Not knowing today would be the end We talked about moms birthday What we would do Whatever you want sis, its up to you We discussed what I wanted for my birthday, and I said a car Ill get you a Porsche, a Ferrari, whatever you want, Of course matchbox by far I remember looking at your face You looked so handsome Gregory, so pure My baby brother so full of grace You said this would be a very special birthday for me, Twenty Five So very special, Crystal These words you said when you were alive I laughed and stated its just another day Oh no, Sis, I promise it will be special in every way We laughed, joked and talked about life You sat in YOUR chair  And played with your favorite knife You told me you were just going around the block Please dont be long bubba, Keep your eyes on the clock Ill be right back sis, I love you as you shut the door Ok Greg That was it, you spoke no more Knock, knock a neighbor is here Your brothers been in an accident Hes right down there At first I saw your car and didnt think it could be true And then I saw a bloody body And your motorcycle laying next to you I ran fast, as fast as I could My baby brother This is no good Bubba, Greg are you okay You didnt move at all Oh God no, not today I see you lying there just so still Blood is everywhere, Are you alive? Oh God this is making me ill I rush up to hold you tight and give you a kiss They are pushing me away My brothers bleeding, I have to fix this! I called mom and it was all I could say Bubba, Bubba, accident Oh no Mom, and its your birthday I handed the phone to a man who stood next to me As he explained details to Mom I stood there and watched your heart bleed My body trembling as I stared at you on the ground Police, Firefighters and Ambulance But I could not hear a sound You are lying there as still as if you are asleep I have never felt so helpless All I can do is weep I swore up and down that youd be alright You may be my baby brother But youll put up a big fight I called Dad with the news and heard him cry Baby I have one question, he said Is he going to die? Out of anger I yelled, Hell No! Hes going to be okay Im not understanding this Why are they acting this way We met you at the hospital with no time to spare The nurse came in to tell us No brain waves are there Mom panicking and oh so sad She knew her baby was dying  And for some reason that made me mad How can she think this when youre her baby? Have some hope Mother Tell me he is going to live, just maybe I could not take it watching her shed so many tears I need fresh air now Someone needs to get me out of here I was told that Grandpa and the church were praying for you Little did I know They were on their way too Waiting and waiting we were heartbroken The Chaplain came in That is when the painful words were spoken Dr. Lilly walked in to say Were doing all we can, I just dont think theres a chance, not this day I ran out of the room not knowing what to think This cannot be true I am feeling my heart sink The Chaplain came outside to say that Mom really needs me She is hurting so bad And wants to hold her other baby As I walk back in, Mom greets me Do you want to go see your brother, Crystal? This will be your last chance you see We walked with the nurse to head upstairs Mom is in tears And I feel like I cant even care I am just so damn confused, not understanding whats going on Greg, you are our life This is where you belong Walking to the room, Mom asked if I was going to be okay Of course I am Again, Why is she acting this way With tears in my eyes I could only proceed Doctors, Nurses running everywhere Oh my God, I dropped to my knees This is horrible; I just want to make it right I run out the doors Mom looks, I am nowhere in sight I sat outside crying, asking God how could this be You cant take my little brother He makes us a complete family I started back to the room just so I could hold your hand You are so pale sweetie Yet STILL a beautiful man I prayed to God not to take my only brother Just one more chance Please dont do this to my Mother Dads next to me screaming Oh God No I cannot believe this is happening Greg, Youre letting go I feel Moms hand touch my shoulder Whats going on here? I feel the room getting colder Mom looks at me and says, Thats it How? Where are the doctors Cant they do shit? I do still not understand, what does this mean? Hes Gone, Dr. Lilly says No, this cant be what it seems The doctor announces the time is five o five I am sorry maam Your brother did not make it alive This is the day that replays in my head    TO:  Gregory Thomas Temple Scott  My baby Brother BY:   Crystal Jo Ball &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113157265210646722?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113157265210646722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113157265210646722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113157265210646722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113157265210646722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/poem-my-friend-wrote-about-her.html' title='Poem my friend wrote about her brother&apos;s recent death!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910176.post-113155457311475276</id><published>2005-11-09T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:42:53.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling very blah.....</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,  I'm finally home! For a little while at least... Jellystone was tons of fun! We spent the four days swimming and laying out. It was really nice to be able to relax for a change!  Anyways.....I just got home from church.....well we went shopping after church so I guess I just got home from shopping, and now I have the biggest headache in the world! UGH   Oh ok....update on my Grandpa......he saw a doctor in Marshfield and he will probably be having open-heart surgery.....again......the doctors aren't sure if that will help at all but it the only thing they can do at the moment so hopefully everything will go well. And he has been put on medication to drain the water retained in his legs, he's already lost 15 pounds so that's a good sign that the medication is doing it's job. But please please please pray for him.   *sigh* wow.....I'm really not having a good day....I'm not even sure why! Oh well....I'm gonna head out....have a good day everyone and thank you sooooo much for keeping my family in your prayers!  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(  )  .   -28.8.05??? (  ??)    !    : http://angelcity.kidz.co.il . -15         ???   :   13   .   ...(   )         ....  ...  ...      ...     .. -          ?  ... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113148625248749764?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113148625248749764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113148625248749764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113148625248749764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113148625248749764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113146797799983741</id><published>2005-11-08T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:39:38.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Braai's, FTV and Slapshots..</title><content type='html'>So... there we were - havin a few beers at The Bosses Bosses house where my Bosses Bosses Boss had joined us from London. Beer going down like fathers pants on Mothers Day, next thing we knew someone shouts lets go to Frankies! Right so we off - LARSON offers to take the Bosses Bosses Boss back to the hotel.. halfway across town he realises he's goin to the wrong hotel! First impressions... GOTTA LOVE IT! Anyway we finally arrive at Frankies - The Three Musketeers... CALL ME A CAB SOMEONE! But we jus got here mate - Oh no sorry, the drink! Next thing we know FTV MIDNIGHT HOT hits the big screen..! Guys cant take there eyes away from the plasma.. and the camera phone starts snapping away... SKYFELLOW not shy says i bet u i can take a photo up this girls skirt without gettin slapped..! BET WON!! On the way to the house... that is CROWDED. LARSON and MULLER double parkinghit the dance floor..&amp;quot;BOGEY ON MY6 ITS GOT TONE..!&amp;quot; Thats Mullergone... gone home for a bit of a &amp;quot;lie down&amp;quot;one Wingman down! SO with dancing shoes on SKYFELLOW and LARSON hit the dance floor.. ripping up the moves when... the chick from Frankies steps up and says &amp;quot;Arnt you the guy who tried to take a photo up my skirt?!&amp;quot; to which SKYFELLOW replies &amp;quot;Yes but look it didnt come out - next time I'll make sure my phone's got a flash!!!&amp;quot; 1x slap to the facetakes the stingout of the step and we retreat to the bar.. still double parking LARSON reckons i need some more money - OH LOOK theres a ATM by the bar.. PROVE IT! Draws R1000.. as u can imagine the night from there on became a of a collage! A great time was by all and the next morning at work the boys were wearing it PROPERLY... PROVE IT! ok, see the pictures... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113146797799983741?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113146797799983741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113146797799983741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113146797799983741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113146797799983741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/about-braais-ftv-and-slapshots.html' title='About Braai&apos;s, FTV and Slapshots..'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113138136879498039</id><published>2005-11-07T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:36:08.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight is gonna be fun</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited! Tonight I get to play with the JV. Its cool cuz I'm gonna play with both teams so I'm gonna have games like every night. That could get tiring but o well. Anyways this weekend should be kinda fun. I'm goin to Imy's game and then hanging out with him afterwards and then on Sunday I'm going to my aunts church to watch my cousin get baptized and then go to a party. Sounds fun don't it? But yea I will talk to you all later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113138136879498039?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113138136879498039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113138136879498039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113138136879498039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113138136879498039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/tonight-is-gonna-be-fun.html' title='tonight is gonna be fun'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113131345214411820</id><published>2005-11-06T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:44:12.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Friday Top 10 List</title><content type='html'>     Top 10 Reasons I Wish My Life   Was a Broadway Musical10. I'd always have an orchestra coming in on cue to add drama to what I'm saying. I feel a song coming on...9. People would always laugh at my jokes. Did you hear the one about...8. People on stage rarely eat. Think of the money and calories I'd save!7. My name on a billboard in lights. I can't convince them to do that where I really work.6. My hair and make-up would always look perfect. No frizz, no grey roots, no smudged eyeliner.5. I'd never have to go to the dentist. Nuff said!4. I'd always say the right thing at the right time. All the mistakes would be worked out in rehearsal.3. Every night, I'd have a handsome, romantic leading man who adores me. And I'd never have to cook for him or do his laundry.2. At the end of each night, all my problems would be resolved. Sweet dreams.1.And the #1 reason: Mo' Money!!!    Top 10 Reasons I'm Glad My Life   Is Not a Broadway Musical10. I'd always know how my life is going to turn out. No mystery = no fun!9. It would be wearisome to face the same dilemmas day after day after day. Oh wait, I really do that.8. All that stage make-up might make me break out. Had enough of that in my teens, thank you very much.7. I'd get too hot with the lights and all. Do they make Arrid Xtra Dry in industrial strength?6. I'd miss David, Jay and Craig (Letterman, Leno &amp;amp; Ferguson) every night. I couldn't bear to part with my boys.5. Someone saying the same thing to me day after day would make me want to slap them. Oh wait, I do that too.4. The constant applause and adoration would give me too big an ego. Never let me be compared to Britney or Paris, besides the obvious reasons.3. Talk about the ultimate case of not being able to get a song out of your head. Getting to know you, getting to know all about...no, no, make it stop.2. I'd have to wear the same clothes every day. Ewwww!1. Having someone tell me exactly what to do and say every minute of my life would really tick me off. Miss Independent! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113131345214411820?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113131345214411820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113131345214411820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113131345214411820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113131345214411820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/murphys-friday-top-10-list.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Friday Top 10 List'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113129562741770824</id><published>2005-11-06T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:47:07.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It a wonderful day in the city.</title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord today,Hallelujah!!!! I woke up with Jesus on my mind and heart. I slept pretty good last night. I ate at a nice resturante with my honey and brother and Alishia. The food was really good. I had a nice day until Leilani came in and started trouble for everybody here. It's so good to know Jesus. Today I will ask God to keep me in his way. I didn't attend church service this morning. I read God's words which is so important to me. Big Gil is off today. My avon order is due in. I'll relax my legs. I was able to chat with my gilrfriend from PA which was a good thing. It's another hot day. I was able check out all my emails and reply to some of them. I feel pretty good thank God. Gil, ll went to his church this morning. I hadlots of people over this weekend which was ok.It's good to be alive. I pray that all will have a Blessed day and those who don't know the Lord Jesus to seek him while he can be found. Have a nice day!!! AJC &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113129562741770824?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113129562741770824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113129562741770824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113129562741770824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113129562741770824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-wonderful-day-in-city.html' title='It a wonderful day in the city.'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113122679411739279</id><published>2005-11-05T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T13:39:54.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Starts Tomorrow!  YEE HAAW!</title><content type='html'>School Starts Tomorrow  The day has arrived after 2 1/2 months of summer break.Nowlet'scheck the list:   School Supplies   Clothes   Shoes   Backpacks   Lunch Boxes  Food for Cold Lunches  Haircuts!  Did we forget anything? Oh ya, PTO volunteer sign up sheets. Ok. I think that's it. Isn't it? Now the kids are putting together their favorite outfits to wear on the first day... How exciting! Do you remember when my sister and I did that, Mom?Only, &amp;quot;low rise&amp;quot; denim jeans were unheard of back then... Thank goodness! (Have you SEEN how low those pantsare in front now? What in the world??? Wait... Maybe they don't do that in Italy?) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113122679411739279?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113122679411739279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113122679411739279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113122679411739279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113122679411739279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/school-starts-tomorrow-yee-haaw.html' title='School Starts Tomorrow!  YEE HAAW!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113120878571906257</id><published>2005-11-05T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:39:46.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sleep deprived weekend</title><content type='html'>ok so friday corey was online and hes neva online (grrr) so i stayed up til like 6 talkin to him on line then i had to wake up at 9 b/c i went bowling and out to eat w/ my parents.......then saturday nyte i went to brookes and didnt get to bed til about 6 again b/c we stayed up talking on the phone/internet.........then i had to wake up at about 9:30 b/c i ahd to go park cars at threshers (which was totally fun by the way even tho im totally sunburnt)....then that nyte tonya came over and we watched movies til 4.......i woke up bout 10 and went to her house to hang out..........now tonyte im gonna go over to bryces at about 1 when our parents are asleep and watch movies so im gonna be really cranky in the morning.........lol..........ttyl     Kristin &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113120878571906257?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113120878571906257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113120878571906257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113120878571906257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113120878571906257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-sleep-deprived-weekend.html' title='my sleep deprived weekend'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113114019514122419</id><published>2005-11-04T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:36:35.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the blog</title><content type='html'>Figuring out the blog thing, apparantly it's all the rage. Dance recital was a long process, but a hit. Kids had a blast, and while i was hoping it may make them realize that it's a lot of work to take two classes a piece, and they would back down to one, it seems to have backfired. They are all wanting to sign up for multiple, many, numerous classes. Ben suddenly wants to do tap and theater arts as well as the Irish. madison wants theater arts and any darn dance class the lovely ms. Sylvia is teaching and Gillian is set on Ballet, Tap, Jazz, theater arts, and she says maybe hip hop if she likes it this summer. So lets see we would have to do about 14 costume changes for recital...HA i think not kids.   Getting the pool ripped off was a big bummer..I asked michael if he had it done just to say &amp;quot;I told you so&amp;quot;. He had said not to put it there, but it was so heavy i didn't feel like carrying it to the back! whoa is me, i may almost have to admit he was right one time. apparantly our neighbor had their carpet shampooer that was in pieces drying out stole right out of their front yard...it's nearly comical that people are so bold and so freaking stupid with so little respect.  Apparantly they tell me the loan is going to happen, it's just happening slowly. At this point in life i Have no patience for slow. It will be so wonderful to have these floors looking beautiful and to have windows that we can open that someone just can't hop right into (including every bug on the planet) without at least a little bit of noise and effort.  Beautiful emmie will appreciate being able to walk on floors that don't have seams where one throw rug ends and the next begins....they are mean old rugs and trip her daily.  School is out in 4 more days...sorta silly that they have to go half day on monday but oh well . . . spring fever is hitting hard around these parts, and the kids are not wanting to do their homework/behave/listen/go to bed before 10:30 because it's still light out until then.  I need to tackle the laundry today...whoa is me. I hate laundry, and am so thankful I am not in Anitas situation carrying it up and down stairs and such. I would honestly be purchasing all the 3.00 clothes at walmart and throwing them away after dirty haha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113114019514122419?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113114019514122419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113114019514122419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113114019514122419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113114019514122419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/do-blog.html' title='Do the blog'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113112264788101347</id><published>2005-11-04T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:44:07.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity Theft Updates</title><content type='html'>everybody!! (do this even though our computer &amp;quot;automaticly&amp;quot; updates itself cuz somtimes it doesnt get all of em)go to the internet go to the task bar and click on tools,go to windows updates,push costum download the updates butNOTthe wiindows media one or any updates that are under hardwear.(do this even though our computer &amp;quot;automaticly&amp;quot; updates itself cuz somtimes it doesnt get all of em) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113112264788101347?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113112264788101347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113112264788101347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113112264788101347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113112264788101347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/identity-theft-updates.html' title='Identity Theft Updates'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113103559560707800</id><published>2005-11-03T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:33:15.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the boulevard</title><content type='html'>today me and robyn got our hair done. i got a trim/restyle. i am out of the stick straight hair phase i guess u could say, and so is robyn she got a perm. after that i went to acapulco fresh and there was this hot guy working there. and then i came home and now i'm writing this thing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113103559560707800?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113103559560707800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113103559560707800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113103559560707800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113103559560707800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/boulevard.html' title='the boulevard'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113096708316347513</id><published>2005-11-02T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:31:23.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Hey Peeps I'm soooooooooooooooooo Excited about my trip to BC!YAAAAAAAAA ITs going to be sooo much awsome fun And i'm sooo excited about youth starting, YES I miss you guys so much But i really don't want Summer to end  Cause you know, it's going to be back to homework and school, and teachers that scare the heck out of you, and then they lose your assignments. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR But lets look at the good while it last right! So ya i really am very hungry so i'm going to eat my breakfast, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm FRUITLOOPS YUUMMMM Soooooooooooo................................... ya i guess that it for now L8rs &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113096708316347513?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113096708316347513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113096708316347513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113096708316347513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113096708316347513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113094905506994158</id><published>2005-11-02T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:30:55.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has anyone missed me?</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to get on Spaces muchthis past week, due to my brother taking over the computer to do some research forhomework.  I haven't had much time to check my email even. I'll try to read everything everyone wrote this week...hopefully I'll have the computer (and time)for myself this weekend...heh I'll get around eventually  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113094905506994158?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113094905506994158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113094905506994158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113094905506994158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113094905506994158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/has-anyone-missed-me.html' title='Has anyone missed me?'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113088094324451303</id><published>2005-11-01T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:35:43.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation to nowhere - Day #4</title><content type='html'>Started out today with another recovery run. I decided to run the uphill course again. 9:16 mile, not bad - another fastest run day. Looks like I may break the 9 minute mark before the 5K!  We started out the day with a stop at the doctor's office. No worries, we moved up T's 9-month checkup to this week so that we won't have to run around crazy next week. Everything looks good. M and I have been dreading the last part of this checkup - a blood draw. Ug. We'll probably head over to the lab sometime on Friday. Hope I don't pass out.    After the appointment, we took T back for naptime and I was off to the bike shop! I bought a Specialized Allez Sport bike yesterday. Special thanks goes out to my sponsor for giving me the green light! Woohoo! The bike shop fitted me and outfitted me with all the accessories.   Finally we headed out to dinner with friends - good 'ole Z Tejas.   Tomorrow : Dukes of Hazard  Later... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113088094324451303?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113088094324451303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113088094324451303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113088094324451303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113088094324451303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/vacation-to-nowhere-day-4.html' title='Vacation to nowhere - Day #4'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113086282791820543</id><published>2005-11-01T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:33:47.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>Feel sad n Disappointed. 1st he chose to be one of those ppl that he hates, changed everything he ever said n did , no feeling of regret to hurting anyone, everything he did is to achieve her.sad n disappointed not becoz of hurting me, its be coz, he chose to be a person like that. 2nd, he's being someone i never  expected. what he told me is to catch the chance to transfer, but what now? not doing anything to catch the chance.what's the matter of gving up the school?  anyway, thats the way he is now, that the way he enjoys to be now. well, he just one of my New fd sth just get me a rid of that sad, worry n disapoointment: &amp;quot;why do u care about how he feels , the fact is , he already with another girl now , why do u care about how he person change ?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;why should u worry about him when u have a bigger problem to worry ?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;he is who he wants to be , why do u give a fuck ?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;WHY DO U GIVE A DAMN ABOUT HE GOT HURT FROM HIS EX ?  u can't never undo the past , right ??&amp;quot; &amp;quot;guys lie , they do whatever as they please &amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113086282791820543?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113086282791820543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113086282791820543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113086282791820543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113086282791820543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113079483483325215</id><published>2005-10-31T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:40:35.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>omfg</title><content type='html'>wow i have sum reali fucken up friends yo its like they r just bitches very childish too w.e yo thank god im not gona see them for long...club was great left too early thanks to adam n jason n whoever the fuck said to leave in the 1st place.... got sum free drink dance like a ___ it was gud overall...  2more weeks till i leave cant wait happy father's dayz toall u daddy out there or soon tob one &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113079483483325215?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113079483483325215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113079483483325215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113079483483325215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113079483483325215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/omfg.html' title='omfg'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910176.post-113070779358472665</id><published>2005-10-30T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:29:53.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the absurdity of emotion</title><content type='html'>it's queer that i feel very lonely today. i shouldn't feelthis wayon such a busy morning. there are tons of works in front of me but suddenly i just feel gloomy. have u guys ever felt this way before? People's emotionis justlike the Labyrinth, i believe. u'll never know what is ahaed of u and u r trapped in your own confusion and lostmind. and of course, people react differently with their changing moods and emotions. some are able to keep it inside very well. some explode it all. some complain about everything. some put all the blames on others. some said that they never face the real happiness and sadness is their truthfulcompany. what's the best way to deal with emotion? who is considered brave and who is the coward? i'm still figuring that out.  if u guys know the right answer, just show me the light, ok?  ps. sorry for all the absurdity above.now i feel better. thnks for reading and trying to understand my message. hee hee hee  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113070779358472665?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113070779358472665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113070779358472665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113070779358472665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113070779358472665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/absurdity-of-emotion.html' title='the absurdity of emotion'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113068985902127196</id><published>2005-10-30T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:30:59.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GMAT</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't know where to start. I am very sad. Yeah, same old GMAT thingy, nothing else can make me sad at the moment. I talked to my parents this morning, my dad really supported me, but my mom said that only miracle can help meShe said I've tried not that I haven't. I have to admit that I cant do well. Guys! I have to admit that? I just can't!   I thought that you can get anything you want if you know where you are, what you're doing, what is the plan and you want it bad enough, you try your best and you can make it happen somehow. It isnt true anymore?  Lets see na, I study before class, I really pay more than 100% attention in class, I review after class, I do the homework after reviewing. I do the practice test. What else can I do to improve my score? ahhhhh, i know what you're gonna say! Practice practice and PRACTICE chai mai?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?Alright if more practice will make perfect, I will do that!   I am feeling better now b/c come to think of it, i just started studying this GMAT thingy for 4 weeks and I cant expect my score to jump from ... (secret) to 650 ,right? Wish me luck then!    Ps. Sorry &amp;quot;everybody&amp;quot; na ka for not replying emails. I have been really busy studying jing jing plus I am just &amp;quot;seng()&amp;quot; of &amp;quot;people&amp;quot; acting like &amp;quot;mr/mrs/ms&amp;quot; knows it all. I mean how can you judge (it's ok if u want to use the word &amp;quot;read people&amp;quot;?) the people. how can you expect that he/she gotta be the way you want him/her to be? its just aint fair.   ps. thank you na ka P'Pan for your advice about GMAT. It really makes me feel better knowing that everyone has trouble with GMATmaybe it aint 100% true but at least that made me smile! (a little)  ps. P'Gen! Texas A&amp;amp;M is in the middle of nowhere! is it true!????? haha!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113068985902127196?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113068985902127196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113068985902127196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113068985902127196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113068985902127196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/gmat.html' title='GMAT'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113062161322171383</id><published>2005-10-29T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:33:33.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>I feel like such an idiot. I made my pretty lady worry for a stupid reason. I don't know why these things are bothering me... they just are. Perhaps I don't like the thought of someone else touching her. Even if nothing was meant by it, I just don't like it. I thought about this all night, so I didn't sleep at all. Also, I think summer is finally getting to me. I just want it to be over.  I'm sorry pretty lady... I love you so much. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113062161322171383?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113062161322171383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113062161322171383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113062161322171383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113062161322171383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113060385117545484</id><published>2005-10-29T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T09:37:31.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WROC fundraiser</title><content type='html'>May has been a pretty busy month - for Mother's Day weekend I captained a table for the annual Welfare Rights Organizing Coalition's Mother's Day Auction. The event was fabulous, if a bit rough around the edges, as usual. I was joined this year by my esteemed colleagues Erin McGhee and Margaret Cuevas. M- and I bid on an electric boat trip around Lake Union and won - so stay tuned for Tales Of Lake Union premiering later this summer.  The auction, which benefits WROC, a 20 year old grassroots coalition that provides support and services for low-income, single parents (usually women) in the Puget Sound, has been one of those charity efforts I invest time and money into every year. Although this year went well, I'm starting to question the coalition's underlying philosophy and goals. Maybe it's just the speakers that are put in front of us every year -- typically recipients of WROC support -- but I'm starting to get the feel that this group takes a &amp;quot;You owe us money because we're disadvantaged&amp;quot; attitude, which I find disconcerting. While I've always felt that the greatest drawback to capitalism is the inherent inability to take care of those on the bottom on the pyramid -- in fact, I argue that capitalism works as an economic framework precisely because the great majority of folks bear the brunt of sweat inequity -- I also need a more compelling reason to support WROC than &amp;quot;you owe us.&amp;quot; I guess there is a limit to how much pulling one can do on bleeding heart strings afterall.  That said (perhaps there will be more to come later), the auction proved to belots of fun.The best part had to be the Cake Auction, which sparked a major bidding war among the tables for scrumptious desserts made at local bakeries and by a few talented individuals (I think M- donated a chocolate truffle cake).  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113060385117545484?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113060385117545484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113060385117545484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113060385117545484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113060385117545484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/wroc-fundraiser.html' title='WROC fundraiser'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113053589303630705</id><published>2005-10-28T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:44:53.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know some people will agree with some of these</title><content type='html'>10 Best Places to Live in UK 1 - Epsom and Ewell 2 - City of Westminster 3 - Harrogate 4 - Ashford, Kent 5 - Stratford Upon Avon 6 - East Hertfordshire 7 - South Cambridgeshire 8 - Mole Valley 9 - Guildford  10 - West Oxfordshire  10 Worst Places to Live in UK   1 - Hull 2 - Nottingham 3 - Strabane 4 - Hackney, London 5 - Middlesbrough 6 - Mansfield 7 - Blaenau Gwent, S Wales 8 - Merthyr Tydfil, S Wales 9 - Salford, Gtr Manchester 10 - Easington, County Durham   What are your thoughts?(Source: bbc.co.uk)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113053589303630705?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113053589303630705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113053589303630705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113053589303630705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113053589303630705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-know-some-people-will-agree-with.html' title='I know some people will agree with some of these'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113044902301256100</id><published>2005-10-27T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:37:03.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lekker weertje, dus boompje moest het bezuren...</title><content type='html'>Jah, het was best een aardig dagje vandaag, dus ik d8: laat ik eens gaan tuinieren! Er moest nog een een vuurdoorn met de grond gelijk gemaakt worden dus ff spelen met pappie's power-tools is altijd wel geinig. Bleek een erger werkje dan gedacht, want dat kutding had dus superveel stekels en vond het ook nodig mij daar meer dan eens mee te bewerken. Maargoed, je kunt ook niet alles hebben. Uiteindelijk heb ik dat ding toch in 2 uur tijd mores geleerd en toen was ie weg! En wat doe je daarna? Daarna heb ik lekker 4 liter Sangria zitten klaarmaken en die staat nu in de koelkast voor vanavond! Gheghe, leuk spul is dat altijd! En nu ff chillen achter mn PC'tje, met een lekker Corona'tje... Jammie! Greetz! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113044902301256100?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113044902301256100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113044902301256100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113044902301256100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113044902301256100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/lekker-weertje-dus-boompje-moest-het.html' title='Lekker weertje, dus boompje moest het bezuren...'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113043116539637008</id><published>2005-10-27T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:39:25.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Minute Management Seminar</title><content type='html'>Lesson One... An eagle was sitting on a tree -resting... doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, &amp;quot;Can I also sit like you and do nothing&amp;quot;? The eagle answered, &amp;quot;Sure, why not?&amp;quot; So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.   Management Lesson One...  To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.   ---------------------------------------------------- Lesson Two...  A turkey was chatting with a bull. &amp;quot;I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree but, I haven't got the energy&amp;quot;, sighed the turkey. &amp;quot;Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?&amp;quot;, replied the bull...&amp;quot;they're packed with nutrients&amp;quot;. The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally, on the fifth day, he found himself proudly perched at the top. There, he was promptly spotted by a farmer who shot him out of the tree.  Management Lesson Two... Bull shit might get you to the top but, it won't keep you there.  ----------------------------------------------  Lesson Three...  A little bird was flying South for the winter. It was so cold, the bird's wings froze and he fell to the ground in a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was. The dung was actually thawing him out! The bird lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung and promptly dug him out and ate him. Management Lesson Three...  1.) Not everyone who shits on you is an enemy  2.) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.  3.) And, when you're in deep shit it's best to keep your mouth shut!!!   This concludes your two-minute management seminar.   credits: Bugs &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113043116539637008?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113043116539637008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113043116539637008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113043116539637008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113043116539637008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/two-minute-management-seminar.html' title='Two-Minute Management Seminar'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113034442415170736</id><published>2005-10-26T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:33:44.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramroom thts ME!</title><content type='html'>^thts just me not everyone has 2 like it^ the only person cuter than me is ma reflection ~when God made me he was just showing off~ some ppl like me make the world more special just by being in it! im nobody , nobody is perfect , therefore , i am PERFECT nobody is worth ur tears and the only one who is will never make u cry * ur conscience is wat hurts when all ur other parts feel good * &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113034442415170736?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113034442415170736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113034442415170736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113034442415170736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113034442415170736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/ramroom-thts-me.html' title='Ramroom thts ME!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113027672762204963</id><published>2005-10-25T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:45:27.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he died</title><content type='html'>why??? why him??? he was only 15 his b-day was in1 month??? every one is tellin me not to take it out on you...but your the one who made his life your the one who gave him cancer your the one who knew he was gonna die on july 14 around 1:30pm your the one who made me fall in love wit him your the one who put him in my life...so why did you have to take him from my life...the first time our lips met i knew there was somthing special but i was scared bc i didnt want to fall in love with him but i had...and i hate that i waited till he was in the hospital...i waited to late. but i dont understand how you create a life and say we are your children than you take his life before he has even lived. I havent been able to sleep i only eat bc my mother makes me and i dont laugh any more. why did you have me call him on that saturday before he passed out??? did you want me to say somethin? or what bc i dont think i can go on with out him my friends say ill get over it but i dont want to i dont want to go to school knowing he isnt there to make me laugh, i dont want to go to the movies and notremember what all went down. i dont want to go to falls creek and not remember all the tears of joy i cryed bc he made me laugh so much. so all yall that has lost someone close to you how did you make it? bc its only been 1 day and im already ready to die.......i have to go to his funeral on monday and i dont know if i can make it. plz tell me some ways to fell better. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113027672762204963?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113027672762204963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113027672762204963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113027672762204963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113027672762204963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/he-died.html' title='he died'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113025834814174892</id><published>2005-10-25T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:39:08.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update:  Attention  All Circle of Prayer Members!</title><content type='html'>I have heard from Charlean Olinger recently and she continues to be in a very weakened condition. Charlean needs our continued prayers for her strength and comfort. Let us pray, also, for her family. Charlean has stated: &amp;quot;I am now on God's time.&amp;quot; Let us pray that God be with her, always, and for the general well-being of she and her family.  I thank all of you for your caring, kind, generous hearts. May God bless you all, and be with you all, always.  ~Michelle &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113025834814174892?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113025834814174892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113025834814174892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113025834814174892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113025834814174892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/update-attention-all-circle-of-prayer.html' title='Update:  Attention  All Circle of Prayer Members!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113018941381778312</id><published>2005-10-24T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:30:13.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drie keer springen, wie kan het diepst?</title><content type='html'>Erg mooi zo'n festival... wanneer leren ze nu een keer dat augustus GEEN goede tijd is om Dance Valley te houden en dat drie dagen in Spaarnwoude zeker de goden verzoeken is... Nu staat iedereen drie dagen in een dikke laag modder zijn voeten in het slijk te springen. Iedereen tot op zijn knieen in de modder, whoehoe!!!  Zou nu iedereen wel een jas bij zich hebben??   Wat quotes van nu.nl:  Buitenpodia Dance Valley dicht wegens slechte weer Uitgegeven: 5 augustus 2005 10:55 Laatst gewijzigd: 5 augustus 2005 20:27   &amp;quot;SPAARNWOUDE - De organisatie van Dance Valley heeft het programma van het driedaagse dansevenement in Spaarnwoude vrijdagmiddag ingrijpend aangepast wegens het slechte weer. Een deel van het terrein staat onder enkele centimeters water. Alle buitenpodia zijn gesloten. In enkele tenten gaat het evenement nog wel door.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;&amp;quot;Het is zonde om een dure dj op te laten treden voor vijf mensen&amp;quot;, vindt organisator R. Bout. Voor de vrijdag zijn 13.000 kaarten verkocht. Een aanzienlijk deel daarvan is nog niet op komen dagen.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Bout heeft goede hoop dat het weer nog opklaart. &amp;quot;Het feest is in de tenten inmiddels begonnen. En als het droog blijft, sluit ik niet uit dat de mainstage alsnog open gaat.&amp;quot; Op het hoofdpodium staan vrijdag onder anderen nog de Britse dj Sasha en de grote publiekstrekker Carl Cox op het programma.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Voor zaterdag wordt de programmering vooralsnog niet aangepast. De organisatie verwacht dan meer dan 40.000 bezoekers. Bang dat mensen zaterdag thuis zullen blijven, is B. Bout niet. &amp;quot;De mensen hebben toch redelijk wat geld betaald voor een kaartje. Die laten zich echt niet tegenhouden door wat regen.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;   &amp;quot;Ondanks het slechte weer en het sluiten van het buitenpodium, gaat in de tenten het dak eraf. Volgens dj Nick-K, die vrijdag aan het begin van de avond in de Renaissance-tent heeft gedraaid is de sfeer ondanks de regen, modder en nattigheid goed.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Het festival is nog niet helemaal uitverkocht, maar organisator UDC verwacht dat dat zeker voor de zaterdag nog wel gaat lukken.&amp;quot;   Grtz &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113018941381778312?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113018941381778312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113018941381778312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113018941381778312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113018941381778312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/drie-keer-springen-wie-kan-het-diepst.html' title='Drie keer springen, wie kan het diepst?'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113017199484510600</id><published>2005-10-24T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:39:54.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story from a While Back</title><content type='html'> When Marine recruiters go way beyond the call By SUSAN PAYNTERSEATTLE POST-INTELLIGENCER COLUMNIST For mom Marcia Cobb and her teenage son Axel, the white letters USMC on their caller ID soon spelled, &amp;quot;Don't answer the phone!&amp;quot;               Marine recruiters began a relentless barrage of calls to Axel as soon as the mellow, compliant Sedro-Woolley High School grad had cut his 17th birthday cake. And soon it was nearly impossible to get the seekers of a few good men off the line. With early and late calls ringing in their ears, Marcia tried using call blocking. And that's when she learned her first hard lesson. You can't block calls from the government, her server said. So, after pleas to &amp;quot;Please stop calling&amp;quot; went unanswered, the family's &amp;quot;do not answer&amp;quot; order ensued. But warnings and liquid crystal lettering can fade. So, two weeks ago when Marcia was cooking dinner Axel goofed and answered the call. And, faster than you can say &amp;quot;semper fi,&amp;quot; an odyssey kicked into action that illustrates just how desperate some of the recruiters we've read about really are to fill severely sagging quotas. Let what we learned serve as a warning to other moms, dads and teens, the Cobbs now say. Even if your kids actually may want to join the military, if they hope to do it on their own terms, after a deep breath and due consideration, repeat these words after them: &amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Not now&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Back off!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I've been trained to be pretty friendly. I guess you might even say I'm kind of passive,&amp;quot; Axel told me last week, just after his mother and older sister had tracked him to a Seattle testing center and sprung him on a ruse. The next step of Axel's misadventure came when he heard about a cool &amp;quot;chin-ups&amp;quot; contest in Bellingham, where the prize was a free Xbox. The now 18-year-old Skagit Valley Community College student dragged his tail feathers home uncharacteristically late that night. And, in the morning, Marcia learned the Marines had hosted the event and &amp;quot;then had him out all night, drilling him to join.&amp;quot; A single mom with a meager income, Marcia raised her kids on the farm where, until recently, she grew salad greens for restaurants. Axel's father, a Marine Corps vet who served in Vietnam, died when Axel was 4. Clearly the recruiters knew all that and more. &amp;quot;You don't want to be a burden to your mom,&amp;quot; they told him. &amp;quot;Be a man.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Make your father proud.&amp;quot; Never mind that, because of his own experience in the service, Marcia says enlistment for his son is the last thing Axel's dad would have wanted. The next weekend, when Marcia went to Seattle for the Folklife Festival and Axel was home alone, two recruiters showed up at the door. Axel repeated the family mantra, but he was feeling frazzled and worn down by then. The sergeant was friendly but, at the same time, aggressively insistent. This time, when Axel said, &amp;quot;Not interested,&amp;quot; the sarge turned surly, snapping, &amp;quot;You're making a big (bleeping) mistake!&amp;quot; Next thing Axel knew, the same sergeant and another recruiter showed up at the LaConner Brewing Co., the restaurant where Axel works. And before Axel, an older cousin and other co-workers knew or understood what was happening, Axel was whisked away in a car. &amp;quot;They said we were going somewhere but I didn't know we were going all the way to Seattle,&amp;quot; Axel said. Just a few tests. And so many free opportunities, the recruiters told him. He could pursue his love of chemistry. He could serve anywhere he chose and leave any time he wanted on an &amp;quot;apathy discharge&amp;quot; if he didn't like it. And he wouldn't have to go to Iraq if he didn't want to. At about 3:30 in the morning, Alex was awakened in the motel and fed a little something. Twelve hours later, without further sleep or food, he had taken a battery of tests and signed a lot of papers he hadn't gotten a chance to read. &amp;quot;Just formalities,&amp;quot; he was told. &amp;quot;Sign here. And here. Nothing to worry about.&amp;quot; By then Marcia had &amp;quot;freaked out.&amp;quot; She went to the Burlington recruiting center where the door was open but no one was home. So she grabbed all the cards and numbers she could find, including the address of the Seattle-area testing center. Then, with her grown daughter in tow, she high-tailed it south, frantically phoning Axel whose cell phone had been confiscated &amp;quot;so he wouldn't be distracted during tests.&amp;quot; Axel's grandfather was in the hospital dying, she told the people at the desk. He needed to come home right away. She would have said just about anything. But, even after being told her son would be brought right out, her daughter spied him being taken down a separate hall and into another room. So she dashed down the hall and grabbed him by the arm. &amp;quot;They were telling me I needed to 'be a man' and stand up to my family,&amp;quot; Axel said. What he needed, it turned out, was a lawyer. Five minutes and $250 after an attorney called the recruiters, Axel's signed papers and his cell phone were in the mail. My request to speak with the sergeant who recruited Axel and with the Burlington office about recruitment procedures went unanswered. And so should your phone, Marcia Cobb advised. Take your own sweet time. Keep your own counsel. And, if you see USMC on caller ID, remember what answering the call could mean. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113017199484510600?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113017199484510600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113017199484510600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113017199484510600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113017199484510600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/story-from-while-back.html' title='Story from a While Back'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113010382953346483</id><published>2005-10-23T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:43:49.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy day</title><content type='html'>i am getting a nissan 200sx or something like that for 98 cents haha yes and its fast i am also getting a truck to be exact a 1982 dodge 150 4X4 with a 4 speed manual tranny and a 318 for the power(witch is week) but it is only 3000 bucks and that is bitchin yeah. well im leaving so later you all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113010382953346483?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113010382953346483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113010382953346483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113010382953346483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113010382953346483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-day.html' title='happy day'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-113008562851062067</id><published>2005-10-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:40:28.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; :  &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;......... &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;:  ... &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;:    ??? 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much... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-113001659938563041?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113001659938563041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=113001659938563041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113001659938563041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/113001659938563041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_22.html' title=':('/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112999920802428247</id><published>2005-10-22T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:40:08.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love fairs... I really do</title><content type='html'>I forgot to take a single picture. I went and bought batteries, and nope, nota one. So I would have liked to post some on here from the fair but I can't. Maybe wehner has some. Squeet (my lamb) did alright. He sold 19th out of 52 or something like that. He was kind of too fat to do extremely well. I have a bad habit of finishing them out too much right before fair. Ah, some highlights from the week. Sunday- hmm, moved up there.. trying to remember what we did.. oh yeah, Katie and I went shopping and got awesome $5 shirts, many compliments on them. Then there was the fazoli's incident in which we decided to store up on food and eat ten breadsticks. honestly, there was awhile there that I thought i might never eat again.  Monday- monday was work day, not too much fun there, lamb weighed in at 138, about what i was expecting... preview night, rode the rides all night, avoided all tilt a whirl type rides. jimmy saved my life! :P twice jk Tuesday- due to circumstances we could not avoid, we could no longer eat at domino's on the midway. the lock on the back of the booth was too tempting and after i revealed tothe workers insidethat they were locked in they were not too pleased. but don't worry, we had a hide out at bob's model homes where the salesmen let us hang out in the living room for like 45 minutes. kind of odd, considering he was like 35 and flirting with us, but it happens. we got his number, lol.  wednesday- show day!! did i mention i hate shows. 9:00 the pig show started and that took FOREVER. there were like 3 million (142) hogs this year. At 5 we had our lamb show. I took 4th in my class for showmanship and market, ah well, maybe if I worked with my lamb I would do better. oh yeah, I almost forgot, a cameraman from TV6 showed up Wednesday morning and interviewed a couple of us when we were out feeding our lambs at 6am and took a bunch of tape so we all got to be on the news. I don't even get channel 6 at my house though so I don't know if anyone saw it.  thursday- lazy day... I don't think I left the dorms except to feed until like 11:00. We just sat around talking about dumb crap for awhile. sarah newlin and i noticed that the longer the week went on, the less english we could speak. it was ok when we were talking to each other, but trying to put together complete sentences while talking to outsiders was hard... they laughed at us  ah yes, and this was also the day I threw my phone away. I sat and thought about where it might be, bc I'm like I havent moved out of my chair in the last 2 hours except to throw away my juice, OH SHIT! where's the nearest garbage can. So I found it, covered in a slushie, it was wonderful.  friday- skillathon, took 7th, got a little $$ at least. met the governor, kind of.. she talked to katie, and I was standing next to her.we were at the miracle of life tent and katie was holding the piglet. we did fazoli's again for lunch and again we had way too many breadsticks. then i dropped my phone later that day and it was no longer a flip phone, but a two piece phone. i managed to put the two pieces back together but the signal is crap now and some stuff doesn't work. thank god i can still get to my phone book bc my dad got me a new phone already so i just have to transfer all my numbers over, i really did not want to lose all those. emily and i went shopping for mybuyers gift at wal mart and i was already stressing about my phone but luckily she was there to keep me sane and we picked out some cute stuff.  saturday- Auction Day  squeeter sold for $4.00 lb, so that was good stuff. $550 i think. Grand champion lamb went for $11.50 lb, you shoulda seen her smile when she left the auction block, lol. donna told me that grand champion steer at the wisconsin state fair this year went for $56,000! that's absolutely insane but you've got to figure in that the kid probably paid a fortune for it in the first place. saturday night we went and saw the 40 year old virgin. that movie was hilarious. i definately recommend it if you're in the mood for a good laugh, which we were, bc everyone is Very crabby by the last night of fair.  This morning I was outta the dorms by 7:30 to come to work. Packing up all my stuff was a Great time . I brought an unbelievably large amount of crap with me, and it probably all smells by now. A couple days into fair it is so easy to tell the fair kids from the ppl that are just there for the day. I am going to need to do about 10 loads of laundry when I get home. Tomorrow night we're throwing our end of summer party, should be an awesome time. I think I might be ready for school to start.. maybe.. oh god I love summer &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112999920802428247?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112999920802428247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112999920802428247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112999920802428247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112999920802428247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-fairs-i-really-do.html' title='I love fairs... I really do'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112993073033978625</id><published>2005-10-21T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:38:50.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Entry #19</title><content type='html'> Quote  Entry #19 There's so much I want to say but, not sure how to say it all. I went to visit my friend. That was an experience. His family was great, I really liked them. It was nice hanging out with everyone. But, on my way there I got pulled over my the police. I was so nervous. I thought I was going to cry because I have never been pulled over. He said I was going nine miles over the speed limit. He was nice though and just told me to be more carefull. Thank god. I was so shook up the rest of the way. Anyway, I finally got my kiss but, I hate to say this incase he reads it, it wasn't what I was expecting. I know it took a lot of courage for him to do though and I really appreciate it. But, next time I think I might just kiss him and get it over it. A real kiss, a long romantic, passionate kiss. Not just a peck. A real kiss. Oh well, maybe next time. When we're not around a million people. So, I move in like 4 days. I can't wait. I really need to get out of this damn house. I don't know what the deal is but, usually my mom and I get along finebut lately she is just constanly on my case. I think it might be her way of dealing with my leaving but honstley, I don't think I can take much more of it. It's like the second I walk into the door she is yelling at me. Whatever. Until Later. Bye.  i am sorry about that kiss you were in a hurry next time it will be a romatic kiss. but to tell you the truth that was a true kiss &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112993073033978625?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112993073033978625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112993073033978625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112993073033978625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112993073033978625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/talking-about-entry-19.html' title='Talking about Entry #19'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112991244766699112</id><published>2005-10-21T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:34:07.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a zoo trip</title><content type='html'>This Tuesday's Biol11 lab is a zoo trip. The LA Zoo is 10 miles away from the college, which is a small-size zoo located in Los Angeles city. The number of animals in the zoo is enough for a day trip. More than one hundred different kinds of animals live here for tourist to observe, such as black swan, alligator, tiger, elephant and hawk.After watching these animals for 2 hrs, I have to say a zoo is really a prison house for animals, especiallythose predators.Vegetarians' living places are better, who can enjoy grass outdoor. Somehow, the pictures I took by my digital camera are damaged. I'm trying to fix them, but don't know if they can be restored. In the photo albumare the only four picturesleft in this trip.  a link to the official web site: http://www.lazoo.org/ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112991244766699112?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112991244766699112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112991244766699112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112991244766699112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112991244766699112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/zoo-trip.html' title='a zoo trip'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112984404421135379</id><published>2005-10-20T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:34:04.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Sucks</title><content type='html'> Well I thoght I met the girl I could be with and I guess not becuase I dont know she dosent even know. It wierd now I am left out in the pouring rain in the cold weather it seems like. Which I really feel like becuase I have nobody or know of anybody that really cares about me. I am just on my own and I wish I wasnt on the face of this earth anymore. And I dunno I really cant tell yall or anybody whats going to happen to me. Because I am really really seriously hurt and I just dont know what to do. I still think this girl dosent care even though she tells me she does even as a friend. I am not on the level of trust with her she is going to have to show me something differnt for me to trust her. And If she dosent she looses a friend and I guess it sucks for her. But I am going to get out of here and lay in my bed for the rest of my life. Cya   Chris &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112984404421135379?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112984404421135379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112984404421135379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112984404421135379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112984404421135379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/everything-sucks.html' title='Everything Sucks'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112982634298593345</id><published>2005-10-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:39:03.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG LETS ALL WHINE</title><content type='html'>OKAY..PPL DONT SHOUT ME OUT ON THEIR BLOGS, BUT THEN WANT TO WHINE WHEN THEYRE NOT ON MINE....WELL GUESS WHAT? MY WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU AND I DONT CARE IF U GET PISSED....DONT LEAVE COMMENTS ON MY BLOG IF YOU ARE GOING TO BITCH BECAUSE I AM NOT IN THE MOOD FOR IT...SO THERES YOUR FUCKIN SHOUTOUT WHEN IM PUT ON YOUR BLOG THEN YOU CAN GO ON MINE anyways, this is another pointless account of what you do with my life which is basically nothing sat at home all day cuz i have like zero friends cuz i spend all my time at oak hill high school...which is a fun place to be...especially when were practicin cuz at least all the upperclassmen are friends now..and they can bond, but me, the onlysophmore has nobody in her class to bond with and furthermore i cannont drive which means i cannot go places becuz my mother acts like she is disable and goin anywhere is a HUGE imposition...so i was at home while everyone was out enjoyin their scrimmage....GREAT....oh and caitlin my neighbors ARE NOT drugs dealers...because were all too poor....CHELS congradulations on the license!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112982634298593345?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112982634298593345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112982634298593345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112982634298593345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112982634298593345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/omg-lets-all-whine.html' title='OMG LETS ALL WHINE'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112975846243500771</id><published>2005-10-19T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:47:42.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Yo what up my friends? Right now I'm bored to my mind as can be, I am watchin my dog playing fetch, so how are y'all? I'm oks so what's new? Nothing over just bored, watching tv, well i will talk to y'all later. Peace &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112975846243500771?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112975846243500771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112975846243500771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112975846243500771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112975846243500771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112974040369031688</id><published>2005-10-19T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:46:43.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday</title><content type='html'>SUMMER.. wow... its been prety good... but its gone slow... IDK Y !! WELL... i have been playing tennis every moring... PRETTY FUN !!! and den just hanging around in the afternoons.... titi.. mMMm YES YES wut a summer !!! we have been spending a lot of time together... and we have so much fun doing it.. I LOVE U .... =)... WELL my ride is here...s0o0o ill get bak later... pd: santafecito lindo a la final !!! =) !!!!!!!!! it seems like am gona be seeing you soon... IDK WHAT TO EXPECT.... MmmMmM  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112974040369031688?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112974040369031688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112974040369031688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112974040369031688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112974040369031688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday.html' title='monday'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112967200551987163</id><published>2005-10-18T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:46:45.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft to Introduce PDF competitor 'Metro'</title><content type='html'>Microsoft aims &amp;quot;Metro&amp;quot; at AdobeThe next version of Windows will include a new document format, code-named &amp;quot;Metro,&amp;quot; to print and share documents, Microsoft said Monday. Metro appears to rival Adobe Systems's PostScript and PDF (portable document format) technologies. Metro was demonstrated during Microsoft Chairman and Chief Software Architect Bill Gates' keynote at the start of the Windows Hardware Engineering Conference (WinHEC) on Monday in Seattle. The format, based on XML (extensible markup language), will be licensed royalty free and users will be able to open Metro files without a special client. In the demonstration, a Metro file was opened and printed from Internet Explorer, Microsoft's Web browser. Printers and printer drivers can include support for Metro and deliver better and faster printing results than with today's printing technology, Microsoft said. On stage, a Xerox Corp. printer with Metro built in was used to print a sample slide. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112967200551987163?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112967200551987163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112967200551987163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112967200551987163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112967200551987163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/microsoft-to-introduce-pdf-competitor.html' title='Microsoft to Introduce PDF competitor &apos;Metro&apos;'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112965352162667521</id><published>2005-10-18T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:38:41.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensual Lavender Dreams</title><content type='html'>Sensual Lavender Dreams ~.~ Drift Into Sensual Dreams ~.~ Trip Into Fantasy ~.~ Poetry &amp;amp; Short Stories ~.~ Created by a Romantic Heart ~.~ Awakening ~.~ As She Let Her Creative Juices Flow and Explore ~.~ Love and Erotic Sexuality ~.~ http://www.lulu.com/SunShineGirl &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112965352162667521?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112965352162667521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112965352162667521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112965352162667521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112965352162667521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/sensual-lavender-dreams.html' title='Sensual Lavender Dreams'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112958550892753069</id><published>2005-10-17T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:45:08.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>it's really hard to focus on the tasks at hand when your focus is somewhere else. this week has really made me realize what is most important in my life. for instance: i love to sing and i am so thankful i am in bel with one of the most amazing groups of people i have ever met. God isalways willingto give me second chances whenever i need him. he is always there when i need him. i also have found a new way to look at my relationships with other people.this week i have found that branching out and meeting new people isn't as hard as i thought and i really enjoy it. when you are used to hanging out with one person or one group in particular, you get so used to being with those people and it becomes &amp;quot;normal&amp;quot; for you to just hang out with that one group. ever since i arrived on campus, i have been away from my usual crowd and been meeting other people because someone who i care about the most told me it would be good for me and theywere exactly right. i never knew i could meet such a diverse group of people at such a small school and love all of them so much. thanks to that person for making me step out of my comfort zone.  it's amazing how just being a sophomore can make others look up to you. it's really interesting how all the freshman come up to you and ask you for advice and discuss rules with you and such. it's funny how they are so intimidated by the whole &amp;quot;living on your own&amp;quot; thing. it is going to be a fun year.  so bel had there first performance yesterday and it went extremely well. i am so e &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112958550892753069?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112958550892753069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112958550892753069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112958550892753069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112958550892753069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112956727401605113</id><published>2005-10-17T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:41:14.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Thursday Night Is Now</title><content type='html'>Took my studdy buddy n Ashley out for an early dinner at a killer place in downtown SB. Now we're back, full moon girls digesting, goof off time. Rachel n Ashley got a ruff start, total girl compete thing cuz of timing of things, but they are girls who rock, now swapping tips on deck downstairs, girl tip to girls n boyz, find things in common forget diffs n everything okay  7/24/05 That was a funny comment Jared! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112956727401605113?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112956727401605113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112956727401605113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112956727401605113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112956727401605113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/next-thursday-night-is-now.html' title='The Next Thursday Night Is Now'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112949822498089359</id><published>2005-10-16T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:30:25.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>19 August,  Question : Who's MaRK ? Answer :1     AC  IT   3 4 Chocolate  () () ...... ....55555  ...  ,    ////    Hap    Hap   !!!!! (5 5 !!!)......... 5555       (     )    HaPpY BiRThDaY MaRK !!!!!!   (555   ) 55555      moment    () 1 ()   ... ( ) 5555555   Chanel 5555......    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112949822498089359?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112949822498089359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112949822498089359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112949822498089359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112949822498089359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112948038925994569</id><published>2005-10-16T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:33:09.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day to Everyone!</title><content type='html'>It's another great morning here again!  Yay! The sun is shining like you wouldn't believe, but I think it's going to be another cool day for the most part.  And I am still in a great mood! Woo Hoo!   Today is going to be a pretty uneventful one. Just some more laundry, dusting (maybe ...), and then I have to take care of Ty'lain's portraits and mail them all out to family. Mark is taking some to work with him today and scanning them for me. He works in computers, has I don't know how many computer parts strewn around the apartment (I secretly think he's addicted!  Hehehe!), and yet, the one thing we DON'T have, is a scanner.  Go figure! I'll be sure to put them up as soon as he comes home from work tonight! I love love love sharing pictures of my wonderfully, adorable sweetie!  But then again, what Mommy doesn't?  Yesterday when I went to pick up his portraits, I was stopped at least five or six times by people telling him how handsome he is. And how truly blessed I am.  Then after playing with him abit (and saying they wanted to squeeze his cheeks, LoL!) they would turn to me and tell me I had a &amp;quot;perfect&amp;quot; andgorgeous baby on my hands! And how precious he is! (you don't have to tell me any of that twice. All I have to do is look at my sweet baby boy and I already know.  Of course, I'm sure some of that is my Mommy partiallity. Is that a word? LoL!). I am so amazed at how many people stop me while we're out to look at, play with, and compliment Ty'lain. It just makes me so proud! I fill with pride everytime someone tells me what a wonderful little boy I have. And then there are the people who somehow mistake him for a girl.  HuH? I'm totally baffled on that one. But I take those compliments too.  LoL! And once I correct them, they still tell me how great he is. It just wouldn't be a &amp;quot;normal&amp;quot; trip out without getting at least one or two great things said. I'm just so used to be stopped anymore. But that's okay, I'm not complaining! I happen to think all of the great things said, and much more, are trueabout my Little Man. I truly am thankful for having him in my life, and count myself blessed in the best way imaginable.  (&amp;lt;----Happy Mommy tears! ). Well, that's enough bragging from me for now.  I'm sure I'll be doing much more later!  It's time for me to get off of my bum and start my day! Hope everyone out there is having a wonderfully perfect Thursday! TTFN!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112948038925994569?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112948038925994569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112948038925994569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112948038925994569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112948038925994569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-day-to-everyone.html' title='Good Day to Everyone!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112941263250750294</id><published>2005-10-15T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:43:52.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houdios!</title><content type='html'>Het gaat nu echt gebeuren! Mijn koffer en backpack staan ongeduldig in de gang te wachten. Mijn target van 35 kilo heb ik precies gehaald. Achteraf viel het inpakken dus reuze mee en ik heb alles mee kunnen nemen wat ik wou.  De zenuwen zijn aardig onder controle. Ik heb hier zo lang naar uitgekeken dat het nu eindelijk wel mag gebeuren. Vannacht wonderbaarlijk goed en veel geslapen.. Mmm Ik vraag me af hoe dat toch zou komen!  Nog even van de Baarlose zon genieten, en van het gezelschap van pap en mam. Gisteravond nog een gezellige laatste avond gehad met Lotte en Marjolein. Was echt super!! Over twee uurtjes word ik weggebracht naar Eindhoven... Sverige... Here I come! Dikke laatste Nederlandse kus!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112941263250750294?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112941263250750294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112941263250750294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112941263250750294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112941263250750294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/houdios.html' title='Houdios!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112939454004891991</id><published>2005-10-15T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:42:20.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>  Been Working on the Jeep today. Getting too picky about things though. Pulled the dash board apart for some bulbs and started finding other stuff I want to replace.  Also very sunny out and alittle on the hot side so can't stay outside for too long. On to the most important subject..................... RED SOX IN 1ST!  (That's all that needs to be said) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112939454004891991?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112939454004891991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112939454004891991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112939454004891991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112939454004891991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112932563032303669</id><published>2005-10-14T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:33:50.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAT BULLYING</title><content type='html'> If you know how this feels post it on your space.  I am the person that walked home alone.  I am the person who sat on my own. I am the person who dreaded school. I am the person who did not want to play. I am the person who had no friends. I am the person you said had no trend. I am the person you pushed around. I am the person that made NO sound. I am the person that got all the blame. I am the person you made cry. I am the person you callled lame. I am the person who wanted to die!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112932563032303669?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112932563032303669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112932563032303669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112932563032303669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112932563032303669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/beat-bullying.html' title='BEAT BULLYING'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112930738695542658</id><published>2005-10-14T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:29:46.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school!!ahhh!!!</title><content type='html'>omg how did 3 months pass by so fast.. i can't belive that something so fun can go so fast and something so boring and stupid can go by so slow. Tom Smith (a person i work for) says that school teaches you how to do nothing. i belive him there. well i guess i better go enjoy the rest of summer. peace out fools &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112930738695542658?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112930738695542658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112930738695542658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112930738695542658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112930738695542658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/schoolahhh.html' title='school!!ahhh!!!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112923927093555783</id><published>2005-10-13T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:34:30.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake</title><content type='html'>K guys, this is gonna be hard, so bare with me. Two years ago I was in a play with a guy named Blake. We both liked each other and he even asked me out but since I was in the fourth grade I said no. When the play was over we still kept in touch, and found out that, since I moved, we would be going to the same school! We were realy excited, but for the first week of school I was a real jerk to Blake, and then when I wanted to hang out, he didn't want to hang out with me. I swear, he went through most of the girls at that school, but the only one that got to me was Amanda Gabaldon. I already hated her, and the fact that she was going out with Blake didn't help. Then, at the track meet, I was bored so I was looking for him and when I found him, they were playing truth or dare. They didn't see me, so I kept watching. I heard someone say &amp;quot;kiss&amp;quot; so I watched closer and Blke leaned over and kissed Amanda. I picked up a huge rock and hurled it at him but, luckily, I missed. I ran to the bathroom and stayed there, crying, for an hour. No body even noticed I was gone. Things went down hill from there. The following year I was in 6th and he was in 7th. We never talked unless I called him. I was trying to forget that he was still walking around with my first kiss. Then I moved here, to Utah. He started telling me that we couldn't be intimate anymore, we never were. He said I needed to back off. I just want to say, to Blake, that if I did something, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, if I did. But I also want you to know that you hurt me. Alot.And one more thing: You can keep my first kiss. I don't want it anymore.  Me,  Sky &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112923927093555783?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112923927093555783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112923927093555783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112923927093555783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112923927093555783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/blake.html' title='Blake'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112922105267440118</id><published>2005-10-13T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:30:52.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup World?</title><content type='html'>ohhhh no song title today *gasp* oh no!  Just writing to say hi! And I love you all! Still kinda crazy, but in case you havent noticed, I dont get sad these days...hehe or when I do I don't. Hm. Make sense? Do I ever? Well, gotta fly, post a comment and make it entertaining! See ya!  Anything (loves to blog) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112922105267440118?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112922105267440118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112922105267440118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112922105267440118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112922105267440118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/sup-world.html' title='Sup World?'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112915327311228778</id><published>2005-10-12T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:41:13.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg...some people are so rude</title><content type='html'>well some people are makin me mad...just leave all well alone...let friends be friends and let whatever happens...happen...i'm not sayin i don't wanna be friends with ya...but geez...lay off! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112915327311228778?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112915327311228778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112915327311228778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112915327311228778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112915327311228778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/omgsome-people-are-so-rude.html' title='omg...some people are so rude'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112913544485305172</id><published>2005-10-12T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:44:09.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, more sketches!</title><content type='html'>  Since my last post, I've added quite a few sketches to the &amp;quot;My Sketches&amp;quot; album. Five sketches to be exact. The first portrays a freaky guy in a cloak with a semi-huge sword that reminds me of an Orc sword. The second, A picture of a guy with a friggin' huge sword that's nearly twice the width of his head. Third, We've got some scarey vampire-looking guy holding a spider. Fourth, some dude in a trenchcoat-type thing with DUAL huge swords. Last, but not least, we have Auron from Final Fantasy X which I am rather proud of. Anywho, hope you all enjoy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112913544485305172?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112913544485305172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112913544485305172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112913544485305172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112913544485305172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay-more-sketches.html' title='Yay, more sketches!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112906667355327569</id><published>2005-10-11T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:37:53.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Party</title><content type='html'>Hi again, my birthday party was SO much fun! i got so much cool stuff! Thanks everyone that got me a present. We watched a few movies ate ALOT, and we had SO much fun. Thanks hillary 4 the top and thanks everyone else for the presents. If ur my friend and u didnt get me a present then u suck! lol jk. There is always next year ya know! lol! And Hill i just wanted to make sure that u got home alright cuz u left and we didnt know where u went so if u can call me ASAP. O and ill be in Washington for about a week so ppl dont be callin me till i get back. Ill talk to all you guys later i have to go to the APD picnic. CYA! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112906667355327569?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112906667355327569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112906667355327569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112906667355327569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112906667355327569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-party.html' title='My Party'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112904890448506668</id><published>2005-10-11T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:41:44.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just sitting here drinking...a drpepper</title><content type='html'>i am really bored and tired because i went to bed really kind of late and woke up early...but anyways... i was just sitting here being bored and talking to people and all of a sudden i started shaking and im not even cold (im actually really hot) i didnt get the ''chills'' either i was just shaking like some people do when there nervous...so i grabed a drpepper and started listing to music but im still talking to people(but its kinda boring)i guess my mom bought a 'money plant' today its a plant that drops leaves or seeds that look like coins i really dont know i wasnt really listening when she was explaining it to me well im gonna stop writing and talk to the people who i am not paying attention to rite now so bye  this is actually a short blog for me isnt it? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112904890448506668?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112904890448506668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112904890448506668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112904890448506668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112904890448506668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-sitting-here-drinkinga-drpepper.html' title='just sitting here drinking...a drpepper'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112897995126780302</id><published>2005-10-10T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:32:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about upcoming remodel project</title><content type='html'>While perusing a few blog entries the past few days....during the spare time I seemed to magically find, after Kaeden left for his world travels to Omaha Nebraska and Glenwood Iowa, I stumbled upon this little gem...I love her Space...sounds so much like the kind of luck we would have....  Quote  upcoming remodel project i've been wanting to add on to the house for several years, but there have just been so many other projects to do first. we have been chatting with a few companies to get an idea of how much it will cost to add ona master suite tothe house and all the fun that goes into it. we are looking at design/build companies that offer just about everything but are open to sweat equity work. the three we are looking at are LZL, Cascade Design, and LakePointe Design. i have been thinking about using LZL for the last year or so after i watched them do an addition project just down the street from us. if you didn't know the house before, you would have no idea what was actually added on. it just looks like it has always been there. but as we got down to scheduling time to chat with the three companies, interesting things always happen. ken set up time to chat with LZL and we rushed home to meet with them one day... and they didn't show up.turns out the meeting just wasn't on the guys calendar. hmmmmm. so we rescheduled and finally got to meet with them but they only wanted to talk about rough estimates and no initial ideas. gotta fork over the cash to get rolling. they do nice work, and definitely cost more.  we also met with Cascade... finally. i tried filling out their web formon their contact page with all the info, but theynevercontacted us. i guess our project isn't that interesting. :) so we tried the old fashion way... the telephone. doug came out to meet with us and was very informative. he asked us a lot of great questions to get at what we were looking for in the addition. he also brought up ideas about where to place the new bathroom to keep plumbing costs down, etc. after the initial meeting he went away to put the general plan together, but then they didn't call back. so we called them, and yes they were ready to meet. odd, but ok. they had all the general info, but they never got down to a number or a timeframe. i had to ask for it. i know they can't give me a final number, i just wanted the rough estimate. you know, that whole thing about comparing companies and figuring out who to go with thing. numbers come in handy.  right now we really like the first company we met with which is LakePointe. it is the simple things that make a difference: returning phone calls, showing up on time, following up when you say you will, providing a list of references, etc. rebecca has been great from the get go. yes, she did run into a problem when she couldn't deliver the follow up material when she said she would, but she called and emailed me to let me know and set a timeframe on when we could follow up. when we met, she broke out all the different areas with rough estimates, included a rough timeframe, and is open to let us do some of the work. ahhh, just what i needed. now we just need to play with the numbers and the design. oh what fun. We called a couple handyman type contractors yesterday. One was on his way out of state....Sturgis, South Dakota....for work he says...sure, ok. The other offered to stop over about 5:30 pm tonight to take a look-see at what we wanted and to give us an estimate for that work. We decided we needed to hire-out the remaining shinglingandwe're hoping to find someone that also has some heating experience, to help with the furnace and duct work install. This second guy, Ron Kingsbury, self proclaimed &amp;quot;The Home Pro&amp;quot; sounded as if he had no problem with coming over to talk to us and give us some estimates for these 2 jobs, plus we wanted him to do the 'mudding' and sanding of the drywall after we get it hung. No biggie right? Just stop by, look over the job, get some dimentions etc and pop out an estimate!   Wrong! 5:30 came and went. By 6:30 I was on the cell calling him again. Still no word from him and I get his voice mail. Long story short....Kaeden and I hit the pool until 8:00. Came in, went to 'The Home of the Golden Arches&amp;quot; to grab supper, (too damned hot to cook), came back, ate supper...played with Kaeden again for a while....now it is 10:55 pm...Kaeden is sleeping....Pappa is sleeping...and STILLNO Ron Kingsbury &amp;quot;The Home Pro&amp;quot;. No call back to 'splain his missed appointment or to reschedule. Jaree....is this sounding familiar? Well, as far as I'm concerned he just blew the job! I wouldn't hire him if he were the cheapest estimate. And I won't be calling him again to chase his ass down. He advertises that he has 25 years experience....well that don't go far if you can't meet your commitments or call to reschedule. Sorry Bubba!  Guess I'll make some more calls tomorrow. I'll try my uncle. He's been in the business of home remodeling for at least 30 years and he'll tell me if he's not interested or if he doesn't have time right now. At least we won't be completely ignored. Neither David nor I have any tolerance for piss poor customer service, and this guy is the epitomy of the piss poor side of service.  ********************************** Call Roto Rooter.right away.....and away goes (money) troubles down the drain... Yep, had to call them this morning. With all the work we've done, including all new plumbing...we've been battling a slow drain now since we actually moved into the house. This weekend was the final straw...took me all day yesteray to wash 3 loads of clothes! Wash, drain, wait. Dry wet load. An hour later...wash, drain, wait! Dry wet load. So, this morning we gave up the battle and called our Roto Rooter guy. He came over, ran the snake down the main line...got it stuck for about 30 minutes...then called for help and the two guys finally got the snake out and the drains SEEM to be running fine now. I would certainly hope so....about 1 1/2 hours came out to be $167.00! Holy crap, Batman! I'm thinkin' I need to get into the drain clearing business! Thankfully it wasn't after hours or a weekend...it would have been DOUBLE that! NOT something we needed to have to do this week!  ************************************** As reported earlier in this blog, Kaeden and I hit the pool for a couple hours this evening. A fun and fabulous way to end a not so good day....playing in the pool. While we were out there, Kaeden was chattering away as usual....his mouth never stops these days....but this time I heard him say &amp;quot;Ya' DUMBASS!&amp;quot; OOPS! Me thinks he's been listening to me and Pappa a bit too much. We both say that, apparently way too often.  I looked at him and asked, &amp;quot;What did you say?&amp;quot; He then sheepishly repeated it. I scolded him and told him he's not to repeat things just because he hears US say them. All the while, I'm trying NOT to laugh!  We'll see how long that one lasts.  Kaeden is getting pretty brave in the pool. Doesn't hardly even hesitate at all now to put his face in the water. Sometimes he'll plug his nose, but more and more, he's doing without holding it. I swear he's 3/4 fish! And he no longer hesitates to use his little &amp;quot;Froggie&amp;quot; inflatable around his chest and push himself off, so he actually floats around the pool. OH, and tonight? He sat his little butt right down on the floor of the pool! Puts the water right up over his mouth and ears, just under his nose, as long as he keeps his head tipped back some. THAT'S a first!   Well, it's been an extremely long day....I'm headed to the flannels. G'night all!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112897995126780302?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112897995126780302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112897995126780302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112897995126780302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112897995126780302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/talking-about-upcoming-remodel-project.html' title='Talking about upcoming remodel project'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112896248559005653</id><published>2005-10-10T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:41:25.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Tickle: Tests, Matchmaking and Social Networking</title><content type='html'>i did Brain Tests and the result is ..      Nean, you are Balanced-brainedBalanced-brained people are mentally ambidextrous. They know how to rely on the right or left hemisphere of their brain depending upon the situation. However, because balanced-brained people have so many options available to them when solving problems, they often have a hard time coming up with one clear solution. Sometimes, the obvious answer isn't always there. When you need to explain a complicated process to someone, or plan a detailed vacation, the left hemisphere of your brain, which is responsible for your ability to solve problems logically, might kick in. But if you were critiquing an art opening or coming up with an original way to file papers, the right side of your brain, which is responsible for noticing subtle details in things, might take over. While many people have clearly dominant left- or right-brained tendencies, you are able to draw on skills from both hemispheres of your brain. This rare combination makes you a very creative and flexible thinker. The down side to being balanced-brained is that you may sometimes feel paralyzed by indecision when the two hemispheres of your brain are competing to solve a problem in their own unique ways. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112896248559005653?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112896248559005653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112896248559005653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112896248559005653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112896248559005653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/talking-about-tickle-tests-matchmaking.html' title='Talking about Tickle: Tests, Matchmaking and Social Networking'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112889386835832219</id><published>2005-10-09T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:37:48.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update@hall</title><content type='html'>7-20-2005(wednesday)HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!18~!!!!!!,fyp,,...~,~ lunch,,,,~~~d'',34..d,d...,...,~! library,...OT report gei format,,...diary~,project,...hall~~,,...........=.=,?!! gei,2......fyp....?! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112889386835832219?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112889386835832219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112889386835832219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112889386835832219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112889386835832219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/updatehall.html' title='update@hall'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112887544076287958</id><published>2005-10-09T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:30:40.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School woes</title><content type='html'>I have mixed feelings about how school is going right now. I've been putting off a lot of work lately. Only part of the reason has been due to WoW. A bigger part of it has been seeing things that I'm not sure how to do, so I just shut down and don't do them. In limited amounts, this is actually a good strategy for solving problems, since your brain gets a break and a fresh start when you come back. However, it does require that you come back to the problem. I've been putting off that step. As it usually goes though, I come back to class, get a little help from Justin, and I start to feel better about it all, which makes me more interested in working on it. I'm working on setting up a time with him to work on things one-on-one as well, since I feel embarassed when talking to him about problems I'm having around the other students. I feel like most of them already know how to do the things that I'm having trouble with and I feel like a lot of them expect me to know it all. I even expect myself to know it all. I know that's unrealistic, but it's how I feel anyway.  In other news:  Psychology chapters are way too long.  RSS Feeds rock (Thanks, Rick)  World of WarCraft still haunts my every waking moment, and some of the non waking ones.  I upset Inukosama by being childish. (sorry!)  But I did it because I was excited about making my helicopter's blades spin! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112887544076287958?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112887544076287958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112887544076287958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112887544076287958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112887544076287958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/school-woes.html' title='School woes'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112880757902051659</id><published>2005-10-08T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:39:39.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting  car insurance  Who knew?</title><content type='html'>When my eyes met with his, Bells an whistles went off in me...    He offeredme his seat. Even though I was on my way out.. I sat down.  Hello Lovely lady, he said in a southern draw. Hello, smilling up at him.Thank u for the seat.. I asked what brought him in here today..  He says He just moved to Cali an is registering his truck an boat trailer. When he asked me why I was there, I just smiled an said I was here to welcome newmembers to cali.. Show them around.. He laughedsmiled real bigthen looked puzzled.You work here he asked.. Laughing I said no..  He said so your not going to show me around?  What could I do? I said sure what would you like to see.. He said a menu he was starving.. Then asked would I join him for lunch... *AAA *   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112880757902051659?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112880757902051659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112880757902051659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112880757902051659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112880757902051659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/getting-car-insurance-who-knew.html' title='getting  car insurance  Who knew?'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112878983118890364</id><published>2005-10-08T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:43:51.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...i hate rodney wayne</title><content type='html'>SO like heres an update....i hate rodney wayne...ud think if u pay 38 bucks to get ur frign hair cut thryd make it look half decent but NOOOOO its easier to just chop it all off....damn models whu cant cut hair...so today ive done nothing at all...im very lonely...joking ...im not gay... williams working...alex is in queenstown...and jordan is living in a tent under a brdige....so where do i go...y cant people jsut stay in suckland for a day or two i mean geez its lyk lets get out of here and leave james all by himself ay...i actually read a coupla pages from a book today....R U HAPPY NOW....I READ A GODDAMN BOOK FOR CHRSITS SAKE.....no alarms by bernard beckett...its dry....and gay.,....well the pics im putting on will show th eterrible haircutness....  peace out  j-out &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112878983118890364?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112878983118890364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112878983118890364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112878983118890364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112878983118890364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/updatei-hate-rodney-wayne.html' title='Update...i hate rodney wayne'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112872128964165937</id><published>2005-10-07T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:41:29.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe summer is almost over... and i havent done anything really.. i have got in trouble a few times...thats about it... but nothing big so .. yeah...we r prolly moving soon...and me and ruby will have our own lil house...and nikka might move in with us....its kinda cute...and i think my parents are finding out more about me then i want them to.... lol it's kinda odd... yet i dont really care in some way...but anyways.. my parents r going to be gone like the first weekend in september...so me and my brother joe wanna have a kegger...funfun... Nikka, Ruby , Hannah, and I .. all wanted to steal the car tonight but my brother is gonna tell on us.. what a jerk!.. oh well we can find suin else to do i guess...DAMN.. that sounded like fun though!.. oh we r taking it now!... yes!...im excited.. fun fun!... but im out.. damn imma be in alot of trouble if i get caught!.. lol oh well! live life to the fullest!.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112872128964165937?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112872128964165937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112872128964165937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112872128964165937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112872128964165937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/fun.html' title='FUN!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112870325611498045</id><published>2005-10-07T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:40:56.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha, made You look</title><content type='html'>Good day everyone, boys girls, young and old. Wellcome to my territory. xavier is the name but if you want to get a hold of me call me X. Things you need to know today July 7 2005 Mountain dew sluch is great, if you havent tried it yet go get some. IN: Hoo Ha in: Novas, Old Camaros, firebirds, El Caminos, Chevelles, Old Stangs, Chargers, Road Runners Out: AMC Matadors, Yugos, Metros, Cavaliers, and little tuna cans  In: you mommas 72 Drag Torino out: your friends rally yugo in: Oldies out: new R&amp;amp;B music with artist with no talent. except shakin ass and boobs (yeah thats for yall R&amp;amp;B listeners) in: Rock Music In: little debbies Out: Im tired, 12 hour shift, cant think in: not caring :d X &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112870325611498045?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112870325611498045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112870325611498045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112870325611498045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112870325611498045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/ha-made-you-look.html' title='Ha, made You look'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112863466387195680</id><published>2005-10-06T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:37:47.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENNNDDDING</title><content type='html'>=) WELL , whhhat a good day i'd say. we went tooo the keg for the grad luncheon it wasss YUM, and we watched cheaper by the dozen it wass the shiznig ..hmm schools alllmostt ovverr annnd beautiful summerr is coming (im veryy exited by the way)  we graduate on thusday june 23 2005 whhhhatt? yes thursday =)  im going to miss ppl, but im more then ready to LEAVE, welll its pretty much over, the craziness has began.  i could write more but i think you'd think im gay.. sooo ill keep it to myself, annndd on that note (also a gay saying so dont judge me OK) im outtt!  WONDER IF I TAKE YOU HOME: WOULD U STILL BE IN LOVE BABY? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112863466387195680?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112863466387195680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112863466387195680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112863466387195680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112863466387195680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/ennnddding.html' title='ENNNDDDING'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112861715830118994</id><published>2005-10-06T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:45:58.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball</title><content type='html'>So yea, this is an intersting little thing.. I would just like to state how much I dislike the game of softball rignt now... I REALLY DISLIKE THE GAME OF SOFTBALL! There, now I said it. so I am done.. peace &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112861715830118994?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112861715830118994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112861715830118994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112861715830118994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112861715830118994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/softball.html' title='Softball'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112854822697600496</id><published>2005-10-05T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:37:06.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORILLO</title><content type='html'>UN SALUDITO A TODOS MIS AMIGOS PERO EN ESPECIAL A:  GABRIELA eres como mi hermana y sabes q puedes contar conmigo pa' lo q sea y no importa lo q hagas sea bueno o malo 100pre t voy a apoyar.Te quiero un monton  LEA con to' y lo mucho q peleamos 100pre tas ahi cuando te necesitoTQM  IVAN mi amornunca t voy a olvidar y quiero q sepas q eres especial TQM  DAVID &amp;quot;100PRE ESTAS EN MI MENTE&amp;quot;  JUAN LUIS aunque hallas hablado mal d mi podremos ser amigos siempre y cuando tu me lo permitas  GABY(luis gabriel) loko sabes q te quiero y cuando quieras nos ponemos a hablar y tripear un rato como 100pre   NICOLE APONTE grax x ayudarme y darme tus consejos100pre q los necesito TQM  TITO...TE QUIERO MUCHO AUNQUE TU NOO SIENTAS LO MISMO X MI... PAOLA loka sabes q te quiero aunque jodas tanto    ALEX EILEEN ZULMA ASHLEY KIARA  RACHELIZ NICOLE R. BIANCA MEMA MIMI TUTO KEVIN   * LOS QUIERO MUCHO Y EN VERDAD MALA MIA SI C ME QUEDO ALGUIEN*   UN BESOTE  A TODOS    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112854822697600496?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112854822697600496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112854822697600496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112854822697600496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112854822697600496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/corillo.html' title='CORILLO'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112853042635098276</id><published>2005-10-05T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:40:26.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party updated ver 2</title><content type='html'>Yeah invites will get sent out soon ish, prolly just over msn, so jump on and let me know, also ill prob forget people because i have the short term memory of a gumboot, so holla at me if you wana be there ! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112853042635098276?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112853042635098276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112853042635098276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112853042635098276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112853042635098276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/party-updated-ver-2.html' title='Party updated ver 2'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112846160719476201</id><published>2005-10-04T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:33:28.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog!</title><content type='html'>8:49am What an eventful moment! My first BLOG. I had heard the term &amp;quot;BLOG&amp;quot; before but didn't have any idea what it meant until a co-worker of mine shared a recent BLOG of his with me. It got me thinking that this just may be the best therapy I could do for myself and the best part is, it won't cost me $100 an hour. Now I'm anxious to get started but have work to do (I am at work right now). I will wait until my break and then BLOG away. 10:00am While I've been busily working, I've been contemplating as to what I should write about. My mind kept going back to the same thing so that's what I'll write about today.  My 14 year old daughter just spent the last 5 days at her father's house babysitting his wife's children while his wife was out of town. The only time he calls her is when he wants her to babysit. She - as in my daughter - went and did it ONLY because she was getting paid for it. Otherwise, she would not have done it. She has had a really hard time adjusting to her dad having step children whom he treats better than he ever treated her or her siblings. To be honest, it's been difficult for me to watch also. He was never around for his own children. He was too busy having a social life outside of the home. He got married about a year ago to a gal 8 years younger then himself who's got 3 children all under the age of 12. He is bending over backwards trying to show this wife of his that he is a &amp;quot;wonderful&amp;quot; father. Ha Ha. It's such a joke. Sad for my own children but they are all old enough to see what's going on and to know the truth. That is partly why I stayed in the marriage as long as I did - so my children would be old enough to understand what was happening. I have since learned that maybe that wasn't the best thing to do but I can't go back and change it so I've just done the best I can to help them adjust. I guess at any age - the divorce of a childs parent is difficult. It's not until they get a LOT older that they realize why things happened the way they did.  Since the divorce almost 4-years ago now, my oldest daughter can see the whole picture. My next oldest decided she needed to take sides - although I tried hard not to make any of my children feel like they needed to do that - and she clearly chose her father's side. She spent her whole life acting like a slave, so to speak, in order to please her father. I think it's interesting that kids do that sometimes. She'll continue to do so as long as she lives most likely. The sad thing is, her dad does give her more attention but ONLY because of what she does for him. For example, she goes out of her way to bring little presents and treats to his step-children, which since he's all about show, it makes him look good to his wife and therefore he thinks she's great for doing that. See the picture here? I'm in a no win situation because I'm a more honest person than he is and I don't condone bad behavior and don't willingly accept the obsessive situation she is currently in with her boyfriend of several years. No surprise to me - her father's been grooming this sick obsessive behavior in her her whole life.  More about that at another time. . . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112846160719476201?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112846160719476201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112846160719476201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112846160719476201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112846160719476201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112844341270845822</id><published>2005-10-04T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:30:12.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Pictures</title><content type='html'>Today me and Shelley took lots of Pictures but some i dont have on here because I dont like them very much if you ask about them i willshow ya but just not on here so ya thats the boring stuff we did 2day luv u all buhbye &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112844341270845822?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910176.post-112837553641244990</id><published>2005-10-03T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:38:56.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um</title><content type='html'>well i was sitting here... thinking*i know doesn't happen often* but girls suck i mean really they do... they lead u on and make u think that u ur there one and only but as soon as u ask them out BANG ' but ur such a GREAT friend' gosh dang it.... it sucks. yeah good luck posting on this one cuz wiotout a doubt most of yall have turned me down b4 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112837553641244990?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910176.post-112835719702913134</id><published>2005-10-03T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:33:17.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm running....through me</title><content type='html'> Droplets electrify every pore of my skin Its raining here again Aroused by the darkened sky Attuned with a starless night Ive been running in this storm My primal deep is screaming The raindrops glisten over my form The scent of ivy is pungent this evening On the forest paths tonight The night creatures are excited My heart is raging, chest is tight .my blood quickens with the streaking lightening When its like this I am alive An Aggressive hunter Searching for you in the night Because of this spell Im under Primal deep inside me calls Its leading me to A honeysuckle vine covered wall ..it is there I find you I love the way you are watching me Never could resist you my chest heavesand I cant breathe .but Im going to kiss you Your body isdrenched and slick with rain .and I have become naked Your wet skin is driving me insane And Im throbbing.raving Your breasts are against meand its all I can do To be patienttender So badly want to enter you A deep moan sweetI cant be gentle Each time your mouth grazes my throat You make it worse Restraining this primal.must be rhythmic .slow I whisper a curse ..I feel your legs rising over my thighs yourback isagainst the vine wall .and no longer this pain can I deny .I grant you all. Ive become selfish.Im someone else .so tightly hug you I whisper LoveI can no longer control myself Intoxicated you try to say I love you You are a woman in every way .so perfectly designed Your velvet mound diamond I crave ..and I wont be denied The sound of your flesh excites me more .a distinct smack against me I whisper softly I am yours and you whisper you can never resist me  Hmm better quit.before I go too far ~smiles cruelly and walks away mumbling to himself about his fantasies-shakes his head~  To awaken....is as death  Tracen the Darkest    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112835719702913134?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112835719702913134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112835719702913134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112835719702913134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112835719702913134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/storm-runningthrough-me.html' title='Storm running....through me'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112828934294495518</id><published>2005-10-02T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:42:22.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17-Aug-2005 : CTI SBS</title><content type='html'>Done:  Continue automating test case 9573 Plan:  Figure out how to Create, Remove and Check Exchange Server Accounts Install VS 2003 on 1st machine (SBS SDK does not work on Whidbey) Read&amp;quot;training-manual&amp;quot;(CTI SBS Automation Coding Guidlines) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112828934294495518?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112828934294495518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112828934294495518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112828934294495518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112828934294495518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/17-aug-2005-cti-sbs.html' title='17-Aug-2005 : CTI SBS'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112827059354602153</id><published>2005-10-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:29:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Music... It drives many people's lives. Your mood can be greatly affected by music that you listen to, also the genres that you listen to tell alot about the person that your are. Me? I like almost any type of music, if you can find a song that i hate then id be really surprised and prolly idk shake your hand and congratulate you or something. Rap, Hip-hop, R&amp;amp;B, Country, Alternative, Rock, Metal, Oldies,Punk, Pop, and even some Jazz, I like em all. Music greatly shows what moodI am inI find. Like if im pissedI'll prolly listen to some of my rap or rock, country usually plays whenIm in high spirits, and hard rock whenI'm tryin to get ready for the BIG game lol. Oh and one more thing before I go...D12 is the best band in the world!!! I'll Talk To Ya'll Later... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112827059354602153?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112827059354602153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112827059354602153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112827059354602153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112827059354602153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112820268527108469</id><published>2005-10-01T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:38:05.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GirlS Just Wana Have FuN</title><content type='html'>So I'm In A Such A Good Mood Right Now..Lol Not ReallY Sure Why But Who Cares?!? HaHa Yea But AnywayS Today I Ended Watching Not OnlY Caleb But Emily,Wew What A Job It Is Watchin Emily But I Totally Don't Care Cause I Love Both Of Them DearlY And Would Watch Them Whenever. But Yea So Anyways Today I Went To The School To Get All My Books,Locker,Look Around,And Get My Class Schedule(PrettY Much All That Boring But Fun Stuff)Wew OmgI Have Kind Of A Hard Schedule This Year But Its Good Cause I'm Gona Become A SMARTY GIRLHaHaHA..Yea But ThatS Just What I've Been Up To TodaY. Oh And Later On Me And Steph(and whoever else that wants too)Are Going To Rent The Notebook And Christmas With The Cranks And Like PrettY Much Have A Movie Night,I'm EXCITED!! HaHa Yea I Get Excited WAY To EasilY But Hey It Could Be A Good Thing That I'm Easily Ammused. But I Am Like So TotallY Tired So I Think I'm Gona Go LaY Down Or Do Something Where I Don't Have To Type Cause I'm BORED Of Typing,Yea Hard To Belive I KnoBut I Love You All And Give Me A Call Later Or Now If You Have My Telephone Number -MARY GABRIELLE WHITE- -If I Could Reach Up And Take A Star For Everytime You Made Me Smile The Entire Night Sky Would Be In The PalmS Of My Hand-Love Ya Steph &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112820268527108469?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112820268527108469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112820268527108469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112820268527108469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112820268527108469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/girls-just-wana-have-fun.html' title='GirlS Just Wana Have FuN'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112818465650520284</id><published>2005-10-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:37:36.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hening kerudung merah kirmizi</title><content type='html'>Barangkali Sapardi benar, tak semua bisa dijelaskan dengan kata, ada kalanya kata seperti tak mampu menampung pengalaman yang sangat subtle. Mungkin dia bisa menginsinuasikannya, namun tak selamanya mampu mewadahi nuansanya.   Ada sesuatu yang tak terjelaskan ketika sesuatu tercerabut dari diri kita, kita merasainya namun tak mampu mengucapkannya. Ataukah kita kadang kala seperti anak kecil yang kehilangan mainan kesenangannya. Bukankah merujuk pendekatan Freudian, orang mencari kepenuhan terhadap luka batin masa lalunya, artinya naluri bertindak akan selalu berkaitan dengan upaya mencari sublimasi dari luka masa lalu.   Atau kadang rasa itu muncul karena kita begitu kuat menggenggamnya, seolah tak ingin melepaskan sesuatu yang tak semestinya di genggam, layaknya pasir yang berjatuhan disela-sela jemari tangan kita, sampai akhirnya tak satupun yang tersisa, kecuali aroma yang lekat...  Sekuat apapun kita menggenggamnya, semakin terasa kosong yang kita gengam. Manusia terkadang merasa mampu mengkalkusi dengan akal budi dan nurani, merasa mampu menentukan a course of the story, tapi bukankah semesta selalu terlalu besar untuk akal budi yang begitu terbatas.   Kekosongan memang melegakan, tetapi bersamanya ada bagian yang seperti tercabik, sesuatu yang hilang tanpa sempat kita tahu kapan dan bagaimana. Aku seperti perempuan-perempuan dengan dian yang menunggu kedatangan sang Khalik, tertidur dan mematikan dian berharap masih memiliki persedian minyak ketika sang khalik datang. Tetapi adakah yang tahu kapan sang Khalik akan datang?   Kenapa perasaan kehilangan selalu tidak mengenakkan, merengkuhnya seperti menggenggam duri, semakin dalam dirasakan, semakin banyak tetesan darah yang mengalir, narasi atas kepedihan dan kekosongan...   Barangkali ini saat yang tepat mendaraskan kembali apa yang Coelho tuliskan dalam novelnya the Alchemist, memanggil kembali kekuatan mimpi...bahwa seluruh semesta akan bangkit menyerahkan kekuatannya apabila kita tegar mengejar mimpi... tapi inikah mimpi.. ato sekedar ilusi...dan aku mengakhirinya seperti Sapardi mendaraskan dengan kata yang tak sempat diucapkan kayu kepada api yang manjadikannya abu... hening dan sepi tanpa kata...hanya butiran satu dua butiran air di pelupuk mata, dan semakin kecil nurani dihadapan keagungan alam... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112818465650520284?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112818465650520284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112818465650520284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112818465650520284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112818465650520284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/hening-kerudung-merah-kirmizi.html' title='Hening kerudung merah kirmizi'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112811673784828543</id><published>2005-09-30T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:45:37.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>having fun..sorta..kinda</title><content type='html'>Well..i was bored, but now i am having some fun, i woke up like..2 hours ago..lol..and james is over, so now we are kinda just sitting around, and we're eating ice cream right now..which is really yummy!! and the sad thing is, is that he is leaving for his cousins tomorrow..which live in Ohioim gonna miss him so very much..but hes only staying for a week..so thats not to bad, i guess...and omg! school is almost here!i hate School! it is so effin gay..and i am not all that great at it either..lol..except for Math..i guess i am okay, and all my teachers are very sucky/bitchy..i hate it! And my bestestestest friend Ashlee moved awaywhich is like the saddest thing that has ever happened to me..but i think she is coming up for visits..i am pretty sure..but i will FOR SURE call her every night!! i cannot forget bout her!! ha! everyone knows that, that live here.. well we are gonna go now, so i hope someone that is reading this COMENTS! ;)  it would be very thoughtful of you. thanx alot. love you all. bye. love,kate.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112811673784828543?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112811673784828543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112811673784828543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112811673784828543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112811673784828543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/having-funsortakinda.html' title='having fun..sorta..kinda'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112809857396618804</id><published>2005-09-30T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:42:53.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my friends and life basically</title><content type='html'>Well i don't know about you guys, but never ever cheat on someone. I mean i did and i totally regret it now.Then i got cheated on, and that wasn't fun.At least i have my friends to lean on...but one doesn't really seem to care what he did and stuff like that.She just wants to tell me to get over him and everything will be fine!no it won't.i don't feel the same anymore, and i would just like to talk to someone about everything, someone i don't know, and they can give me a plan...but they maybe too much to ask for...ya know...well now that you have wasted 1 minute and 88.6 seconds of your precious life...i bid you goodbye    Laureno &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112809857396618804?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112809857396618804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112809857396618804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112809857396618804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112809857396618804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-friends-and-life-basically.html' title='my friends and life basically'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112802937470908925</id><published>2005-09-29T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:29:34.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grattan Raceway 7-16-05</title><content type='html'>Well here we go again. Connor was ready for the weekend we practiced real hard the previous Sunday, and worked on the corners and braking. In the first moto on Saturday connor did ok he finished 3rd after a bad start, but after some words from Dad he got a much better start on the second moto and finished a strong second for second place overall. It rained Saturday night into Sunday and that made the track real sticky (which is good for the motocross tires it makes them grab real hard), and Connor loves these kinds of tracks. On the first moto the kid right next to Connor did a wheelie on the start and crashed in front of Connor. Connor had to swerve around him and basically got a real bad start probably around 5th out of 9 riders by the end of 2 laps connor made it up to third. I saw the first 2 riders come up around the corner, but no Connor. Connor went to do a jump and was going so fast he hit a lapped rider in front of him making them both crash. Connor was in third and 2 kids past him which put him back to 5th. It took 2 laps, but Connor was able to pass the 2 kids back and was now back in 3rd. The second place kid fell which moved Connor to 2nd place where he finished behind his buddy Gary. On the second moto Connor pulled the holeshot (which means he was in first place off the start), andConnor and Garybattled it out for a couple of lapsuntil Gary fell, and Connor was able to cruise to first place, and take a first place overall for the day. I guess a 1st and a 2nd for the two days was a great weekend. Our next race is at Big Air the last weekend of the month and connor will have a 2 hour lesson with one of the babbitts Pro's i hope they can help him out i will let you know more after that weekend. Later jeff &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112802937470908925?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112802937470908925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112802937470908925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112802937470908925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112802937470908925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/grattan-raceway-7-16-05.html' title='Grattan Raceway 7-16-05'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112801152000107749</id><published>2005-09-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:32:00.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new friend</title><content type='html'>well another game done........we won very suprising tho we didnt play to good and i sure didnt pitch that wonderful well it was pretty bad hey we won tho so its all good are coach is so awsome.....omg he cracks me up first he yells SIR what kind of call was that.... then he starts yelling at the ump it he was right and everyone knew it its great i cracked up i told him he wasmy new best friendthen we had these wonderful friends form prep that were cheering me on yea right i laughed at them and everytime i pitched a strike would flash a HUGE smile at them hahaha stuff it in your face........ then i started dancing on the mound you know big pappa style karius thoughtthat it was um strange hahaha then he was calling everyone nicknames lol great times at fastpitch its a blast hehehe i cant even start with them all but yea im done now and all i can say is BUTTLOAD beck &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112801152000107749?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112801152000107749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112801152000107749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112801152000107749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112801152000107749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-new-friend.html' title='my new friend'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112794356598572967</id><published>2005-09-28T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:39:26.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do something"</title><content type='html'>              Do ya feel this? I'm gonna feel this... Are you ready? I don't think so... Somebody give me my truck So we can ride on the clouds So we can turn up the base like... Somebody pass my guitar So we can look like a star And spend this cash like... What ya gonna do when the crowd goes &amp;quot;eohh&amp;quot;? Why y'all standin' on the wall? Music's starting everywhere So why don't you just move along? I see ya lookin' at me Like I'm some kinda freak Get up outta ya seat Why Don't ya do somethin' ? I see ya lookin' at me Like I got what ya need Get up outta ya seat Why Don't ya do somethin' ? Now ya all in my grill Cus I say what I feel Only rock to what's real, now (bump, bump) But I can't do that with you Already here with my crew You can roll if you can't Dont be a (punk, punk) What ya gonna do when the crowd goes &amp;quot;eohh&amp;quot;? Why y'all standin' on the wall? Music's starting everywhere So why don't you just move along? I see ya lookin' at me Like I'm some kinda freak Get up outta ya seat Why Don't ya do somethin' ? I see ya lookin' at me Like I got what ya need Get up outta ya seat Why Don't ya do somethin' ? I see ya lookin' at me Like I'm some kinda freak Get up outta ya seat Why Don't ya do somethin' ? *mwah* I see ya lookin' over here Can't ya tell I'm havin' fun? If you know like I know You would stop starin' at us And get your own space And do somethin' I see ya lookin' at me Like I'm some kinda freak Get up outta ya seat Why Don't ya do somethin' ? I see ya lookin' at me Like I got what ya need Get up outta ya seat Why Don't ya do somethin' ? I see ya lookin' at me Like I'm some kinda freak Get up outta ya seat Why Don't ya do somethin' ? I said Do Somethin' Aww! Why don't ya do somethin' ? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112794356598572967?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112794356598572967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112794356598572967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112794356598572967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112794356598572967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-something.html' title='&quot;Do something&quot;'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112792520221330760</id><published>2005-09-28T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:33:22.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Grad!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend J and I flew to Princeton, NJ, to celebrate my younger sister's graduation with aMDIV. For those whodon't know - MDIV is a masters in divinity. I am so proud of Renee -- what an accomplished, smart, focused young woman she continues to be. For the curious, I've included pics. :) Renee's lovely boyfriend David also graduated, but decided not to walk this year. David just earned hismasters in theology, which requires an additional year of grueling study. Of all the accomplishments between these two, I have to say the short list includes: -mastering of Hebrew and Latin. Talk about being self-sufficient when it comes to critically interpreting ancient texts. - keeping an open mind. I've seen this in many, many respects including a willingness to stand up for gay and lesbian people in the Protestant community and not dismissing Nietzche or the French existentialists. I am thrilled that David and I can actually talk about my favorite subject, philosophy,in a meaningful way. :) - showing me a whole new side of &amp;quot;the church.&amp;quot; I had no idea Presbyterians are so democratic and progressive! - I also have to admit, finally, now that Renee has graduated, I've been jealous for the past four years because she had the opportunity to take a class from Elaine Pagels, one the sharpest and most interesting religious scholarstoday.  On a final note - Princeton is a sweet, if really yuppy, town.There are a gazillion places to go for ice cream and shopping. I do recommend swinging by The Yankee Doodle Inn in Nassau Square for a pint of Blue Moon (with orange wedge) and a cap fromSmall World coffee shop.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112792520221330760?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112792520221330760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112792520221330760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112792520221330760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112792520221330760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/congrats-grad.html' title='Congrats Grad!!!!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112785763386797061</id><published>2005-09-27T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:47:17.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Het tweede weekend: de verhuizing!!</title><content type='html'>Na een week klussen en inpakken zijn we dit weekend verhuisd!  Vrijdag was martijn vrij om het RVSgoed in ontvangst te nemen en noig wat laatste dingen in het huis te regelen. 's middags kregen we het telefoontje dat ook het bankstel kon worden opgehaald. Vrijdagavond na zijn werk is Jeroen op zijn Monster naar ons toegekomen en heeft ons in de flat geholpen door o.a. kasten uit elkaar te halen. Ik heb nog wat dozen ingepakt en we hebben alles zo goed mogelijk klaar gemaakt voor de grote dag.   Zaterdagochtend zijn Martijn en Jeroen met de grote bus het bankstel op gaan halen. Onze verhuis hulpen Lineke, Edwin, Michiel, Leontine en Marco. Arriveerde tussen 10 en 12 uur en we zijn gaan in laden. Hoewel Martijn dacht dat we het wel met 1 volle bus zouden redden zij het er uiteindelijk 3 op zaterdag geworden. Dat betekend dat de flat ook echt leeg is.  Lineke, Leontine en ik zijn boodschappen voor de lunch gaan regelen terwijl de heren de flat leeg hebben gehaald. Bij terugkomst konden wij in het huis aan de slag om alle dozen in de juiste kamer te zetten en beginnen uit te pakken. Tegen zessen kwamen Arianne en Nubis even kijken hoe ver we waren. Bij de laatste bus van deze dag zijn ook de katten, slanegen en muizen meegekomen. Chloe was meteen aan het rondneuzen en binnen een half uur was ook Hendrik heel erg nieuwsgierig het nieuwe huis aan het vrekennen. Rond 21 uur arriveerde de welverdiende pizza's. Om 22 uur gingen Michiel, Marco en Leontine naar huis. Na en dag hard werken. 's nachts werden we wakker van een Hendrik die voor de deur stond en lekker het eten van Chloe had opgegeten. We hadden zeker niet verwacht dat hij de trap op zou lopen maar dat kan hij zelf heel goed. Welliswaar voorzichtig, maar het gaat prima zowelop als af.  Zondagochtend, nadat we alle drie (Jeroen is het hele weekend gebleven, thank god!!) best slecht hadden geslapen. Zijn we na een ontbijt het laatste restje spullen incl Sugarglidersop gaan halen in de flat. Aangezien de Gliders nachtdiertjes zijn, was het niet verstandig om ze nog zaterdag avond over te brengen, we wilde ze het liefts over verhuizen als ze lekker liggen te slapen. Daarna hebben we nog wat geklust en een en ander verder uitgepakt. Al met al een druk dagje en tegen21 uur, ploften we doodmoe op de bank. We hebben nog welgenoeg te doen maar het eerste begin is gemaakt.  Bedankt Jeroen, Michiel, Marco, Leontine, Edwin en Lineke, zonder jullie was het zeker niet zo snel gegaan!!!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112785763386797061?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112785763386797061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112785763386797061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112785763386797061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112785763386797061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/het-tweede-weekend-de-verhuizing.html' title='Het tweede weekend: de verhuizing!!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112783866701459360</id><published>2005-09-27T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:31:07.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL..</title><content type='html'>Well well today is my cousin's 21st bday and yes we are having a bday kegparty at his house and its nice so the pool is ready aswell, for the car info i had the money ready to order my motor this week but seems like i had to use some for jail bail money but o well i'll get it back in no time then when the car is done i'm gonna take a road trip to el paso texas to visit my brother and take a break in mexico party it up a lil and get drunk lol not much to say so i'll write again tomarrow and see how the party goes peace. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112783866701459360?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112783866701459360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112783866701459360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112783866701459360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112783866701459360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/well.html' title='WELL..'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112777066644993770</id><published>2005-09-26T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:37:46.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of: September 5th</title><content type='html'>Vacation Day Monday for Labor Day Chris Rager's Birthday on the 5th!  Monthly Business Review week at MS = BUSY!  Connor's 1st day at his new school Tuesday September 6th. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112777066644993770?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112777066644993770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112777066644993770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112777066644993770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112777066644993770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/week-of-september-5th.html' title='Week of: September 5th'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112775292063305832</id><published>2005-09-26T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:42:00.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eminem in Rehab</title><content type='html'>Eminem in RehabTwo days after deep-sixing his European tour citing &amp;quot;exhaustion,&amp;quot; Eminem has confirmed through his publicist that he is in drug rehabilitation. http://sercee.com/TV/  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112775292063305832?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112775292063305832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112775292063305832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112775292063305832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112775292063305832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/eminem-in-rehab.html' title='Eminem in Rehab'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112768472122139499</id><published>2005-09-25T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:45:21.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to make the donuts...</title><content type='html'>I haven't been sleeping well this past week, and this morning I awoke at 3:45 and just laid there until 4:30, at which time I decided to get up and make the banana bread I'd been meaning to make for the last few days. Chris found me in the kitchen and asked me what I was doing.   &amp;quot;Cooking,&amp;quot; I replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be whirling an egg beater at 4:40 am.  He looked at the clock. &amp;quot;At 4 in the morning?&amp;quot;  I shrugged and got the flour out of the pantry. &amp;quot;Couldn't sleep.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Why not?&amp;quot; he wanted to know.  We'd already discussed the issue of him staying up until 5 am every morning as he played computer games this past week...he'd had some time off work still scheduled, as this was the week we'd hoped to be able to make it to Sturgis, so he'd just kept the time off, and has been diving in deep to the games he's not had much time to play lately. Unfortunately for me, I didn't understand until last night that his &amp;quot;vacation&amp;quot; also meant that he'd be AWOL from me as well. Not that he's taking a vacation from me personally, but that him playing games all night just happens to conflict with my sleeping schedule, so that's just been the way it's worked out. He's already agreed that last night/this morning would be the last night he did that, as I miss him and miss getting to do stuff with him, so I didn't see the point in rehashing that while my mushy bananas called for me to blend them into the butter-sugar mix. But he did ask, of course, so he got the not-intentionally-guilt-inducing answer of...&amp;quot;Because I can't sleep when you're not there.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well, how did you sleep before?&amp;quot; he asked, referring to the &amp;quot;before&amp;quot; when I lived on my own.  &amp;quot;Before, I was in my own bed. Now I'm in your bed. And when I'm in your bed, you're supposed to be there, too.&amp;quot;  *sigh*  Then I felt bad, and he felt bad, but not so bad as to prevent him from returning to battling the devils or goblins or whatever it was he happened to be battling at the time downstairs. As I finished prepping the bread batter, I continued the conversation in my head:  I can't sleep when you're not with me because when I go to bed, I leave the bathroom light on so that you'll be able to see when you come upstairs. I lie there and hope that you'll make it upstairs before I fall asleep, because it comforts me to have you next to me when I sleep. Then I do fall asleep and I usually make it through about 4 hours before I wake up in that half-awake mode, just awake enough to notice that the light's still on and that you're not with me yet, and then I look at the clock and see that I've slept for about four hours, and that I still have a couple more hours before I have to get up for work, but then I lie there and wonder if you'll be coming up soon, and if I'd just fallen asleep, then I'd never get back to sleep a third time, so maybe I should just stay awake...but if you won't be coming up soon, then maybe I should just go back to sleep now. And then the orange cat comes up and stretches out next to me, so I scratch his belly, and then his sister-cat squeaks at me from the windowsill, and then she comes over to be scratched, so now I'm awake and scratching two cats at once and wondering if I should get up and turn out the bathroom light, and if I did, then I might as well use the bathroom too, but I'm not sure if I need to use the bathroom, but of course it has been four hours...no, make that four and a half hours now, that I've laid here, and wow, have I really been lying awake for half an hour already? Maybe I should get up and pee. But you're still not here, and now I'm wondering which game you're playing and if I'd like it so much too so that I'd want to stay up all night playing it, and now it's forty-five minutes that I've been lying here, and even if I went to sleep now I'd get that amount of sleep where you're really tired when it's time to get up, so maybe I should just stay awake at this point, but that'll make me useless for tonight, when I'm hoping you'll not be playing games, and will spend some time with me. And then I feel bad for thinking like that, and I think I should just suck it up and be adult about the fact that you should get to spend your vacation playing computer games if that's what you want to do, so fuck it, I'm going to get up and make banana bread.  So I got up and made the bread, and as it baked, I came downstairs to surf the blogs and to whine into my Space. As I typed, Chris needed to reboot his machine,and as it rebooted he came and laid down on the couch next to me with his head almost in my lap (I'm on the laptop), and I rubbed his head for awhile. He said he didn't mean to make me stop typing, but it seemed weird to type stuff about him while he watched, so I just kept rubbing his head. I noticed he was lying there with his eyes closed, so I started typing again, and now he's fallen asleep, his head still almost in my lap.   It amazes me sometimes, how very much like little boys grown men can be, and how the stuff I consume myself with worrying about usually turns out to be nothing after all.  The house is now filled with the smell of banana bread, and it's just about time for me to get ready for work. The as-yet-uneaten crickets in the geckos' cages are chirping away happily, making a soothing, good-morning sort of sound. There's a cat on the floor just in front of me who'scurled up around a catnip-scented toy, blissfully rubbing her face into the catnip scent, and I can hear a friendly cat-wrestling match beginning upstairs on the hardwood floor of the kitchen. The kids are still asleep in their beds, and Chris, finally given in to the sandman, is breathing deeply and slowly next to me, secure in the comfort of a slumber well-earned.   Life is very grand indeed. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112768472122139499?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112768472122139499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112768472122139499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112768472122139499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112768472122139499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-time-to-make-donuts.html' title='It&apos;s time to make the donuts...'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910176.post-112766634927679459</id><published>2005-09-25T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:39:09.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Depressing Week!</title><content type='html'>Haven't been home in a while cuz a lot of SHIT!!!!! happened. First off my fav. cousin Eric Glover age 14 died on August 12th, then on the 16th was his Wake, then after that was a lunchin er sumthin like that, then on the 17th was his burial, spent the night at his house after that then the next day spent the night there again, then the 19th was Amber's b-day(Eric's sister)...then I came home that day and then today I was at Badger with a bunch of people and met this one really hot dude named Josh...i think...but w/e thats about it   The goth one! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112766634927679459?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112766634927679459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112766634927679459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112766634927679459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112766634927679459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/very-depressing-week.html' title='Very Depressing Week!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112759418612645748</id><published>2005-09-24T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:36:26.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody hell meetings@D295</title><content type='html'>as the freaking hell meeting for VO, Francis and i came to a conclusion that Jane foo is such a bitch............as far as the construction practice in general, wondered if the details breakdown is necessary for a stupidV.O. how the hell am i gonna &amp;quot;compose&amp;quot; the whole thing out from nothing??? what exactlyis thebloody project managementall about in here?   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112759418612645748?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112759418612645748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112759418612645748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112759418612645748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112759418612645748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/bloody-hell-meetingsd295.html' title='Bloody hell meetings@D295'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112757577946387030</id><published>2005-09-24T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:29:39.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honda Ya</title><content type='html'>Honda Ya 556 EL CAMINO REAL, TUSTIN, CA 92780  grilled gizzard rocks! grilled liver, heart, bacon wrapped asparagus, quail eggs... too busy eating, forgot to take pics of food.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112757577946387030?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112757577946387030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112757577946387030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112757577946387030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112757577946387030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/honda-ya.html' title='Honda Ya'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112750829479975113</id><published>2005-09-23T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:44:54.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry!</title><content type='html'>I'm sooooooooooo excited! this is my first entry!  Okay, so i sound stupid, get over it. i guess now that my life is soooooooooo boring and pointless, i get super excited over tiny little things, like getting this msn space thingie.  hmm, for some reason the music list thing didn't really work. it said it'dtake one of my lists from windows media player, but it only took some of the songs,most of which i don't really like. oh well, i don't even know whatit's for anyway.  but yeah, i'm not used to this whole msn space thing yet, i'll find my way around eventually, somehow.   it's getting kinda late...maybe i should sleep.  yup, sounds like a good idea right aboutnow.   Goodnight!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112750829479975113?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112750829479975113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112750829479975113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112750829479975113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112750829479975113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-entry.html' title='First Entry!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112748993613985953</id><published>2005-09-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:38:56.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schism by Tool</title><content type='html'>I know the pieces fit'Cause I watched them fall awayMildewed and smoulderingFundamental differingPure intention juxtaposedWill set two lovers' souls in motionDisintegrating as it goesTesting our communicationThe light that feuled our fire thenHas a burned a hole between us soWe cannot see to reach an endCrippling our communicationI know the pieces fit'Cause I watched them tumble downNo fault, none to blameIt doesn't mean I don't desire toPoint the finger, blame the otherWatch the temple topple overTo bring the pieces back togetherRediscover communicationThe poetryThat comes from the squaring off betweenAnd the circling is worth itFinding beauty in the dissonanceThere was a time that the pieces fitBut I watched them fall awayMildewed and smoulderingStrangled by our covetingI've done the math enough to knowThe dangers of our second guessingDoomed to crumble unless we growAnd strengthen our communicationCold silence hasA tendency toAtrophy anySense of compassionBetween supposed brothersBetween supposed loversI know the pieces fitI know the pieces fitI know the pieces fitI know the pieces fitI know the pieces fitI know the pieces fitI know the pieces fitI know the pieces FIT &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112748993613985953?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112748993613985953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112748993613985953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112748993613985953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112748993613985953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/schism-by-tool.html' title='Schism by Tool'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112740350948308818</id><published>2005-09-22T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:38:29.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty day...</title><content type='html'>It was a really nice day except the weather was a little bit hot.  My friend took me to the shopping center in Gilroy. It takes about 40 minutes from my home. It wasn't long trip at all but the problem was the air-conditioner in my friend's car was broken. I was very sleepy but I couldnt fall asleep in the car bcoz of the heat. That made my boxer become so wet and stuck on my butt... That was so damn uncomfortable. I knew I should wear shorts and sandals today.  Anyway, I did buy me some clothes to cool me down a bit. I was going to buy a new CK perfume. It smells so sweet and I really love it even though Irarely buy perfume. It is the One series for 05' summer. The smell is still vaporizing on my sexy body, wanna taste it, baby? But finally, I didn't buy it bcoz my friend bought it for me. He said that it was for my late birthday present. That made me feel so cool~~ What a good friend... for today. The shopping center is huge!! We got tired in such a hot weather before we could walk all around the stores. I think that it might take two days.  In the early evening, we decided to go back my home. Then we went to enjoy the steam bath and sauna at my apartment. Next,my roommate, he and Iwent to IKEA. My friend boughtsome stuff and a little red table which is exactly the same as the one in my room. And I became his servant to carry his stuff for him. Then we went to a super delicious Japanese ramen restaurant to have our dinner. When we were on our way there, I saw a incredibly beautiful sunset. It was awesome!! I always want to enjoy such a romantic moment with my girl one a beautiful beach. Right now, I can only dream about it...... Who's gonna be the one? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112740350948308818?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112740350948308818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112740350948308818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112740350948308818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112740350948308818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/pretty-day.html' title='Pretty day...'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112733499655053588</id><published>2005-09-21T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:36:36.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Day #3</title><content type='html'>Well, orientation is finally over. It was WAY too long. A lot ofBS. I met a girl who has 4 classes with me though, which is good. I also saw a boy from where I went to college, but I didn't get a chance to talk to him. Hopefully he'll be in some of my classes though. There are a lot of really short boys in my class. Weird.   Hm. I'm feeling very apathetic and blah today. I don't know why. The last week and some days has just been terrible. I can't stop crying, I feel really sad, I feel like I don't have the ability to go to law school... hopefully all of this will subside once classes start... I'm afraid that it won't though. Feeling this way really sucks. I don't like it, but yet I can't stop it. I just want to sit at home all day and do nothing.   There is somebody that is moving into the apartment above mine and to the left right now. Its 10 freaking PM. WTF? Not the best time to move in. Hello!?   I feel really lame. Its Friday night, and I'm sitting here doing nothing. I started my outlines/reading for class, but still, that doesn't make me feel any less of a dork. I just hope that I find some people that I really connect with. The people I have met are plenty nice, but there is no one that I want to be really good friends with or anything. Every guy I've met has been married or has a girlfriend. Gotta love that.   Hm. I hate having these reservations. I just can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop feeling sad. I hate being so far away from my family. For the last two months I couldn't wait to move out, and now, I just want to be closer. Not IN the same house, but closer. Six hours is just so far. And I'm having a hard time stomaching the thought of 3 more years of school.   Anyways. I guess I'm going to bed... LAME. Lamelamelamelamelamelamelame. Have you ever wanted to live in your tv? I've always been very comfortable and confident with myself, but right now, I don't want to be me...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112733499655053588?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112733499655053588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112733499655053588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112733499655053588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112733499655053588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/orientation-day-3.html' title='Orientation Day #3'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112731752070443175</id><published>2005-09-21T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:45:22.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>I wonder when that would be ? I Smile n laugh so innocently, Say I am soo happy; lik never befr More than ever before!  To be the child I always used to be, So artless, a lil hot tempered, naiive,carefree. She s so like me; but not me! I feel lik a riddle, wrought by discrepancies!!  N it hurts real bad, to have her in me,  Yet be somebody elz, a shadow of Her real self!! O it hurts too bad, She s despised n isneeded no more, Why cant it be...th world arnd me lik her n luv her!  Ye..I know i grew up...n i am glad! But why cant I be Her anymore? The one I always used to be! A lil hot tempered, artless,carefree! YE...I WONDER &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112731752070443175?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112731752070443175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112731752070443175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112731752070443175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112731752070443175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112724821071074669</id><published>2005-09-20T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:30:10.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair cut!!</title><content type='html'>Well today is the day....I have to go get a haircut for my job at Boston Pizza else I won't look 'professional'. Soooo I dunno what I am doing yet....I wanna just get my back just trimmed up so it doesn't stick out so much when I wear my hat, cause I look like a clown, lol. I don't want to loose my long banges though either....damn my thin banges *shakes fist at genetics* I also have no idea what I am going to do about colour of my hair, if I am off to buy some more black dye, or too slowly let my brown grow back in then let the sun get too it and become a dirty blonde like most summer, I dunno *shrugs* All stuff I have to decide within the next hour. =D.  Now Inset random Goldfinger lyrics. I was listening to this in the shower today, and singing it too myself and was just like hey, that's not to shabby. So here it is. &amp;quot;Faith&amp;quot;I ask myselfWhere has passion gone? Have I grown up?Am I too old?I don't feel like I didI need to feel, there's nothing elseNothing leftBut your taste in my mindWhere have I gone?Where have I gone?You come along to sing this songRestore my faith like nothing's wrongYou come along to sing this songRestore my faith like nothing's wrongBut I'mSinging this songI feel sickI need more than thisWhere have I gone?Where have I gone? What shuts me down, tears me apart?I don't knowWhat I amWhere's the man, the man with dreams? One man aloneI haven't changed a thingYou come along to sing this songRestore my faith like nothing's wrongYou come along to sing this songRestore my faith like nothing's wrongYou come along to sing this songRestore my faith like nothing's wrongYou come along to sing this songRestore my faith like nothing's wrongBut I'mSinging this song   Now that, well that has been done, lets ponder on what else to delve into. Well I don't work till Friday/sat morning......both the usual 6:30-3pm Prep cook shifts, fun fun right there. The Boston Pizza orientation is on the 5th, sooo this Thursday. I have heard things about what we have to do and I am sooo not looking forward to attending it now....more on that later, if it happens :/. As you can also tell by the song lyrics something is bugging me as of late, but I am not going into details about it, because pretty much anyone on my Msn list can read this and yah.... oh at The Kingdom the other night, twas hella fun, Eric didn't 'hook up' with any girls that time, but well come on man you've gotten how many girls lately? lol. And poor jonks :( I was tryin to help the guy out as much as I could, but he just couldn't talk to any girls. Me? I don't really ever go there looking, like well I look and go &amp;quot;hey she's cut&amp;quot; but never really say anything cause of pub nights at school.....anyways, I saw this one cute girl and was like I wanna say something but can't....so I didn't but then not to long after she happened to walk by and I dunno how, but I stopped her for 2 seconds and asked her name :) she came back later and I ended up giving her my msn, figure that? I dunno maybe my lucks changing? Only time will tell that.  Almost had a car bought yesterday, buuuut a couple walked in with cash not 10 mins we called back and bought it, sooo the search continues. I am hoping fora Mystique, or Jetta preferablly myself. But we'll have to wait and see. Anyways I can't think of anything to ramble on about for today so I'll post again later in the future, peace. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112724821071074669?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112724821071074669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112724821071074669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112724821071074669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112724821071074669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/hair-cut.html' title='Hair cut!!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910176.post-112723015608846379</id><published>2005-09-20T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:29:16.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN Space</title><content type='html'>Hey Leute!  Hab mir jetz hier bei msn sowas gebastelt! ich hoffe das mit den fotos klappt jetz besser als vorher! bei mir gibts nix neues! schule faengt am montag an! habe mir ne blase am fuss eingefangen und gestern konnte ich nich zum training gehn!!! naja...geht wieder vorbei! n anderes team will mich jetz noch haben..die spielen 2 liegen hoeher und wuerden mich sponsorn...dann muesste ich nich so viel bezahlen! mal sehen wenn die mich aufnehmen wurden..vll spiele ich dann da! machts gut!have fun! neuer bericht folgt nach schulbeginn! kai &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112723015608846379?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112723015608846379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112723015608846379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112723015608846379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112723015608846379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/msn-space.html' title='MSN Space'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112716268012492096</id><published>2005-09-19T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:44:40.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly</title><content type='html'>Mood:   Wow, another irrelevent update in my procrastination of work. The major work continues to loom ever closer and at this point in time I am writing a crime fiction short story. Earlier today I felt enthusiastic about this task, yet that has fast faded as I sit here now, longing to withdraw into bed for the night. The week is drawing to a close, and with it drags a tired Spritza. I usually do enjoy creative writing, but it is difficult to write without that spark to inspire words to flow from your mind through your fingers and onto the screen. One exam remains for marking, unfortunatly the worst of the bunch. That little bundle of surprise shall arrive next week. Spring also appraoches, perhaps a lighter thought on ones mind, yet with spring we get sprung with the hsc itself. Three letters which can destroy ones state of mind. However my mind had clearly slipped along time ago, so this does not concern me.. Ealier this evening, while I say here a fly flew before me, and landed on the table. I was tempted to try swat it, sa it was not far away and i would have had a chance of hitting it, yet i meerly tried to shoe it away. However the fly did not fly, or it remained, wanting to be hit. So rather than hurt the creature, I gently scooped it onto a piece of paper and took it outside so it would have a chance.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112716268012492096?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112716268012492096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112716268012492096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112716268012492096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112716268012492096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/fly.html' title='Fly'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112707543593578693</id><published>2005-09-18T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:30:35.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Tourny Part IV and Bonus Chapter</title><content type='html'>Well today we played our last game at 7:30. We had to be there at 6:30. That sucked. We won our game 2-0, and we got to go to the championship. We lost 4-0 but the other team did a really good job and we didn't do our best.Oh well seconds not bad seeing as we haven't even passed in the past years. The reffing wasn't much better today either. Actually it was about the same or worse. We almost got to have Jarrick (I don't know if thats how you spell it) on our team. The stupids refs wouldn't let him play because of some stupid unwritten rule that he wasn't on the roster at the beginning of the tournament. That was stupid. Our coach actually called him up when he was giving medals and he gave him one. That was pretty sweet. Anyways.....thats it for now I guess, more later I suppose. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112707543593578693?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112707543593578693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112707543593578693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112707543593578693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112707543593578693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/soccer-tourny-part-iv-and-bonus.html' title='Soccer Tourny Part IV and Bonus Chapter'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112705774939280294</id><published>2005-09-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:35:49.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Este finde promete</title><content type='html'>Volviendo a recobrar el 100% de mis ganas de !!!!FIIIIIIIIIESTA!!!!, superados ya los bajones de animos de las ultimas semanas, el proximo finde puedo prometer y prometomi resurjir.......La duda es ande iremos, FIESTAS DE TORREJON O MADRID.Por otra parte esta el proyector de cine que me voy a piyar, !!!ESAS PELIS(q no de genero pervertido) Q VAMOS A VER EN MI KELY!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112705774939280294?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112705774939280294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112705774939280294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112705774939280294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112705774939280294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/este-finde-promete.html' title='Este finde promete'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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-15910176.post-112698973636491972</id><published>2005-09-17T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:42:16.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Plushies!</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I'm so happy!!! You can buy InuYasha plushies at Hot Topic!!! But..... I hate Hot Topic Who's willing to go in and buy me one!!! It's what's going to be on my B-Day wishlist!!! You can also order them from hottopic.com, but it would be cheeper to find it at the store, but then it might be sold out  I want the Sesshomaru one and the InuYasha one!!! I also what Kyo the kitty and the Sama cat from Trigun, because I  kitties!!! Me so hyper!!! After discovering these anyways ^^ I love anime plushies and I've always wanted a Sesshomaru one and now I know where to get them! It's just... WHY'D IT HAVE TO BE HOT TOPIC!!! Stupid goth clothing *kicks store, not literally though* Take That! ^^ Now I feel better!  Well that was fun, especially since I was bored ^^ ~Kitsune &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910176-112698973636491972?l=lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112698973636491972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910176&amp;postID=112698973636491972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112698973636491972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910176/posts/default/112698973636491972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukedixiecomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/anime-plushies.html' title='Anime Plushies!'/><author><name>Luke Dixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722907469712881711</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></feed>
