<?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-21235381</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:12:02.386-04:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='road rage'/><category term='stupid lawsuit'/><category term='media'/><category term='music'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='crazy news'/><category term='pearls'/><category term='life comments'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>randomly theJRT</title><subtitle type='html'>the place where i'm randomly me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-1226959721153846391</id><published>2009-06-10T12:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:09:00.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Do we want to know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Si_afTFJgRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ugWqvaSWhpw/s1600-h/2+Percent+Milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Si_afTFJgRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ugWqvaSWhpw/s200/2+Percent+Milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345731513944736018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So... 2% Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the other 98% if it's not milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda makes you wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-1226959721153846391?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1226959721153846391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1226959721153846391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-we-want-to-know.html' title='Do we want to know?'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Si_afTFJgRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ugWqvaSWhpw/s72-c/2+Percent+Milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-9152343325335773433</id><published>2009-06-09T22:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:16:35.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road rage'/><title type='text'>I think it's true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Si8W-_MvAKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zoY7w9j0Q-o/s1600-h/Speed+Limit+50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Si8W-_MvAKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zoY7w9j0Q-o/s200/Speed+Limit+50.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345516554084614306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you ever think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder if all of the Speed Limit signs are invisible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;can see them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-9152343325335773433?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/9152343325335773433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/9152343325335773433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-its-true.html' title='I think it&apos;s true...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Si8W-_MvAKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zoY7w9j0Q-o/s72-c/Speed+Limit+50.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3810429676873937592</id><published>2009-05-26T19:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:26:06.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>new name</title><content type='html'>When I started &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity, &lt;/span&gt;I thought I was being unique. Different. Unusual. Apparently like 50 billion people use the term "randomosity" in their blogs (may or may not be a slight exaggeration). I've decided the rename the blog, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomly theJRT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theoretically, I will begin to post more and share things that are randomly me. You know, the things that made me start this blog in the first place. But this is all theoretical. I'm just not ready to pull the plug on this site. And I'm definitely not ready to Twitter with the rest of the world. Tch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3810429676873937592?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3810429676873937592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3810429676873937592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-name.html' title='new name'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-5135295255920090397</id><published>2009-04-22T21:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:37:52.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>bruised and broken</title><content type='html'>The other night at work, I got beat up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_FIq2F0GI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4UEiJrM-9W4/s1600-h/JRT+bruised.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_FIq2F0GI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4UEiJrM-9W4/s320/JRT+bruised.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327693636933374050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By a display fixture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone thought it would be a good idea to place a display fixture that has a round base up on a very high shelf... and lay it on its side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to insult your intelligence, but... round rolls. In case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yah... the fixture rolled off the top shelf and smacked my arm on its way down. It left a mark. As you can see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-5135295255920090397?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5135295255920090397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5135295255920090397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2009/04/bruised-and-broken.html' title='bruised and broken'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_FIq2F0GI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4UEiJrM-9W4/s72-c/JRT+bruised.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-8071224792930511253</id><published>2009-03-02T18:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:33:00.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>longing for Spring</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting in my bedroom... freezing. And I wonder why. So I check weather.com just to see if there may be a reason for my shivering. And this is what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SaxrYQ-m-oI/AAAAAAAAAbI/UDRZpWzpFfE/s1600-h/weather+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SaxrYQ-m-oI/AAAAAAAAAbI/UDRZpWzpFfE/s400/weather+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308736125381573250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should not feel like -1°F! I want Spring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O... and I hate how they add that happy little sun picture and write "Sunny" like that's supposed to help you feel better! Tch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-8071224792930511253?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8071224792930511253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8071224792930511253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2009/03/longing-for-spring.html' title='longing for Spring'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SaxrYQ-m-oI/AAAAAAAAAbI/UDRZpWzpFfE/s72-c/weather+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-1997409183535643508</id><published>2009-02-14T17:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:16:49.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>today is SAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SZdCtPxn24I/AAAAAAAAAaw/FJ-oa-Lyt_w/s1600-h/Candy+Hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SZdCtPxn24I/AAAAAAAAAaw/FJ-oa-Lyt_w/s400/Candy+Hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302780431348259714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Unimaginative, Consumerist-Oriented and Entirely Arbitrary, Manipulative and Shallow Interpretation of Romance Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-1997409183535643508?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1997409183535643508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1997409183535643508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-sad.html' title='today is SAD'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SZdCtPxn24I/AAAAAAAAAaw/FJ-oa-Lyt_w/s72-c/Candy+Hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-2237398853044281726</id><published>2009-01-27T15:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:29:04.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>money-less money holder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SX9ueXpf3sI/AAAAAAAAAag/b4aXz9BpL8A/s1600-h/Wallet.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SX9ueXpf3sI/AAAAAAAAAag/b4aXz9BpL8A/s200/Wallet.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296073154834194114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need a new wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  i hate the idea of spending money for something that is supposed to hold  money...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-2237398853044281726?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2237398853044281726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2237398853044281726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2009/01/money-less-money-holder.html' title='money-less money holder'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SX9ueXpf3sI/AAAAAAAAAag/b4aXz9BpL8A/s72-c/Wallet.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-7863164605685970880</id><published>2009-01-17T13:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:56:04.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>the BirthWeekend post</title><content type='html'>Today is my BirthDay, but last night the 2nd Annual BirthWeekend Celebration began. (You can read about the 1st Annual BirthWeekend &lt;a href="http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/01/thejrt-and-birthweekend.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) My friends forced me to wait until Midnight to open my present because they know I'm not the most patient person in the world... and quite frankly, they enjoy torturing me. But let me tell you-- this present was worth the wait! I truly have the best friends in the world! I love them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my present began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SXIhyPObwcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/cwTxc2MoA2o/s1600-h/JRTbirthday+Present+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SXIhyPObwcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/cwTxc2MoA2o/s200/JRTbirthday+Present+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292329659078001090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a ball of birthday party streamers... all wound into a ball with a Mickey Mouse sticker and instructions to "Open Here --&gt;" (I was also given verbal instruction that I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;allowed to tear it apart... I had to unwind it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SXIiss9kyyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eSOigtZGozI/s1600-h/JRTbirthday+Present+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SXIiss9kyyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eSOigtZGozI/s200/JRTbirthday+Present+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292330663492766498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started to unravel this rather heavy ball of party streamers, I discovered that little objects had been taped to the inside. About every inch or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SXIlb04CNRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LzaJpR0Grqg/s1600-h/JRTbirthday+Present+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SXIlb04CNRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LzaJpR0Grqg/s200/JRTbirthday+Present+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292333672094119186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were all sorts of fun surprises... money (coins &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;paper money!), chocolates (Dove Promises and Hershey Kisses), little Twix candy bars (my favorite), Pens &amp;amp; Pencils (all related to Bob), randomly placed Mickey &amp;amp; Friends stickers, etc. I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;much fun unwrapping my present. It was definitely a unique gift and one that I will remember forever. I seriously love my friends. Love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SXIn8flx71I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Aa5bWzef4es/s1600-h/JRTbirthday+Present+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SXIn8flx71I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Aa5bWzef4es/s200/JRTbirthday+Present+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292336432339349330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SXIosPaK9gI/AAAAAAAAAaI/JmOeHcTiwHA/s1600-h/JRTbirthday+Present+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SXIosPaK9gI/AAAAAAAAAaI/JmOeHcTiwHA/s200/JRTbirthday+Present+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292337252629411330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-7863164605685970880?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7863164605685970880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7863164605685970880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthweekend-post.html' title='the BirthWeekend post'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SXIhyPObwcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/cwTxc2MoA2o/s72-c/JRTbirthday+Present+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-8292862030497007101</id><published>2009-01-10T19:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:18:58.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>story time with theJRT</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time... because these stories only happen once-- there was a boy. We'll call him LilRedHoodieGuy (because Little Red Riding Hood was already taken… tch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day, LilRed decided he was going to go visit some random dying (wealthy) relative in a last-chance effort to earn himself a little inheritance money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, LilRed was what we call "underprivileged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his way to Rich Random Relative's house, LilRed saw some pretty flowers. So LilRed walked over to the pretty flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stepped on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LilRed continued to walk down the forest path, humming a cheery little tune... in B-flat minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now you're probably expecting to hear something about a wolf right about now. Wrong story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When LilRed arrived to Rich Random Relative's house, he felt most unwelcomed. (Mostly because Rich Random Relative's butler had quite literally kicked him out the front door.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This disturbed LilRed greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was LilRed going to "get rich quick" if he couldn’t even get inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, LilRed did what any sensible boy would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He killed the butler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, LilRed was granted an audience with his dear dying Rich Random Relative. Rich Random Relative made very poor attempts at being courteous and hospitable and it became clear to LilRedHoodieGuy that Rich Random Relative had no intentions of offering an inheritance to LilRed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again, LilRed did what any sensible boy would do... he forged a new will and killed his dear already-dying Rich Random Relative (after all, he was merely a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt; relative... not a Close one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's not forget- although blood is thicker than water, money can buy happiness! Or, at least LilRedHoodieGuy was going to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-8292862030497007101?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8292862030497007101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8292862030497007101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-time-with-thejrt.html' title='story time with theJRT'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-6480262346637236934</id><published>2009-01-02T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:05:54.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>the new tv has arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SV7H6f213AI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zntSkADJHpY/s1600-h/New+Family+TV.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SV7H6f213AI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zntSkADJHpY/s320/New+Family+TV.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286882820377402370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally got the new family TV. It's beautiful. I don't really have more to say... I mean, the picture speaks for itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-6480262346637236934?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6480262346637236934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6480262346637236934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-tv-has-arrived.html' title='the new tv has arrived'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SV7H6f213AI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zntSkADJHpY/s72-c/New+Family+TV.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-6736594671123254391</id><published>2008-12-23T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:33:32.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>kids are pretty smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SVGtQIfbleI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JTjxwwpqdCs/s1600-h/Letter+to+God.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SVGtQIfbleI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JTjxwwpqdCs/s400/Letter+to+God.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283194330551129570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is &lt;/span&gt;that okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil brings up a good point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-6736594671123254391?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6736594671123254391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6736594671123254391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/12/kids-are-pretty-smart.html' title='kids are pretty smart'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SVGtQIfbleI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JTjxwwpqdCs/s72-c/Letter+to+God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-5463384528579522739</id><published>2008-11-27T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:22:17.947-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>happy day of thanx!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SS9iSkJqolI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ESMj_rboJ5k/s1600-h/fall-leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SS9iSkJqolI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ESMj_rboJ5k/s320/fall-leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273541759755526738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a happy Day of Thanx! I had my mom's pumpkin pie. I'm happy. It's the only pumpkin pie I'll eat. O... and I had turkey, too. I gave thanx. You should too. It's good to give thanx. (I may or may not be bored right now) (And slightly rambling) (In case you haven't notice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-5463384528579522739?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5463384528579522739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5463384528579522739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-day-of-thanx.html' title='happy day of thanx!'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SS9iSkJqolI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ESMj_rboJ5k/s72-c/fall-leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-1635109005689950867</id><published>2008-11-04T15:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:52:14.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>I voted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SRC0XkGY1bI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j6PY5CWU_yo/s1600-h/USA+flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SRC0XkGY1bI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j6PY5CWU_yo/s200/USA+flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264906281316570546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I voted today... like every eligible American should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;look younger than I really am! (Yay not looking old!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to turn in my completed ballot, when the guy asked me, "Is this your first time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slightly taken aback and replied, "no..." After he gave a quizzical look, I quickly added, "Actually, I'm 27."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His response almost made me laugh: "O, I thought you were one of those young first-time voters!" I love it when people think I'm still young!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-1635109005689950867?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1635109005689950867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1635109005689950867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-voted.html' title='I voted!'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SRC0XkGY1bI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j6PY5CWU_yo/s72-c/USA+flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-8650375166110564627</id><published>2008-10-06T16:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:00:09.275-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>and we thought oatmeal was healthy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SOp8He3dp7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/FV8vb7Cb2Jw/s1600-h/Oatmeal+Creme+Pies.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SOp8He3dp7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/FV8vb7Cb2Jw/s400/Oatmeal+Creme+Pies.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254148383267727282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we thought, "oatmeal is healthy... these must be good for you." These are so oily and fattening and artificial that you have to wonder if there really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;any oatmeal in them. And if there is, is there any nutritional value left in the oatmeal? Just food for thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-8650375166110564627?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8650375166110564627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8650375166110564627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-we-thought-oatmeal-was-healthy.html' title='and we thought oatmeal was healthy...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SOp8He3dp7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/FV8vb7Cb2Jw/s72-c/Oatmeal+Creme+Pies.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-7255404115666642688</id><published>2008-09-27T23:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:32:25.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I don't get it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Do your ears hang low?&lt;br /&gt;Do they wobble to and fro?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie them in a knot?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie them in a bow?&lt;br /&gt;Can you throw them o'er your shoulder like a continental soldier?&lt;br /&gt;Do your ears hang low?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought this was a weird song...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-7255404115666642688?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7255404115666642688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7255404115666642688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-6762894286514744953</id><published>2008-08-29T17:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:24:14.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>drum roll, please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SLhjhBt9ozI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Bxex_ETlPkM/s1600-h/GAP+Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SLhjhBt9ozI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Bxex_ETlPkM/s400/GAP+Logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240047585493623602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I may be falling in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(details coming soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I fell in! YAY! Ok, now for the really long story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing my fruitless Job Hunt after the Disney Store closed in June, I noticed that new job listings had been posted on the mall's website, so I decided to go there one evening and pick up a few applications from stores on that list. While at the mall, applications in hand, I approached the Gap (which was not on the website's list) and decided just to stop in and look for a bit. When I walked in, I saw a sign that said "Now Hiring" and the lady at the counter saw me looking at the sign and noticed the applications I had in my hand and asked, "would you like an application?" Of course, I said "yes, please." She went on to say that she was the hiring manager and we chatted briefly. Well, I took the application home, set it on my desk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So almost an entire week later, I went back to the mall with the completed Gap application-- hoping they were still looking. It was Thursday evening, August 28 (to be exact). When I got there, the manager who had given me the application was there and she remembered talking to me and after barely glancing at the application asked if I could come back for an interview... the next day! So I had my first interview with the Gap on August 29, the day I posted the original "details coming soon" post. The interview went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;well. At the end of the interview, the manager mentioned that they have a two-interview process and that they needed to contact my references before setting up the second interview. Being Labor Day weekend, she said it may be a few days before I get the call to schedule the second interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up being an entire week! But, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;called back. I went to the second interview, which was more like a friendly chat, and was once again feeling rather confident. The second interviewer said she'd have to discuss with the first interviewer and then they'd call me and let me know the outcome. Then she said, "I'm off tomorrow, and [the first interviewer] is off the next day and then weekends can get busy... so you may not get a call until next Monday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I expected another long wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second interviewer called the next morning... from her home... on her day off! Problem was, I missed the call and accidentally erased the message that included the callback number (which was different than the number she called from). Then I remembered that after the interview, she said that the first interviewer would be working. I called the store to let the first interviewer know that I got the message from the second interviewer and would like to accept the offer. Unfortunately, the person who answered at the store informed me that I had just missed her-- by five minutes! So, here I had the job offer that I had been waiting for and no way to call back and accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After panicking and receiving good advice from friends, I decided to call the store first thing the next morning and explain that I had erased the message and was unable to return their call. When I called, the first interviewer answered and was relieved to hear that I was still interested in taking the job. I went in that very evening to fill out paperwork and go through Orientation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just completed my first week of training at the Gap! So far, I love it. I even told one of my friends that "Gap is the new Disney!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-6762894286514744953?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6762894286514744953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6762894286514744953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/08/drum-roll-please.html' title='drum roll, please...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SLhjhBt9ozI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Bxex_ETlPkM/s72-c/GAP+Logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-6092754269707870558</id><published>2008-08-18T20:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:34:19.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>the truth behind rabbits and eye wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SKoUusmdNlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NSfpwZQCseU/s1600-h/Bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SKoUusmdNlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NSfpwZQCseU/s200/Bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236020309250618962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know how when you were younger, sitting at the dinner table staring suspiciously at a plate full of carrots, your parents would tell you, "Carrots are good for you. They help your eyes. Rabbits eat carrots, and have you ever seen a rabbit wearing glasses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought about this recently and have come to the conclusion that parents lie to their children. Eating carrots has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;to do with a rabbit's lack of eye wear. Rabbits don't wear glasses because they don't have good optical insurance. And let's face it, folks-- glasses are expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, parents-- be honest with your children. Tell them that eating carrots will help them get a better job with health benefits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-6092754269707870558?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6092754269707870558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6092754269707870558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/08/truth-behind-rabbits-and-eye-wear.html' title='the truth behind rabbits and eye wear'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SKoUusmdNlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NSfpwZQCseU/s72-c/Bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-2401905106916764081</id><published>2008-08-08T16:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:38:48.728-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearls'/><title type='text'>do you think I'm fat?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I posted a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pearls Before Swine &lt;/span&gt;comic strip, but I just can't resist posting this one. It made me laugh. I love Rat... painfully blunt, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SJyuizguvqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/YegE6PBF2q8/s1600-h/Pearls+Before+Swine+8-08-08.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SJyuizguvqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/YegE6PBF2q8/s400/Pearls+Before+Swine+8-08-08.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232248780063948450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-2401905106916764081?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2401905106916764081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2401905106916764081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-think-im-fat.html' title='do you think I&apos;m fat?'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SJyuizguvqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/YegE6PBF2q8/s72-c/Pearls+Before+Swine+8-08-08.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-6309721608918041704</id><published>2008-07-27T13:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:08.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'm not even making this up...</title><content type='html'>No, seriously-- I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;making this up. My friend sent me this picture this morning. Taken by her very own camera phone! There seriously are people like this out there... allowed to wander amongst us! Beneath this photographic evidence is the text message that accompanied the original Pic Message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SIyvaNkJjBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9utAwO0f6RI/s1600-h/Crazy+Kilt+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SIyvaNkJjBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9utAwO0f6RI/s400/Crazy+Kilt+Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227746132323044370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I was having a horrible morning &amp;amp; stopped for coffee @ McDonalds when this guy gets out of his car... and starts crawling around on the ground in the drive thru. I nearly died laughing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-6309721608918041704?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6309721608918041704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6309721608918041704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-even-making-this-up.html' title='I&apos;m not even making this up...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SIyvaNkJjBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9utAwO0f6RI/s72-c/Crazy+Kilt+Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-558223476079915473</id><published>2008-07-24T00:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:08.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>going green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SIgIZUyIAII/AAAAAAAAAP4/U7MG6S4f9Tw/s1600-h/Recyle+Symbol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SIgIZUyIAII/AAAAAAAAAP4/U7MG6S4f9Tw/s200/Recyle+Symbol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226436598732161154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Whoever came up with the "Go Green" slogan is pretty much a marketing genius. They have made such an impact that the color of the traditional symbol for Recycling is now green. They changed the color of a standard symbol just because someone said "go green!" And they probably weren't even talking about the environment-- they were probably just cheering for the green team at a sporting event. Even so, it was marketing genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GO GREEN! O, yah... and, um... recycling is good, too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-558223476079915473?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/558223476079915473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/558223476079915473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/07/going-green.html' title='going green'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SIgIZUyIAII/AAAAAAAAAP4/U7MG6S4f9Tw/s72-c/Recyle+Symbol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-697678889102660074</id><published>2008-07-14T12:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:08.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>tastes just like the box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SHuBuv6qRZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zbVtHkqUW80/s1600-h/Tasteeos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SHuBuv6qRZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zbVtHkqUW80/s200/Tasteeos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222910833002694034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm eating Tasteeos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're kind of like Cheerios, but with less cheer and more cardboard taste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-697678889102660074?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/697678889102660074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/697678889102660074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/07/tastes-just-like-box.html' title='tastes just like the box'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SHuBuv6qRZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zbVtHkqUW80/s72-c/Tasteeos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-2145783469920434251</id><published>2008-06-26T20:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:08.634-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>perhaps a super model?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SGQwGDxJdhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KbPGujnq5hc/s1600-h/Superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SGQwGDxJdhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KbPGujnq5hc/s200/Superman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216347149050672658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I was just wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Since Superman always wore his undies on the outside of his tights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make him an Underwear Model? And did he ever work for Calvin Klein? Because it seems like a lot of actors get their start as Calvin Klein Underwear Models...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hm... kinda makes you wonder, too. Doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-2145783469920434251?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2145783469920434251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2145783469920434251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/06/perhaps-super-model.html' title='perhaps a super model?'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SGQwGDxJdhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KbPGujnq5hc/s72-c/Superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-424160132753456361</id><published>2008-06-09T16:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:08.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>"it's a twister! it's a twister!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SE2RvE-TEAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/w6tZeGLinuU/s1600-h/Tornado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SE2RvE-TEAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/w6tZeGLinuU/s200/Tornado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209980581912449026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, work was exciting. I can't even remember the last time I have had that much excitement at work. It didn't start out that spectacular, though. Let me explain. I wasn't very happy about having to work on Sunday. Apparently since we're closing, my Availability doesn't mean much. Well, at least the mall closes at 6pm on Sunday. Well, around 5:30pm, the lights flickered and our registers started acting up. Peggy, our Store Manager, thought she heard something announced over the mall intercom system thingy and saw an unusual presence of Mall Security... so she stepped out to see what was going on. (We couldn't hear the announcement inside the store). Then Peggy came in and announced. "Everyone, there is a tornado warning. We need to evacuate and go find shelter. We are closing the store. We need to evacuate." And people are not very smart. That's all I need to say about that, really. But I will explain more anyway. So even after Peggy very clearly said there was a tornado coming and we all needed to find shelter, the people just smiled and nodded and continued shopping! And Peggy was like "No, seriously... get out!" Well... ok, she was a little nicer than that. Anyway, so Mall Security had everyone evacuate into the inner service hallways of the mall. It was sweet. By the time they gave the "ok" to return, it was nearly 6pm- closing time! So rather than opening the gates for like 10mins, we decided to straighten up the store and close early. It was awesome! I wish work was always that exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-424160132753456361?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/424160132753456361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/424160132753456361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-twister-its-twister.html' title='&quot;it&apos;s a twister! it&apos;s a twister!&quot;'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SE2RvE-TEAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/w6tZeGLinuU/s72-c/Tornado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3605472776078932349</id><published>2008-05-31T23:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:08.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>JRTnotebook, Jr. is growing up and writing music!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SEIfuOhYx8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EZO3Lj7cuyc/s1600-h/JRTnotebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SEIfuOhYx8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EZO3Lj7cuyc/s200/JRTnotebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206758998226290626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faithful readers will remember that a while back my notebook PC went into a coma. After 6 months, JRTnotebook went brain-dead and was in need of a brain transplant. (If you have no clue what I'm talking about- don't worry, that's normal. Most people have no clue what I'm talking about... ever. Just smile &amp;amp; nod- I'm used to that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But if you really care to know- read this past &lt;a href="http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/07/donor-found-transplant-successful.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two months, the brain was replaced and JRTnotebook, Jr. was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, like every proud parent does, I will brag about how much my little compy has grown up! I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;purchased a MIDI Interface which allows me connect JRTnotebook, Jr. to my keyboard. This will make writing music on my little compy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;much easier! I am so excited about not having to enter the notes in by "hand," one click at a time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday (or thereabouts), my laptop will experience another major "growth spurt." I have ordered 2GB of RAM! JRTnotebook, Jr. has been running rather slowly lately. You know how kids are- they get so tired when they're growing. But this RAM Upgrade should fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can tell, my little "pride and joy" is doing well. All grown up- and writing music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3605472776078932349?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3605472776078932349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3605472776078932349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/05/jrtnotebook-jr-is-growing-up-and.html' title='JRTnotebook, Jr. is growing up and writing music!'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SEIfuOhYx8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EZO3Lj7cuyc/s72-c/JRTnotebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3331880363154422948</id><published>2008-05-01T16:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:09.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>"now its time to say goodbye..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SBory6gHF4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/fOBX07ZToOA/s1600-h/Mickey+Mouse+Salutes+America.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SBory6gHF4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/fOBX07ZToOA/s200/Mickey+Mouse+Salutes+America.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195513273822680962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now its time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to all our company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-I-C&lt;br /&gt;Spoken:&lt;br /&gt;see you real soon&lt;br /&gt;K-E-Y&lt;br /&gt;Spoken:&lt;br /&gt;why? because we like you&lt;br /&gt;M-O-U-S-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, 3+ years ago Disney sold the Disney Store to The Children's Place. Recently, Disney has sought to buy back the stores. Disney's plan was to buy back only 2/3 of the stores. As of today, May 1, Disney officially owns the Disney Store once again. Now, this should be great news (and it really is!), but... the store I work at was not one of the "chosen ones." We will be closing. In 7-8 weeks, I will be unemployed. No longer will I work with Mickey Mouse. This makes me sad. Sad, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3331880363154422948?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3331880363154422948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3331880363154422948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-its-time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='&quot;now its time to say goodbye...&quot;'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/SBory6gHF4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/fOBX07ZToOA/s72-c/Mickey+Mouse+Salutes+America.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-7815435215835750454</id><published>2008-04-04T21:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:09.602-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy news'/><title type='text'>"who's that sleeping in my bed..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R_bdvA1qLZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_7crAPnQoTw/s1600-h/Goldilocks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R_bdvA1qLZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_7crAPnQoTw/s200/Goldilocks.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185575820712357266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, seriously... who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Bridget just sent me this great news article- a modern, real-life telling of the Goldilocks story. It made me chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;CENTRALIA, Wash. - A "Goldilocks" was found sleeping in a Chehalis home. Deputy Police Chief Randy Kaut said when the family woke up Wednesday they found an 18-year-old stranger asleep in a bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they awoke the woman she said a friend named Jeremy had dropped her off and told her it would be OK to sleep there. While that was just right for her it was more than the family could bear. They don't know anyone named Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was nothing taken from the home — no missing porridge. Police gave the Olympia woman a ticket for  trespassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-7815435215835750454?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7815435215835750454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7815435215835750454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/04/whos-that-sleeping-in-my-bed.html' title='&quot;who&apos;s that sleeping in my bed...&quot;'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R_bdvA1qLZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_7crAPnQoTw/s72-c/Goldilocks.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3940230983576861134</id><published>2008-03-27T16:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:09.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'm dreaming of a... getaway car?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R-v_-w1qLXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dmuN2evdpRo/s1600-h/Tricycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R-v_-w1qLXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dmuN2evdpRo/s320/Tricycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182517249946824050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so... last night I had a very strange dream. Very strange indeed. I dreamt that I tried stealing a tall tricycle (similar to the one in the pic- only taller)... but even when I peddled as fast as I could, it wasn't fast enough to get away. The owner just walked up to me and pushed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure why I was trying to steal a tricycle. I think I may have stolen something else and grabbed the tricycle to use as my getaway vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should've looked for something faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I told you it was a strange dream)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3940230983576861134?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3940230983576861134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3940230983576861134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-dreaming-of-getaway-car.html' title='I&apos;m dreaming of a... getaway car?'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R-v_-w1qLXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dmuN2evdpRo/s72-c/Tricycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-5952242284415669549</id><published>2008-03-22T23:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:09.889-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>someone must pay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R-XMzw1qLWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/V7JlwMxi_Xk/s1600-h/Easter+Lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R-XMzw1qLWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/V7JlwMxi_Xk/s200/Easter+Lily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180772136014982498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright... who was the one going around singing, "I'm Dreaming of a White Easter"?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure my calendar said "First Day of Spring" the other day... but apparently MI didn't get that memo because it snowed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot &lt;/span&gt;last night! And it's supposed to snow again tomorrow... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ON EASTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="message_next"&gt;I hate Global Warming!! It's colder and there's more  snow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-5952242284415669549?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5952242284415669549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5952242284415669549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/03/someone-must-pay.html' title='someone must pay'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R-XMzw1qLWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/V7JlwMxi_Xk/s72-c/Easter+Lily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-4732661244519783682</id><published>2008-03-01T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:10.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>waking up... tch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R8m_1fcbQFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oAdeaxltFwo/s1600-h/Hate+Waking+Up.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R8m_1fcbQFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oAdeaxltFwo/s200/Hate+Waking+Up.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172876572706422866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to roll out of bed and get ready to face a big, bright, beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late afternoon/early evening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theJRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-4732661244519783682?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4732661244519783682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4732661244519783682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/03/waking-up-tch.html' title='waking up... tch!'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R8m_1fcbQFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oAdeaxltFwo/s72-c/Hate+Waking+Up.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-7197432463393436168</id><published>2008-02-26T19:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:10.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>today's random thought that I really thought today (not even joking)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R8S07LBKLeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pnk0E5ArFWA/s1600-h/black+leather+gloves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R8S07LBKLeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pnk0E5ArFWA/s200/black+leather+gloves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171457200791104994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My gloves are cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... they're hand-shaped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-7197432463393436168?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7197432463393436168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7197432463393436168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/02/todays-random-thought-that-i-really.html' title='today&apos;s random thought that I really thought today (not even joking)'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R8S07LBKLeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pnk0E5ArFWA/s72-c/black+leather+gloves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3244869155270791509</id><published>2008-02-14T01:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:10.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>my not-so-favorite holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R7Pk37BKLdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5n44vkwQ4NQ/s1600-h/cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R7Pk37BKLdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5n44vkwQ4NQ/s400/cupid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166724846910582226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Singles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3244869155270791509?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3244869155270791509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3244869155270791509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-not-so-favorite-holiday.html' title='my not-so-favorite holiday'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R7Pk37BKLdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5n44vkwQ4NQ/s72-c/cupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-8489013621916617326</id><published>2008-02-13T16:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:10.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>pain never hurt anyone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R7Np5LBKLbI/AAAAAAAAANo/o3eef0ndwqE/s1600-h/Ice+Bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R7Np5LBKLbI/AAAAAAAAANo/o3eef0ndwqE/s320/Ice+Bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166589628455202226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yah, I said it- "Pain never hurt anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, I woke up with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;major &lt;/span&gt;kink in my neck. Not gonna lie- it was not comfortable... but I was trying to be all "Mr. Grinnenbarrett" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;of you will get that...) and act like I wasn't in as much pain as I was. Meanwhile, I was taking ibuprofen and relaxing under hot showers and laying on a heating pad and basically doing everything I could think of to stop the pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning- the pain was still there. My neck has been kinky for THREE DAYS now! I was a little frustrated. So I decided to go to Google and run a search for "neck pain" and I was directed to a medical website. I clicked the medical site's link to "Shoulder and Neck Pain Treatment" and discovered that I have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;causing &lt;/span&gt;my continued pain! Apparently I should have been using an ICE PACK, not a HEATING PAD! Yah, go figure, huh? "Do not use heat in the first week because it can increase the swelling in the injured area and worsen your pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently while playing the role of "Mr. Grinnenbarrett," I was secretly enjoying the pain and did not really want relief. I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-8489013621916617326?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8489013621916617326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8489013621916617326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/02/pain-never-hurt-anyone.html' title='pain never hurt anyone...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R7Np5LBKLbI/AAAAAAAAANo/o3eef0ndwqE/s72-c/Ice+Bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-6830837174171624319</id><published>2008-02-05T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:10.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>my favorite holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R6kZDMhVsmI/AAAAAAAAANI/jEWEIgbJLp4/s1600-h/paczkis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R6kZDMhVsmI/AAAAAAAAANI/jEWEIgbJLp4/s400/paczkis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163685990448345698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my favorite holiday! Today is Paczki Day (pronounced "Poonch-key"... yah, I don't get it either)! Today is the day we stuff ourselves with ultra-fattening donuts! Seriously... what's not to love? Today, commonly called "Fat Tuesday" (which is translated "Mardis Gras"), is the day before Ash Wednesday which marks the first day of Lent. Although I  am not Catholic and do not participate in Ash Wednesday or Lent- I find it difficult to refrain from joining them on Fat Tuesday... Paczkis just taste so good! Please excuse me while I go eat another one... and no, I won't tell you how many I've had!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-6830837174171624319?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6830837174171624319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6830837174171624319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-favorite-holiday.html' title='my favorite holiday'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R6kZDMhVsmI/AAAAAAAAANI/jEWEIgbJLp4/s72-c/paczkis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-1767679872229395469</id><published>2008-02-01T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:11.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>lil red swim shorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R6Pe5shVslI/AAAAAAAAANA/op0lmBqrBX8/s1600-h/Pool+Party+JRT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R6Pe5shVslI/AAAAAAAAANA/op0lmBqrBX8/s400/Pool+Party+JRT.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162214680681624146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faithful readers of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity &lt;/span&gt;will remember my pursuit of skinniness that started back in &lt;a href="http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-encouragement.html"&gt;May&lt;/a&gt;. You will also remember the status update in &lt;a href="http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/10/thejrt-and-little-red-hoodie.html"&gt;October&lt;/a&gt;- where I purchased my lil red hoodie! Well, again, I bring you good news. Last weekend, my niece had her 16th Birthday Party. It was a pool party! (yes... it was an indoor pool) Well, back in May (the last time I went swimming), I had to purchase new swim shorts because mine didn't fit anymore (they were a size S... and I wasn't). But last weekend, when getting ready for my niece's party, I decided to try them on again (having lost weight since May)- AND THEY FIT!! So... not only can I wear my lil red hoodie, but I can also wear my lil red swim shorts!! Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* If you would like an uncensored copy of the image, just send me an email... and I will probably just call you a perv!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-1767679872229395469?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1767679872229395469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1767679872229395469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/02/lil-red-swim-shorts.html' title='lil red swim shorts'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R6Pe5shVslI/AAAAAAAAANA/op0lmBqrBX8/s72-c/Pool+Party+JRT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-1247792961151238457</id><published>2008-01-30T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:11.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearls'/><title type='text'>short people...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R6DsJ8hVsjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YccS_IAN0aU/s1600-h/pearls+before+swine+1-30-08.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R6DsJ8hVsjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YccS_IAN0aU/s400/pearls+before+swine+1-30-08.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161384828575527474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just can't resist a good "short people" joke! This made me laugh a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-1247792961151238457?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1247792961151238457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1247792961151238457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/01/short-people.html' title='short people...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R6DsJ8hVsjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YccS_IAN0aU/s72-c/pearls+before+swine+1-30-08.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3144442031593292340</id><published>2008-01-20T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:11.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>theJRT and the BirthWeekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R5oxsshVsiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rJ7fX8-ON_Y/s1600-h/Birthday+Balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R5oxsshVsiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rJ7fX8-ON_Y/s320/Birthday+Balloons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159490967041323554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past Thursday (Jan, 17) was my BirthDay... but sometimes a Day just isn't good enough. I decided, this year I was going to make it a BirthWeekend (extended weekend, of course). I requested Thu-Sat off of work (and usually have Suns off anyway, and BirthWeekend was no exception). I made all sorts of plans with various friends. I had a blast. You see- I figured if I had enough fun, I would forget how old I really was now. (Still in denial, actually...) One of those BirthWeekend nights included a trip to Cold Stone Creamery! I had never been to one in my whole life!! Sad to say, I wasn't very adventurous and stuck to their "suggested" menu items. Although, I did modify my order just a tad. I decided to have a Cheesecake Fantasy! (... but without the blueberries- 'cause that would've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;ruined the fantasy for me...) It... was... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMAZING! &lt;/span&gt;I now understand the wonders and glories of Cold Stone Creamery! While I was turning, um... "older" on the 17th, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity &lt;/span&gt;turned 2 on the 19th! Two birthday celebrations in one BirthWeekend! To those who were involved in the BirthWeekend festivities- thanx for making it memorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3144442031593292340?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3144442031593292340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3144442031593292340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/01/thejrt-and-birthweekend.html' title='theJRT and the BirthWeekend'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R5oxsshVsiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rJ7fX8-ON_Y/s72-c/Birthday+Balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-2049650482178130997</id><published>2008-01-11T02:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T02:48:00.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy news'/><title type='text'>the dreaded end of break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MEXICO CITY - A 10-year-old Mexican boy dreaded returning to school after Christmas break so much that he glued his hand to his bed. Sandra Palacios spent nearly two hours Monday morning trying to free her son Diego's hand with water, oil and nail polish remover before calling authorities, police chief Jorge Camacho told The Associated Press from outside the northern city of Monterrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I didn't want to go to school because vacation was so much fun," Reforma newspaper quoted the boy as saying. Palacios said Diego sneaked into the kitchen in the early morning to get the industrial glue, which he then slathered on his right hand. She didn't hear him get up, but later awoke and found him watching TV with his hand stuck to the bed, she told Mexican newspaper El Universal.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;"I don't know why he did it," she told Reforma. "He's a good boy, but mischievous like all kids."&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Diego's hand was fine, and paramedics managed to unstick him in time for class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Diego- industrial glue? You really thought that would work? You need to try harder next time. At least something that will take longer to remove! I mean... you didn't even miss a class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-2049650482178130997?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2049650482178130997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2049650482178130997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/01/dreaded-end-of-break.html' title='the dreaded end of break'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-7067140136848181749</id><published>2008-01-01T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:11.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>welcome to 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R3nUkvq_asI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8nPOula7yKk/s1600-h/2008+Balloons.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R3nUkvq_asI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8nPOula7yKk/s400/2008+Balloons.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150381376612035266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Randomosity &lt;/span&gt;is almost 2 years old now! Everyone looking forward to the "terrible twos"? I know I am! 2008 is sure to be an exciting year! I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that for my New Years Resolution, I will make it my goal to tempt others to break their New Years Resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('cause I'm a jerk...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this post marks the 151st post on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity &lt;/span&gt;since it's birth on January 19, 2006. 151 is a palindromic number! Isn't that great?! (A Palindrome is a word (or in this case, a number) that is read the same in either direction).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-7067140136848181749?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7067140136848181749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7067140136848181749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-to-2008.html' title='welcome to 2008'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R3nUkvq_asI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8nPOula7yKk/s72-c/2008+Balloons.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-7649599698528858820</id><published>2007-12-24T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:11.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>santa claus is coming... or is he?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R3COcPq_arI/AAAAAAAAAMY/T95Jh_N6pa8/s1600-h/santa_stuck_in_chimney.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R3COcPq_arI/AAAAAAAAAMY/T95Jh_N6pa8/s200/santa_stuck_in_chimney.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147770989978806962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I heard the funniest Christmas song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;on the radio. I decided to post the lyrics. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Chimney Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There's something stuck up in the chimney&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what it is,&lt;br /&gt;But it's been there all night long.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I waited up for Santa all Christmas night&lt;br /&gt;But he never came and it don't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;And there's something in the chimney&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't make a sound,&lt;br /&gt;But I wish you Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something stuck up in the chimney&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what it is,&lt;br /&gt;But it's been there all week long.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the dog keeps barking up the chimney flue&lt;br /&gt;And we don't know what we're going to do.&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's something in the chimney&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't move around,&lt;br /&gt;And it's been a week since Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something stuck up in the chimney&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what it is,&lt;br /&gt;But it's been there all month long.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's jammed up tight above the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Now the house smells funny, such a big disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;That there's something in the chimney&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't talk at all,&lt;br /&gt;And it's been there since last Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something stuck up in the chimney&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what it is,&lt;br /&gt;But it's been there all year long.&lt;br /&gt;I'll been waiting up for Santa like I did last year&lt;br /&gt;But my brother says, "He's already here."&lt;br /&gt;And he's stuck up in the chimney&lt;br /&gt;And he doesn't say a word&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be there every Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll have him every Christmas.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-7649599698528858820?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7649599698528858820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7649599698528858820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-claus-is-coming-or-is-he.html' title='santa claus is coming... or is he?'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R3COcPq_arI/AAAAAAAAAMY/T95Jh_N6pa8/s72-c/santa_stuck_in_chimney.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-8696538142920005070</id><published>2007-12-18T16:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:11.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>on the "naughty list"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R2g-Lvq_aqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sy9v0zb9_to/s1600-h/Naughty+List.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R2g-Lvq_aqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sy9v0zb9_to/s200/Naughty+List.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145430945767058082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My good friend Bridget (who is ever-faithful in sending me entertaining news articles) sent me this holiday gem- I just had to share this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MONTREAL (AFP) - After catching his 15-year-old smoking pot, a father sold the hard-to-get "Guitar Hero III" video game he bought his son for 90 dollars for Christmas at an online auction, fetching 9,000 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sale took place after the father spent two weeks searching for the video game for the Nintendo Wii gameboard. "So I was so relieved in that I had finally got the Holy Grail of Christmas presents pretty much just in the nick of time. I couldn't wait to spread the jubilance to my son," the father wrote on the eBay website "Then, yesterday, I came home from work early and what do I find? My innocent little boy smoking pot in the back yard with two of his delinquent friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, a school teacher, who kept his identity private, said he sold the coveted video game to punish his son and discourage him from smoking dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sale was a boon for the family's bank account, since the game the father purchased for 90 dollars (US) was finally sold to an Australian who plunked down 9,100 dollars for it. The naughty son, however, will not go without a present on Christmas. "I am still considering getting him a game for his Nintendo. Maybe something like Barbie as the Island Princess or Dancing with the Stars... I know he will just love them," the father said, tongue-in-cheek.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm still not sure who the bigger moron is in this article... the 15-year-old boy who thought it was cool to smoke pot, or the Australian who paid 9,100 dollars for "Guitar Hero III"? That's a tough call. I mean... they're both morons. But who's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bigger &lt;/span&gt;moron? I dunno. But I do have to say "congratulations" to that father. That was some smart parenting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-8696538142920005070?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8696538142920005070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8696538142920005070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-naughty-list.html' title='on the &quot;naughty list&quot;'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R2g-Lvq_aqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sy9v0zb9_to/s72-c/Naughty+List.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-8747448899720632456</id><published>2007-12-07T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T18:35:54.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>fun for lexophiles (lovers of words)</title><content type='html'>I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police were called to a day care where a 3-yr-old was resisting a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher backed up into the meat grinder &amp;amp; got a little behind in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write with a broken pencil is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When fish are in schools, they sometimes take debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short fortune teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thief who stole a calendar got 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thief fell &amp;amp; broke his leg in wet cement. He became a hardened criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the smog lifts in Los Angeles, U.C.L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dead batteries were given out free of charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dentist &amp;amp; a manicurist fought tooth and nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A will is a dead giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A backward poet writes inverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't pay your exorcist you can get repossessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft &amp;amp; I'll show you A-flat miner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine was fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grenade fell onto a kitchen floor in France, resulted in Linoleum Blownapart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A calendar's days are numbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of money is tainted: 'Taint yours, and 'taint mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boiled egg is hard to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a photographic memory which was never developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've seen one shopping center, you've seen a mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acupuncture: a jab well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-8747448899720632456?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8747448899720632456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8747448899720632456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/12/fun-for-lexophiles-lovers-of-words.html' title='fun for lexophiles (lovers of words)'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-5696264666574547446</id><published>2007-12-01T03:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:12.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>what I've learned from fairy tales...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R1EfgwboZRI/AAAAAAAAALs/FuEg99mzreo/s1600-R/Enchanted+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R1EfgwboZRI/AAAAAAAAALs/TCUBD2e0P2E/s200/Enchanted+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138923297423516946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disney's Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;. Amazing, amazing movie. Highly recommend it. But as I reflected on what I watched- this modern Fairy Tale- I couldn't help but think of some of the great life lessons I have learned from the Fairy Tales I heard as a child. I was reminded while I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/span&gt; of the valuable lessons these stories taught me and that they teach all children. Then I thought, "I should relay some of these timeless truths to my faithful&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; randomosity&lt;/span&gt; readers!" So, here in list format, I will tell you a few of the important things I've learned from Fairy Tales:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't eat apples that are too red to be true&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't buy shoes that are too big- you'll lose one&lt;/blockquote&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Never trust Stepmothers who wear all black&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-5696264666574547446?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5696264666574547446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5696264666574547446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-ive-learned-from-fairy-tales.html' title='what I&apos;ve learned from fairy tales...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/R1EfgwboZRI/AAAAAAAAALs/TCUBD2e0P2E/s72-c/Enchanted+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-695581503328433263</id><published>2007-11-12T16:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:12.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearls'/><title type='text'>"if I only had a brain..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RzjA8uLSk0I/AAAAAAAAALk/_RkgiOelJUQ/s1600-h/pearls+before+swine+11-11-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RzjA8uLSk0I/AAAAAAAAALk/_RkgiOelJUQ/s400/pearls+before+swine+11-11-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132063924808749890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AH! Pig's lost his mind! And look- it's Scrabble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-695581503328433263?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/695581503328433263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/695581503328433263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-i-only-had-brain.html' title='&quot;if I only had a brain...&quot;'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RzjA8uLSk0I/AAAAAAAAALk/_RkgiOelJUQ/s72-c/pearls+before+swine+11-11-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3893637307976940881</id><published>2007-10-28T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:12.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>"I want candy..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RyQRuOgeJrI/AAAAAAAAALc/Rat4VipKsk8/s1600-h/Dell.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RyQRuOgeJrI/AAAAAAAAALc/Rat4VipKsk8/s200/Dell.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126241761720411826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, whilst walking through the mall heading to the store I work at, I passed the Dell Kiosk (like I do every time I walk through the mall to work). I'm always distracted by the cool Dell computers and Flat Screen TV's they have on their Kiosk. I always look when I pass by. But today, I saw something there that was stinkin' hilarious. I literally laughed out loud as I walked by. People stared. Today, all the Dell workers were wearing Halloween t-shirts- orange with black lettering. The back of their shirts read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"No one wants an APPLE for Halloween"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is hilarious. That is such clever marketing. Think about it- kids &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;like getting apples, they want candy. But when Dell says "no one wants an Apple for Halloween" they are totally slamming Apple Computers. Very clever. Made me laugh. Out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3893637307976940881?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3893637307976940881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3893637307976940881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-candy.html' title='&quot;I want candy...&quot;'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RyQRuOgeJrI/AAAAAAAAALc/Rat4VipKsk8/s72-c/Dell.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-5704171249756893636</id><published>2007-10-24T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:12.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>crazy, man... crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rx_-3OgeJoI/AAAAAAAAALE/DNftU1G4PKg/s1600-h/straitjacket+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rx_-3OgeJoI/AAAAAAAAALE/DNftU1G4PKg/s400/straitjacket+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125095125711464066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"If you're happy and you know it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... clap your hands"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahaHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See, this is why I should never work at an Asylum or the Psych Ward at a hospital... these are the kinds of songs I would sing to the patients. Some may find that a tad bit cruel... I find it a tad bit hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-5704171249756893636?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5704171249756893636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5704171249756893636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/10/crazy-man-crazy.html' title='crazy, man... crazy'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rx_-3OgeJoI/AAAAAAAAALE/DNftU1G4PKg/s72-c/straitjacket+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-756417952615065328</id><published>2007-10-19T00:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:12.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>theJRT and the little red hoodie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RxgvnwYxJnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bn9JzjMoYT0/s1600-h/JRThoodie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RxgvnwYxJnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bn9JzjMoYT0/s200/JRThoodie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122896936184129138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To my faithful readers, I now give you the post you've been waiting for. This is the post in which I will update you regarding the past post, "&lt;a href="http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-encouragement.html"&gt;I need encouragement...&lt;/a&gt;" I've been faithful to the exercise and it has paid off! I still haven't quite reached my goal, but I'm excited about the results I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I shopped for a pair of jeans, I had to buy a smaller size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, I went shopping for a new zip-up hoodie sweatshirt. I wanted a red one. Red is my favorite color. I asked my friend if she could hold the jacket I wore into the store so that I could try on the red hoodie I found at the store. I tried the hoodie on and my friend asked "hm... do they have a smaller size you could try?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I chuckled and replied, "actually, no... this is a Size Small"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was/am so happy! My new Size Small red hoodie fits &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;nicely. It's not tight at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: the six-pack abs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-756417952615065328?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/756417952615065328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/756417952615065328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/10/thejrt-and-little-red-hoodie.html' title='theJRT and the little red hoodie'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RxgvnwYxJnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bn9JzjMoYT0/s72-c/JRThoodie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-2146682833568232347</id><published>2007-10-10T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:12.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>rehab may be necessary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rw17EwYxJlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/n_W0AwkvFpg/s1600-h/Coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rw17EwYxJlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/n_W0AwkvFpg/s200/Coke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119883673028601426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Coca-Cola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go to a store I have a hard time getting through the checkout lane without grabbing a 20oz. bottle of Coke from those handy little coolers so conveniently placed right in front of the cash registers. And when on sale, I stock up on 12 packs and 2 liters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a Coke addict...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-2146682833568232347?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2146682833568232347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2146682833568232347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/10/rehab-may-be-necessary.html' title='rehab may be necessary'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rw17EwYxJlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/n_W0AwkvFpg/s72-c/Coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-6223719135225985794</id><published>2007-10-04T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:13.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>goodbye to a good friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icescapes-ice.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RwVj5AYxJjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/m7OUM58D-oE/s400/IceScapes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117606382584014386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On October 6, my life may (temporarily) end. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IceScapes &lt;/span&gt;is closing for the season. I'm not sure how I can make it through the Winter without a single StratoScape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ever in Ypsilanti, MI (for reasons unknown), you cannot leave the area without trying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IceScapes. &lt;/span&gt;Trust me on this. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IceScapes &lt;/span&gt;makes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dairy Queen &lt;/span&gt;taste gross. There really is no comparing the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IceScapes &lt;/span&gt;logo to check out their website. Be prepared to drool over the tasty treats pictured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-6223719135225985794?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6223719135225985794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6223719135225985794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/10/goodbye-to-good-friend.html' title='goodbye to a good friend'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RwVj5AYxJjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/m7OUM58D-oE/s72-c/IceScapes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-221936109893890630</id><published>2007-09-26T21:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:13.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>it's not delivery... or is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RvsCkwYxJiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3NiWmykOL1Y/s1600-h/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RvsCkwYxJiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3NiWmykOL1Y/s200/pizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114684632296662562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like pizza... like, real pizza that is not frozen with do-it-yourself instructions printed on the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing against frozen pizzas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-221936109893890630?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/221936109893890630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/221936109893890630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-not-delivery-or-is-it.html' title='it&apos;s not delivery... or is it?'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RvsCkwYxJiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3NiWmykOL1Y/s72-c/pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-5287968076305836359</id><published>2007-09-22T11:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:13.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearls'/><title type='text'>my hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RvU0jAYxJhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-mgCRKUOMcY/s1600-h/pearls+before+swine+9-22-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RvU0jAYxJhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-mgCRKUOMcY/s400/pearls+before+swine+9-22-07.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113050727953016338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rat is my hero. I totally want to beat people with cucumbers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-5287968076305836359?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5287968076305836359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5287968076305836359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-hero.html' title='my hero'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RvU0jAYxJhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-mgCRKUOMcY/s72-c/pearls+before+swine+9-22-07.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-5750511716984090174</id><published>2007-09-19T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:13.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>ITLAPD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RvHJ0tOxzbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UPq6P2ZaEDw/s1600-h/Pirates+Only.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RvHJ0tOxzbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UPq6P2ZaEDw/s200/Pirates+Only.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112088959374183858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*singing* "yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrr, Matey. It be International Talk Like a Pirate Day today! Shiver me timbers. Avast, ye- grab your cutlass and a bottle o' (non-alcoholic) rum and weigh anchor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-5750511716984090174?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5750511716984090174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5750511716984090174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/09/itlapd.html' title='ITLAPD'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RvHJ0tOxzbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UPq6P2ZaEDw/s72-c/Pirates+Only.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-533696441098338503</id><published>2007-09-04T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:56:54.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>are you for serious?!</title><content type='html'>I've often wondered- if you say "just kidding" twice, does the second "just kidding" negate the first one, meaning you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;kidding and in fact are very serious? For example, let's say someone said this to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a complete idiot! Haha, just kidding... *rolls eyes* just kidding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I dunno... kinda sounds like they really think you're a complete idiot. If I were you, I wouldn't let them talk to me like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-533696441098338503?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/533696441098338503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/533696441098338503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/09/are-you-for-serious.html' title='are you for serious?!'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-7418854624962494705</id><published>2007-08-31T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:13.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>may or may not be a good secretary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RthhWaaPcxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-TAyH6MIZmg/s1600-h/Uhaul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RthhWaaPcxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-TAyH6MIZmg/s200/Uhaul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104937215298859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, I've had the privilege of taking messages for Julia. Who's Julia, you ask? I honestly don't know. And why am I taking messages for her? Um... I don't really know the answer to that either. Perhaps she thought I would make a great secretary. Not sure why- I have no way of passing these messages along to her. And you'd think you'd want your secretary to give you the messages they take for you. Anyway... I suppose I should explain. You see, I've been getting voice mail messages on my phone from U-Haul for someone named Julia. The first call was to let me know that they had the truck she reserved and needed to get ahold of her. I thought this was strange, being that my name is definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;Julia and I most definitely did not reserve a U-Haul truck. I decided to ignore the call. Two days later, however, I received another voice mail message from U-Haul saying that the truck Julia rented had mysteriously returned to their lot, but the keys to this truck had not returned. (Basically, Julia stole the keys). Again, they said they needed to get ahold of Julia. Again, I ignored the call. This time, slightly laughing. I don't know who Julia is, or why she gave U-Haul my cell phone number, but taking messages for Julia has been entertaining. Poor U-Haul, they probably think Julia is a jerk who steals keys and runs away and never returns phone calls... but I just didn't have the heart to call them and set the story straight. *mischievous laugh* (I'm such a jerk... and definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;a good secretary).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-7418854624962494705?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7418854624962494705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7418854624962494705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/08/may-or-may-not-be-good-secretary.html' title='may or may not be a good secretary'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RthhWaaPcxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-TAyH6MIZmg/s72-c/Uhaul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-8603097408570345354</id><published>2007-08-26T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:14.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid lawsuit'/><title type='text'>flaming tarts of doom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RtHPTKaPcwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B6z7UcmelgI/s1600-h/Pop+Tarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RtHPTKaPcwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B6z7UcmelgI/s200/Pop+Tarts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103087780906365698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always thought the purpose of ridiculous warning labels was to protect companies from stupid lawsuits. I guess that doesn't always work. Since most people never read the warnings, they apparently decide to blame the companies for not making the print larger or something. Perish the thought they take the blame for their own stupidity or their inability to read clear warnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What We Need Is A Little Tart Reform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Parents beware! It looks like those Pop Tarts you’ve been feeding your children for breakfast are dangerous and highly flammable—or at least that is what a lawyer and his cry baby clientèle would lead us to believe. The flaming pop tart incident involves a New Jersey couple who are suing the Kellogg Company (maker of the Pop Tart) and the Black and Decker Company (maker of the toaster) for a cool hundred grand in damages to their scorched home, which burned down when the wife popped a pastry in the toaster and left home to take the children to school. Hoping to return home to a warm tart, the lady returned to a tart warming the house – since the house was on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the warning on the Pop Tart box “not to leave the toaster appliance unattended due to possible risk of fire” (do we really need warnings like this?), the claimant did – and now wants these two deep pocketed companies to pay up. The lawyer bringing the case is quoted as saying, “I never thought a Pop Tart could turn into a blowtorch.” Good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the legal stiffs on Kellogg’s payroll should affix a warning to each box of Pop Tarts that reads as follows: “Hey, all of you knuckle heads out there, listen up! Don’t leave the house while you’re toasting the tart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like this lawsuit is like most of them out there – it’s all about the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Philadelphia Inquirer – July 28, 2001&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-8603097408570345354?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8603097408570345354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8603097408570345354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/08/flaming-tarts-of-doom.html' title='flaming tarts of doom'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RtHPTKaPcwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B6z7UcmelgI/s72-c/Pop+Tarts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3709634517781371351</id><published>2007-08-18T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:14.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>a celebration throughout OZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rsd4jaaPcvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/p6x6mwbS46o/s1600-h/Wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rsd4jaaPcvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/p6x6mwbS46o/s200/Wicked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100177652800516850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to be wicked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see &lt;/span&gt;Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone buy me tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3709634517781371351?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3709634517781371351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3709634517781371351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/08/celebration-throughout-oz.html' title='a celebration throughout OZ'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rsd4jaaPcvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/p6x6mwbS46o/s72-c/Wicked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-5471199750217206843</id><published>2007-07-31T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:59:40.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>missing footwear update</title><content type='html'>UPDATE: Rejoice! for the Prodigal Flip-Flop has returned! (and I still don't know where the glove is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-5471199750217206843?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5471199750217206843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5471199750217206843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/07/missing-footwear-update.html' title='missing footwear update'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-2715097410305188506</id><published>2007-07-31T19:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:14.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>missing footwear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rq_KdDdD31I/AAAAAAAAAJk/LjcArfeoU9M/s1600-h/black+flip-flop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rq_KdDdD31I/AAAAAAAAAJk/LjcArfeoU9M/s200/black+flip-flop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093512304071532370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe this only happens to me (and most likely that is the case), but I wanted to wear my black flip-flops today and I have not worn them at all yet this Summer. So I open the closet to get them; however, there was only one flip-flop in the closet! And what's so strange about that, you ask? Well, there may have been only one flip-flop, but it was not alone. You see, there was a single Winter glove with my single Summer flip-flop! How does this even happen? There was no sign of the missing flip-flop nor the missing glove in the closet either. Gloves and flip-flops don't generally go well together. So... if anyone has any idea where my missing footwear could be, please let me know. I don't really care about the glove...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-2715097410305188506?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2715097410305188506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2715097410305188506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/07/missing-footwear.html' title='missing footwear'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rq_KdDdD31I/AAAAAAAAAJk/LjcArfeoU9M/s72-c/black+flip-flop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-1690594009951384188</id><published>2007-07-27T18:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:14.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>nursery rhyme not fit for children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rqp12TdD30I/AAAAAAAAAJc/7Ha_jWoCIXo/s1600-h/Mother+Goose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rqp12TdD30I/AAAAAAAAAJc/7Ha_jWoCIXo/s200/Mother+Goose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092011904491315010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wee Willy Winkie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wee Willy Winkie runs through the town,&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown;&lt;br /&gt;Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,&lt;br /&gt;“Are the children in their beds?&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s eight o’clock.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if Mother Goose was really fit to be a mother. I'm sorry, but this nursery rhyme used to creep me out- not gonna lie. Why is Wee Willy Winkie running around in, essentially, nothing but his underwear? PJs are not for public viewing! I mean, for serious- who does this?!?! Not to mention the fact that he's running around spying on little children. This just screams "pedophile." Wee Willy Winkie should be in prison, not running "through the town... in his nightgown!" This is definitely one of those Nursery Rhymes that should never be told to impressionable youth. Scars them for life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-1690594009951384188?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1690594009951384188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1690594009951384188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/07/nursery-rhyme-not-fit-for-children.html' title='nursery rhyme not fit for children'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rqp12TdD30I/AAAAAAAAAJc/7Ha_jWoCIXo/s72-c/Mother+Goose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-7913160372307919371</id><published>2007-07-21T20:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:14.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearls'/><title type='text'>I'd wave goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RqKjLTdD3zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0NgCxon5Tsw/s1600-h/pearls+before+swine+7-21-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RqKjLTdD3zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0NgCxon5Tsw/s400/pearls+before+swine+7-21-07.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089809943478132530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pearls Before Swine &lt;/span&gt;always makes me laugh. And, uh... sorry friends, but if I saw a lion dragging you off to your death, I'd just stand there waving goodbye too. No offense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-7913160372307919371?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7913160372307919371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7913160372307919371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/07/id-wave-goodbye.html' title='I&apos;d wave goodbye'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RqKjLTdD3zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0NgCxon5Tsw/s72-c/pearls+before+swine+7-21-07.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-4554850833114511881</id><published>2007-07-13T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:15.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>donor found; transplant successful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RpcaiQd1EqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2pzR5KiZ0UA/s1600-h/Hard+drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RpcaiQd1EqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2pzR5KiZ0UA/s200/Hard+drive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086563479976219298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, folks- a donor was found! The brain transplant surgery took place last night. The surgical team did run into some unexpected complications. Who knew you had to perform open heart surgery in order to replace the brain? Well... technically, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;need to pry open the chest of the patient, but we decided to do that anyway. (Mainly because we didn't really know what we were doing). Luckily, nothing went horribly wrong. It just took us about two hours to realize there was a much easier way to replace the brain... like, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;way. But in the end- the surgery was a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JRTnotebook Jr. was born last night! My laptop, which has been dead for the past 8 months, is now ALIVE!! (and btw, I'm posting this very post from my newly reborn laptop!) YAY! JRTnotebook Jr. is still in the recovery stages. A few more minor surgeries need to be performed to bring it back to it's former glory, but hey- at least it's ALIVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-4554850833114511881?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4554850833114511881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4554850833114511881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/07/donor-found-transplant-successful.html' title='donor found; transplant successful'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RpcaiQd1EqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2pzR5KiZ0UA/s72-c/Hard+drive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-2046357305077250545</id><published>2007-07-07T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:48:49.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy news'/><title type='text'>blinded by love...</title><content type='html'>My friend just sent me this article and all I can say is, "wow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blinded by love, man stabbed in eye by girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thu Jul  5, 10:25 AM ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONG KONG (Reuters) -  A Hong Kong woman who blinded her boyfriend in one eye in a fight six years ago has been jailed for jabbing a chopstick into his other eye, a newspaper reported on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last November, Po Shiu-fong, 58, accused long-time boyfriend Kwok Wai-ming, 49, of having an affair, the South China Morning Post reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the row, Po stabbed a plastic chopstick into his left eye, which she had already blinded six years ago when she poked it with her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Po became hysterical when she saw the wound and mopped it with a towel. The pair then went to bed," the paper said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The next morning they had another argument in which she grabbed a chopstick and stabbed Kwok's right eye," it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, he sought medical treatment and filed a police report against Po, whom he had dated since 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper said he didn't report the attack six years ago, telling the court his silence was "a love sacrifice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwok lost 10 to 20 percent vision in his right eye, the paper said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po was jailed for six months on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I forgive her, God would not forgive me," the paper quoted Kwok as saying. "No matter what, nothing could compensate for the loss of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-2046357305077250545?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2046357305077250545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2046357305077250545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/07/blinded-by-love.html' title='blinded by love...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3951234895975389319</id><published>2007-06-29T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:15.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>learn to be lonely - andrew lloyd weber (music), charles hart (lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RoVmzUAbQOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CQzY1hfkXA4/s1600-h/phantom+songbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RoVmzUAbQOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CQzY1hfkXA4/s320/phantom+songbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081580786287329506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child of the wilderness,&lt;br /&gt;born into emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;learn to be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;learn to find your way in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will be there for you?&lt;br /&gt;comfort and care for you?&lt;br /&gt;learn to be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;learn to be your one companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never dream that out in the world&lt;br /&gt;there are arms to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;you've always known&lt;br /&gt;your heart was on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so laugh in your loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;child of the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;learn to be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;learn how to love life that is lived alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;life can be lived,&lt;br /&gt;life can be loved&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;© Copyright 2004 Andrew Lloyd Webber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is beautifully depressing. It makes me sad and happy at the same time. I don't know if I've ever heard such a beautiful expression of emotion before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3951234895975389319?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3951234895975389319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3951234895975389319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/06/learn-to-be-lonely-andrew-lloyd-weber.html' title='learn to be lonely - andrew lloyd weber (music), charles hart (lyrics)'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RoVmzUAbQOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CQzY1hfkXA4/s72-c/phantom+songbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-4138240783160234008</id><published>2007-06-17T21:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:15.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Google goes places...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RnXlDxsXliI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cAPCLvyta08/s1600-h/google.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RnXlDxsXliI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cAPCLvyta08/s200/google.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077216007971903010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend of mine posted a MySpace bulletin and the general gist  of the bulletin was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Go to Google and type in your first name and then type "goes". &amp; don't cheat by looking for the one you like best; just take the first link Google gives you.&lt;br /&gt;Then, add your name to the list and repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Raven goes berrypicking.&lt;br /&gt;2. Juan goes to san juan.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eden goes live!&lt;br /&gt;4. Kaela goes SLEDDING!&lt;br /&gt;5. Stephanie goes wireless&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And the list went on, down to number 80! Anyway- I was bored (what's new?) so I decided to give it a try. Went to Google, typed "Jesse goes," and here was the result I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jesse Goes to Rehab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-4138240783160234008?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4138240783160234008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4138240783160234008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/06/google-goes-places.html' title='Google goes places...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RnXlDxsXliI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cAPCLvyta08/s72-c/google.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-6086518802821552797</id><published>2007-06-09T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:15.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>pomp &amp; circumstance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RmtyWRsXlhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tTcjoB00y2k/s1600-h/SLHS+Grad+pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RmtyWRsXlhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tTcjoB00y2k/s320/SLHS+Grad+pic+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074275132195182098" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight, I went to a High School graduation. And like most commencement ceremonies, this one was full of "pomp &amp;amp; circumstance." My parents and I were in the "nose-bleed" section... kinda reminded me of watching an ant farm, only these ants were wearing caps and gowns, and they didn't really look like ants at all (well, ok- some of them did, but not most). Well, to those of you who graduated (and you know who you are)- congrats. And I hope you didn't lose your cap when you threw it. 'Cause that'd stink. You totally earned that fabric-covered cardboard hat and the dangling tassel attached to it! Congratulations again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-6086518802821552797?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6086518802821552797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6086518802821552797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/06/pomp-circumstance.html' title='pomp &amp; circumstance'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RmtyWRsXlhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tTcjoB00y2k/s72-c/SLHS+Grad+pic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-6483799515453068444</id><published>2007-06-08T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:16.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>don't practice- just do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RmmsORsXlgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KA-XcgVbcO8/s1600-h/Frosty_Spider_Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RmmsORsXlgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KA-XcgVbcO8/s200/Frosty_Spider_Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073775816477218306" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" size="4"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Oh what a tangled web we weave,&lt;br /&gt;When first we practice to deceive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sir Walter Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'K, ever notice that in this famous quote, our webs are tangled when we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;practice &lt;/span&gt;to deceive? Maybe if we didn't practice, it wouldn't be so bad. 'Cause, well... lying comes naturally so if we stop practicing we'll be better at it! Am I the only one who thinks this makes sense? No practice = nicer, less-tangled webs. Besides, who really likes practicing anyway- too much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;* And if you can't tell that I'm being completely sarcastic, you do not know me very well and you should be ashamed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-6483799515453068444?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6483799515453068444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6483799515453068444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-practice-just-do-it.html' title='don&apos;t practice- just do it'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RmmsORsXlgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KA-XcgVbcO8/s72-c/Frosty_Spider_Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-7885087452414326321</id><published>2007-06-01T21:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:16.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>he will be missed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RmLvPOlTh1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/zTC17Jp8vNw/s1600-h/JRTnotebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RmLvPOlTh1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/zTC17Jp8vNw/s200/JRTnotebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071879175264241490" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who didn't know... JRTnotebook (my laptop) was in a coma for six months. I've been using my parents' ancient desktop PC. Recently, JRTnotebook went in for major surgery... and... and he didn't make it. Dr. Andy did everything he could... there was just nothing more that could be done. *sobs* JRTnotebook is no longer in a coma... he is now brain-dead. Fortunately there are still traces of life left in him and with a brain transplant (and by that I mean a new hard drive) it is possible he may live again. Although his memory will never recover, I will always remember the good times we had. My hope is that he can receive his brain transplant soon. We have a lot of catching up to do. I miss him greatly. He passed away at such a young age. Too young. It's so hard to say goodbye. But... it's not really "goodbye," is it? We'll be together again, soon. Until then... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I love you, buddy. And I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JRTnotebook;&lt;/font&gt; 2004 - May 27, 2007&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-7885087452414326321?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7885087452414326321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7885087452414326321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-will-be-missed.html' title='he will be missed...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RmLvPOlTh1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/zTC17Jp8vNw/s72-c/JRTnotebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-7555331698100446071</id><published>2007-05-31T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:16.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>I need encouragement...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rl8-celThyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fc0HlTXHTIo/s1600-h/kid_treadmill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rl8-celThyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fc0HlTXHTIo/s200/kid_treadmill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070840364409259810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm trying to get skinny again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, believe it or not, there was a time when I was skinny. And although I don't think I'm obese or even really fat now, I'm sick of hearing things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're not fat, just... pudgy" or&lt;br /&gt;"you may have a little 'extra padding,' but I wouldn't say you're fat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(seriously folks- is that supposed to be encouraging?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided to start running on the treadmill (or at least power-walking/jogging) every night. And maybe add some other things like sit-ups to target my non-existent "abs" area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yah... when you see me- feel free to ask me if I've been keeping up on things. Sometimes I need outside motivation like that... an "accountabilibuddy," if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Please note, this is not an actual image of me on the treadmill. My treadmill is black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-7555331698100446071?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7555331698100446071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7555331698100446071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-encouragement.html' title='I need encouragement...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rl8-celThyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fc0HlTXHTIo/s72-c/kid_treadmill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-8253844630170894370</id><published>2007-05-27T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:16.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>dot's poetry corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RlnFIOlThxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HcFsUz1Luiw/s1600-h/Animaniacs20Title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RlnFIOlThxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HcFsUz1Luiw/s200/Animaniacs20Title.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069299600726394642" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animaniacs? &lt;/span&gt;What a fantastic cartoon! It was so ADD-friendly. And just plain hilarious! I wonder if anyone has ever or will ever create a better animated television series...? It's doubtful. (And yes, faithful readers- I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;it's not a Disney cartoon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animaniacs &lt;/span&gt;was a short segment called "Dot's Poetry Corner," where the Warner Brothers' sister Dot would come out and recite poetry. They all started out sounding like familiar nursery rhymes and such... but they always took an unexpected turn for the hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will share two of my favorites from "Dot's Poetry Corner:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LITTLE MISS MUFFET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a big tuffet she had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're feeling insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stand next to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you won't feel quite so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ODE TO JACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jack be nimble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack be quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack jumped over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candlestick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And burned his butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-8253844630170894370?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8253844630170894370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8253844630170894370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/05/dots-poetry-corner.html' title='dot&apos;s poetry corner'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RlnFIOlThxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HcFsUz1Luiw/s72-c/Animaniacs20Title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-1291216038123792167</id><published>2007-05-25T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:17.034-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>almost speechless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RldWO-lThwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PTEHbxyUwbU/s1600-h/worldsendposter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RldWO-lThwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PTEHbxyUwbU/s320/worldsendposter1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068614720946407170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to see the real ending, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;stay through the credits. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-1291216038123792167?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1291216038123792167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1291216038123792167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/05/almost-speechless.html' title='almost speechless...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RldWO-lThwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PTEHbxyUwbU/s72-c/worldsendposter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-5907384718659641375</id><published>2007-05-23T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:17.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>my reason for going to ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RlPA--lThvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qCclLXOKY_I/s1600-h/Trae+as+a+Grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RlPA--lThvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qCclLXOKY_I/s200/Trae+as+a+Grad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067606193905829618" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I usually avoid Ohio. Not that it's a horrible state... I just prefer not to go there. However, this weekend I made a trip to Ohio. Why, you ask? I asked myself that same question. Over and over. And then I remembered why I was willingly going to that state that is in most cases worthy of avoidance- my best friend was graduating from college! (Unfortunately, she went to college in Ohio despite our desperate attempts to talk her out of it). I was so proud of her! She looked all grown up in her cap and gown. We had tons of fun! More fun than I would've ever thought possible in Ohio. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Ohio isn't so bad. Hm... or maybe not. Maybe my friend just needs to move back to Michigan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-5907384718659641375?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5907384718659641375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5907384718659641375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-reason-for-going-to-ohio.html' title='my reason for going to ohio'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RlPA--lThvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qCclLXOKY_I/s72-c/Trae+as+a+Grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-5855034139980991587</id><published>2007-05-12T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:17.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'd like to buy a vowel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RkVqIw6pgcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bfa280VKUP0/s1600-h/wheel+of+fortune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RkVqIw6pgcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bfa280VKUP0/s400/wheel+of+fortune.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063570054850380226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I were ever on the TV game show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wheel of Fortune, &lt;/span&gt;and I had to buy a vowel- I would buy a "Y." The letter "Y" has to be the most depressed letter in the alphabet. Think about it- it's only "sometimes" a vowel, which means it's only "sometimes" a consonant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you ever find it odd when you were a child, learning your alphabet why the vowels were "A E I O and U... and sometimes Y?" That always puzzled me. What was it about "Y" that made him so unwanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor "Y," never really accepted by the Vowels... never really accepted by the Consonants. Just left alone... unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why if I were ever on the TV game show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wheel of Fortune, &lt;/span&gt;and I had to buy a vowel- I would buy a "Y."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-5855034139980991587?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5855034139980991587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/5855034139980991587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/05/id-like-to-buy-vowel.html' title='I&apos;d like to buy a vowel'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RkVqIw6pgcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bfa280VKUP0/s72-c/wheel+of+fortune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3323691553649061906</id><published>2007-05-09T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:09:22.277-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy news'/><title type='text'>then along came a spider, who sat down... inside him?</title><content type='html'>Today I received a very interesting piece of news from my friend Bridget (who is mentioned in my April 05, 2007 post as being the one who emails me bizarre news clippings). I honestly don't know what to say about this article... it's kinda creepy. And yet, strangely cool. And ironically, the kid's name is Jesse. But enough of my ramblings- read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ALBANY, Ore. - These guys weren't exactly Snap, Crackle and Pop. What began as a faint popping in a 9-year-old boy's ear — "like Rice Krispies" — ended up as an earache, and the doctor's diagnosis was that a pair of spiders made a home in the ear.&lt;br /&gt;"They were walking on my eardrums," Jesse Courtney said.&lt;br /&gt;One of the spiders was still alive after the doctor flushed the fourth-grader's left ear canal. His mother, Diane Courtney, said her son insisted he kept hearing a faint popping in his ear — "like Rice Krispies." Dr. David Irvine said it looked like the boy had something in his ear when he examined him. When he irrigated the ear, the first spider came out, dead. The other spider took a second dousing before it emerged, still alive. Both were about the size of a pencil eraser. Jesse was given the spiders — now both dead — as a souvenir.  He has taken them to school and his mother has taken them to work. "It was real interesting, 'cause, two spiders in my ear — what next?" Jesse said.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3323691553649061906?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3323691553649061906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3323691553649061906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/05/along-came-spider-who-sat-down-inside.html' title='then along came a spider, who sat down... inside him?'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-4680535059143370178</id><published>2007-05-03T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:18.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>why hate? choose love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RjqKHQ6pgbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/z8KM1N5yn0k/s1600-h/Dandelions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RjqKHQ6pgbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/z8KM1N5yn0k/s400/Dandelions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060508988708848050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Why do people hate dandelions so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're pretty weeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-4680535059143370178?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4680535059143370178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4680535059143370178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-hate-choose-love.html' title='why hate? choose love!'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RjqKHQ6pgbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/z8KM1N5yn0k/s72-c/Dandelions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-8949564317097522763</id><published>2007-05-01T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:18.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>"looking for love..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rjfsgg6pgaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2AmWuvotPN0/s1600-h/no+passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rjfsgg6pgaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2AmWuvotPN0/s200/no+passion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059772749709935010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever wonder why some people crave chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do some online research (I suppose you could call it "eSearch") and looked up "chocolate" on &lt;a href="http://wikipedia.org/"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. According to a study, "[chocolate] produced an increase in brain activity and heart rate that was more intense than that associated with passionate kissing, and also lasted four times as long after the activity had ended."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally, I went to the store in search of passionate kisses (and by that, I mean chocolate). To my dismay, the store was sold out of my favorite little chocolates... so I had to settle for something a little less passionate. But it was still a happy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-8949564317097522763?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8949564317097522763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8949564317097522763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/05/looking-for-love.html' title='&quot;looking for love...&quot;'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rjfsgg6pgaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2AmWuvotPN0/s72-c/no+passion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3602601340009328346</id><published>2007-04-13T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:19.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>emoticons: the play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was bored, so I wrote a play using my Instant Messenger Smileys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8Vm-j9yNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/F_Z5yg-us_k/s1600-h/Embarrassed+Smileys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8Vm-j9yNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/F_Z5yg-us_k/s400/Embarrassed+Smileys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052781066306046162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Look at me. I'm terribly embarrassed and my cheeks are turning red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8Vvuj9yOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eli3-xKMI1s/s1600-h/Crying+Smileys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8Vvuj9yOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eli3-xKMI1s/s400/Crying+Smileys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052781216629901538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm sad for you, Embarrassed Smiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8V5Oj9yPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jErp-p1rT0o/s1600-h/Angry+Smileys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8V5Oj9yPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jErp-p1rT0o/s400/Angry+Smileys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052781379838658802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;STOP CRYING BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8WR-j9yQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l3wpxGkQ-cc/s1600-h/Shocked+Smileys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8WR-j9yQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l3wpxGkQ-cc/s400/Shocked+Smileys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052781805040421122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I can't believe how mean you are, Angry Smiley! That's not nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8Wd-j9yRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BsVRmHiJz7k/s1600-h/Kissing+Smileys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8Wd-j9yRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BsVRmHiJz7k/s400/Kissing+Smileys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052782011198851346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yes, Angry Smiley, that was very harsh. I think you two should kiss and make up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8Wyuj9yTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9eptuSUbFZE/s1600-h/Angel+Smileys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8Wyuj9yTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9eptuSUbFZE/s400/Angel+Smileys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052782367681136946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Kissing is dirty, sinful, and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8WnOj9ySI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QNfUbTHzFNY/s1600-h/Foot+Smileys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8WnOj9ySI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QNfUbTHzFNY/s400/Foot+Smileys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052782170112641314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Holier-than-Thou Smiley, I wanna kick you in the mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8W-ej9yUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KJYeyB24bUI/s1600-h/Grinning+Smileys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8W-ej9yUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KJYeyB24bUI/s400/Grinning+Smileys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052782569544599874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yay! Happy ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3602601340009328346?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3602601340009328346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3602601340009328346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/04/emoticons-play.html' title='emoticons: the play'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8Vm-j9yNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/F_Z5yg-us_k/s72-c/Embarrassed+Smileys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-6664249598116928434</id><published>2007-04-11T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:52:47.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>it's official...</title><content type='html'>I took an online quiz, and it's official: I am a music nerd. (Yah, like you're all shocked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Musician&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 90%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Doo doo de doo waaaa doo de doo! (&lt;-- That's you playing something.) Everyone appreciates the band/orchestra geeks and the pretty voices. Whether you sing in the choir, participate in a school/local band, or sit at home writing music, you contribute a joy to society that everyone can agree on. Yay! Welcome to actually doing something for poor, pathetic human souls. (Just kidding.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Drama Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 69%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Literature Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 43%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Artistic Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 36%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Gamer/Computer Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 18%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Anime Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 14%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Science/Math Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Social Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_be_your_nerd_type"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quizzes for MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-6664249598116928434?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6664249598116928434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6664249598116928434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-official.html' title='it&apos;s official...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-7139436451021222241</id><published>2007-04-05T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:18:43.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy news'/><title type='text'>love your pet, but...</title><content type='html'>My good friend from college, Bridget, has an incredible knack for finding the most bizarre news articles. We pondered over many newspaper clippings in our time at school. We read some strange things- things that made us laugh, cry laughing, laugh even harder, and even question people's sanity (as we laughed at them). Well, thanks to email, this tradition that began in college can continue today. Here is a recent news article Bridget emailed me that actually left me speechless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div&gt;HYDERABAD, India (Reuters) - Unable to come to terms with the death of their pet dog, an elderly couple in southern India committed suicide by hanging themselves, police said on Monday. The bodies of 67-year-old retired soldier C.N. Madanraj and his wife, Tarabai, 63, were found on Sunday in their home in a suburb of Hyderabad. Police said the childless couple had held a burial ceremony for their dog of 13 years, called "Puppy," and hosted a feast for friends before hanging themselves in their bedroom. "The couple described the grief over their pet dog in the suicide note they left on March 29," said police inspector V. Anantaiah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-7139436451021222241?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7139436451021222241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7139436451021222241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-your-pet-but.html' title='love your pet, but...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-2014163833860226673</id><published>2007-04-02T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:20.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearls'/><title type='text'>am I a pig?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RhCH0Ov37kI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VoIKCyLkLV8/s1600-h/pearls+before+swine+4-1-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RhCH0Ov37kI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VoIKCyLkLV8/s400/pearls+before+swine+4-1-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048684513664167490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my own sad reality... in a comic strip. I laughed while wiping the tears away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-2014163833860226673?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2014163833860226673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2014163833860226673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-i-pig.html' title='am I a pig?'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RhCH0Ov37kI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VoIKCyLkLV8/s72-c/pearls+before+swine+4-1-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-8853001412475998053</id><published>2007-03-30T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:56:12.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>they can't speak it, we can't either</title><content type='html'>You know how Americans complain that immigrants do not know how to speak English? Well, okay- this is just a random thought, but... how come we expect them to learn a language we can't even use properly? I mean, so many Americans are ignorant when it comes to understanding English grammar. To me, it's funny to hear some redneck saying things like "I can't understand nothin' they say 'cause they don't speak no English." Cracks me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-8853001412475998053?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8853001412475998053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/8853001412475998053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/03/they-cant-speak-it-we-cant-either.html' title='they can&apos;t speak it, we can&apos;t either'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-4951699314363855871</id><published>2007-03-27T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:20.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>myspace is evil</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my email account is through AOL so when I sign on to my Instant Messenger, AIM lets me know if I have any new emails. Occasionally it will pop-up and a say "You have 1 new email message(s)," or something of that sorts. Well, I logged in today and the pop-up said I had 55 new emails! I'm like "what?!?!" So I check my email, and I have 55 messages from MySpace, 50 of them were friend requests, all of them were total SPAM! MySpace is evil!! I called my friend to tell her about it and she's all like "are you sure you're not exaggerating, 'cause you do that." And I'm all like "no- for serious this time! I have 55 spammy emails from MySpace!" So here is a screen shot for proof (notice in upper right, it says 55 messages Page 1 of 3):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rgl7gWhmqWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MDeRdus4Jxw/s1600-h/email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rgl7gWhmqWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MDeRdus4Jxw/s320/email.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046700653177907554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-4951699314363855871?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4951699314363855871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4951699314363855871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/03/myspace-is-evil.html' title='myspace is evil'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rgl7gWhmqWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MDeRdus4Jxw/s72-c/email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3368071178736851179</id><published>2007-03-26T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:20.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearls'/><title type='text'>going where the stars go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RghFaWhmqUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7mmS6SCLxLg/s1600-h/pearls+before+swine+3-26-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RghFaWhmqUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7mmS6SCLxLg/s400/pearls+before+swine+3-26-07.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046359701494081858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone else notice the odd trend of checking into rehab? It seems every week another celebrity or two checks themselves into a rehab clinic. I'm beginning to wonder if these stars really want help or if they're just going to rehab 'cause it's the "thing to do" nowadays. Anyway, this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pearls &lt;/span&gt;made me chuckle. I have to agree with Pig, excessive drinking is a silly requirement for a vacation getaway. Why not try &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; drinking and enjoy a better vacation at Disney World?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3368071178736851179?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3368071178736851179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3368071178736851179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/03/going-where-stars-go.html' title='going where the stars go'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RghFaWhmqUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7mmS6SCLxLg/s72-c/pearls+before+swine+3-26-07.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-501849317130172227</id><published>2007-03-23T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:22.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>funny bumpers</title><content type='html'>here are ten bumper stickers that I found to be quite humorous. you don't have to laugh at them if you don't want to. I already laughed at them a lot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkTe-4t4I/AAAAAAAAACs/79LtROUdTT8/s1600-h/bumper+sticker+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkTe-4t4I/AAAAAAAAACs/79LtROUdTT8/s400/bumper+sticker+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045267768458917762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkTe-4t5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bhnDXFqywws/s1600-h/bumper+sticker+3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkTe-4t5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bhnDXFqywws/s400/bumper+sticker+3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045267768458917778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkTu-4t8I/AAAAAAAAADM/fOqoj49LNmA/s1600-h/bumper+sticker+6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkTu-4t8I/AAAAAAAAADM/fOqoj49LNmA/s400/bumper+sticker+6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045267772753885122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkTu-4t7I/AAAAAAAAADE/1wcHuInjqVs/s1600-h/bumper+sticker+5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkTu-4t7I/AAAAAAAAADE/1wcHuInjqVs/s400/bumper+sticker+5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045267772753885106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkTe-4t6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/xnDbJnpY9XQ/s1600-h/bumper+sticker+4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkTe-4t6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/xnDbJnpY9XQ/s400/bumper+sticker+4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045267768458917794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkrO-4t9I/AAAAAAAAADU/DgrSEZtr2kY/s1600-h/bumper+sticker+7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkrO-4t9I/AAAAAAAAADU/DgrSEZtr2kY/s400/bumper+sticker+7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045268176480810962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkre-4t-I/AAAAAAAAADc/wR5dKvusFiY/s1600-h/bumper+sticker+8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkre-4t-I/AAAAAAAAADc/wR5dKvusFiY/s400/bumper+sticker+8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045268180775778274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkre-4t_I/AAAAAAAAADk/WKxMpJ_ZJHo/s1600-h/bumper+sticker+9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkre-4t_I/AAAAAAAAADk/WKxMpJ_ZJHo/s400/bumper+sticker+9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045268180775778290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRj9--4t3I/AAAAAAAAACk/3HtxRqSXnAM/s1600-h/bumper+sticker+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRj9--4t3I/AAAAAAAAACk/3HtxRqSXnAM/s400/bumper+sticker+1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045267399091730290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkru-4uAI/AAAAAAAAADs/NYDO3Atz8Ak/s1600-h/bumper+sticker+10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkru-4uAI/AAAAAAAAADs/NYDO3Atz8Ak/s400/bumper+sticker+10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045268185070745602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-501849317130172227?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/501849317130172227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/501849317130172227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/03/funny-bumpers.html' title='funny bumpers'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RgRkTe-4t4I/AAAAAAAAACs/79LtROUdTT8/s72-c/bumper+sticker+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-2244924662023137894</id><published>2007-03-20T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T01:10:59.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>At World's End trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="600" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/pirates/atworldsend/pirates3.swf?eclipid=b10000"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/pirates/atworldsend/pirates3.swf?eclipid=b10000" width="600" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-2244924662023137894?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2244924662023137894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2244924662023137894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-worlds-end-trailer.html' title='At World&apos;s End trailer'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-4689108435153646361</id><published>2007-03-12T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:22.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8zX-j9yWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LAHNXe1mFCU/s1600-h/Reeses+name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8zX-j9yWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LAHNXe1mFCU/s400/Reeses+name.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052813793956841826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! It's my name in Reese's Pieces. Can you tell I was bored?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-4689108435153646361?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4689108435153646361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4689108435153646361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8zX-j9yWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LAHNXe1mFCU/s72-c/Reeses+name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-6445901236309741560</id><published>2007-02-27T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:22.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>a sick, twisted, evil person... who's not me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/ReSTrNVv-xI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XRdkDK0aRgM/s1600-h/infant+pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/ReSTrNVv-xI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XRdkDK0aRgM/s200/infant+pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036312653831600914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is it that pants made for infants have all those nice easy-to-undo snaps all along the legs for easy access diaper changing (when they can't even do it themselves) and yet toddler pants (pants fitting children who are potty training and should be able to do it themselves) have like 5 buttons, 3 super-hard-to-undo snaps, 2 clasps, and a pad lock?!?! For serious- what sick, twisted, evil person thought it would be fun to watch those poor children run around, jumping up and down, practically in tears yelling, "I GOTTA GO! HELP ME! HELP ME!" It's just mean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-6445901236309741560?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6445901236309741560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6445901236309741560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/02/sick-twisted-evil-person-whos-not-me.html' title='a sick, twisted, evil person... who&apos;s not me'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/ReSTrNVv-xI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XRdkDK0aRgM/s72-c/infant+pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-6190785772791946852</id><published>2007-02-20T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:22.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road rage'/><title type='text'>daylight's curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RdtJ7tVv-wI/AAAAAAAAACA/9Gr8d9MO9CY/s1600-h/traffic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RdtJ7tVv-wI/AAAAAAAAACA/9Gr8d9MO9CY/s200/traffic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033698298648591106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is why I don't like traveling when normal people are awake! I went to Wisconsin this past weekend to visit friends, family, and what-not (not really sure who the "what-nots" are). I left Michigan Thursday night at around 10pm and arrived in Wisconsin circa 5:30am. I know, most of you are probably thinking, "Jesse, that's crazy!" Crazy as it may seem, the trip was wonderful- just me and a few scattered semis on the road. And the sun bothers me, I see better at night. Well, I returned to Michigan on Monday late morning/early afternoon-ish and what you see pictured on the left is what I had to deal with! I don't like other people on my road and in my way! The trip back was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;longer because there were too many people. And the sun bothers me. There was a van in front of me at one point in time whose rear end was smashed. The driver would drive a little and then randomly slam on the brakes! Thing is- the car in front of that van was practically a mile ahead! I was like, "Hmm... can't imagine why this van's rear end is smashed." (Previous sentence should be read with a great deal of sarcasm to reach desired effect). If ever I get another bright idea and decide to travel during daylight hours, please, someone hit me. Or I may just hit myself. Next time, I'm waiting for the normal people to go to sleep. The roads are safer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-6190785772791946852?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6190785772791946852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/6190785772791946852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/02/daylights-curse.html' title='daylight&apos;s curse'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RdtJ7tVv-wI/AAAAAAAAACA/9Gr8d9MO9CY/s72-c/traffic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-1735773608127836931</id><published>2007-02-07T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:23.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>how big are your pockets?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I work in a mall. And in random places in the mall, there are signs. Some advertise for stores, some for tv shows, some for movies... you know, the general things that profit from such marketing campaigns. While walking down the Lord &amp; Taylor wing of the mall, toward the store I wished to shop at, I saw this sign... and quite frankly, I still don't know what they are advertising. It is a rather random statement and doesn't make much sense, which is why I took a picture of it and decided to post it here on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity&lt;/span&gt;. Well, here is the picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8y7ej9yVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Bw7OEGqUG5s/s1600-h/hot+dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8y7ej9yVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Bw7OEGqUG5s/s320/hot+dogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052813304330570066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm guessing they're advertising for pants with large pockets? I dunno. But seriously- who puts packs of hot dogs in their pockets... and then forgets about them only to find them at a later time?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-1735773608127836931?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1735773608127836931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1735773608127836931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-big-are-your-pockets.html' title='how big are your pockets?'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Rh8y7ej9yVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Bw7OEGqUG5s/s72-c/hot+dogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-2068497315095407378</id><published>2007-01-26T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:47:52.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid lawsuit'/><title type='text'>game over, dude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been a while, so I decided to post a new "stupid lawsuit." This one is kinda sad, but I agree with the author of this article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've heard the stories where some poor schlub plays Dungeons and Dragons for weeks on end, then freaking out and imagining himself to be in a D&amp;D adventure, before he was finally committed to a mental institution. Nobody sued TSR, Inc., publisher of the D&amp;amp;D manuals -- don't ask me how I know that. I just do, okay?! -- because their kid didn't have a firm grip on reality. Nobody sued the friends of the whacko for criminal negligence just because their game-playing somehow caused his mental breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is a Louisiana woman suing Nintendo of America after her son had a deadly seizure? According to a story in the Baton Rouge (Louisiana) Advocate, Esther Walker of Livingston Parish is suing Nintendo, claiming that her son Benjamin Walker, 30, suffered a seizure that caused his death, because he played on his Nintendo 64 game system eight hours a day, six days a week, since he bought it. Walker purchased his Nintendo 64 in May 1999, and then bought 10 more games in the weeks that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Esther Walker's lawsuit, "Benji" Walker had six seizures as a result of the game. The sixth one happened on January 22, 2001. According to the lawsuit, ". . . Benjamin passed out, fell forward and hit his head and mouth on a table, which caused a severe closed head injury, loss of teeth, and moderate bleeding." Walker died in the hospital on January 26th, 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawsuit also says that Walker had his first seizure in September 1999, and had five subsequent seizures over the next 17 months while playing the games. Esther Walker claims that Nintendo produced a defective product, but failed to give any adequate warnings about the health risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should they have said? "WARNING: TABLES ARE HARD. DO NOT HIT YOUR HEAD ON THEM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about this: "WARNING: IF YOU SUFFER A SEIZURE AFTER PLAYING OUR GAME FOR 48 HOURS PER WEEK, MAYBE YOU SHOULD CUT BACK A LITTLE BIT, AND OH I DON'T KNOW, TAKE A WALK OUTSIDE OR SOMETHING? I MEAN, COME ON, YOU'RE PLAYING THE GAME LONGER THAN A REGULAR FULL-TIME JOB!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company has understandably denied any wrongdoing. And why shouldn't they? They're not like the tobacco companies who purposely made cigarettes addictive and then lied to the world about it for more than 60 years. Nintendo makes games for people to play. What is there to warn about? "WARNING: THERE IS A TENUOUS, NOT-YET-PROVEN LINK BETWEEN CERTAIN ELECTRONIC VIDEO IMAGES AND SEIZURES. SO DON'T PLAY THIS GAME. DON'T EVEN BUY IT. SURE, WE MAY GO OUT OF BUSINESS, BUT THAT'S OKAY. DON'T WORRY ABOUT US. WE'LL MANAGE SOMEHOW. WE CAN STAY WITH FRIENDS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sorry as I am for her loss, I can't believe that Esther Walker is somehow surprised by all of this. Let's look at her own statements. Benjamin Walker played his Nintendo 64 for eight hours a day, six days a week, for seventeen months! Of course the guy had seizures! Anybody who does something that much is bound to have some sort of problem. Whether it's morbid obesity owing to lack of exercise, an exploded bladder, or severe social awkwardness, if you sit in front of a TV for 48 hours per week, something will go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even work for eight hours a day, let alone all in a row. I usually spend two or three hours a day playing computer games or cruising the 'Net for pictures of Pamela Anderson (Note: if my boss is reading this, that last sentence is completely untrue. I only put it in there for comedic effect. I actually work 40 hours a week, non-stop. Did I say 40? I meant 60 hours a week.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes it worse is that Benjamin Walker continued to play even after he suffered his first seizure four months after he bought the game. Not only that, he continued on his eight-hours-a-day-six-days-a-week playing schedule, racking up another four seizures. The fifth one happened while he was playing again, and it just happened to be the one that did him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it make sense that if the family were able to establish a connection between the seizures and Walker's game playing, they would have stopped him from playing? One would expect him to think, "I seem to black out when I play. Maybe I should quit." But apparently this never occurred to him, or if it did, they chose to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the added bonus: Esther Walker is suing for unspecified damages for medical and funeral expenses, mental and emotional anguish, and the lost future earnings of her son. Medical and funeral expenses, I can understand. Mental and emotional anguish, no problem. But the "lost future earnings" of her video-game-playing-for-48-hours-per-week son? What kind of future earnings do you expect someone who plays that many hours to have? Grown men who spend that much time playing games don't have great career possibilities, let alone huge earning potentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you factor in the distinct possibility, although this is just a guess on my part, that Benjamin Walker did not have his own place (i.e. he lived in his mom's basement), the "future earnings" potential is pretty much in the toilet, unless someone finally starts paying video game geeks six-figure salaries for blasting bad guys and picking up magic coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should we feel bad for Esther Walker? Absolutely. Should we learn something about playing video games in moderation. You betcha. Is she entitled to untold millions of dollars because her son didn't quit playing the games that caused his first five seizures? Certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone should get any benefit out of this, it should be the new XBox game system and their latest advertising slogan: "Now, 64% Seizure Free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Erik Deckers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(published week of March 1st, 2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-2068497315095407378?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2068497315095407378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2068497315095407378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/01/game-over-dude.html' title='game over, dude.'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-2935177370506507419</id><published>2007-01-19T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:23.229-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>randomosity's one and 100th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RbEeuKhiWPI/AAAAAAAAABg/uhT5IMJNgzs/s1600-h/cake100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RbEeuKhiWPI/AAAAAAAAABg/uhT5IMJNgzs/s400/cake100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021828837942647026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the day! January 19, 2007- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity's &lt;/span&gt;First Birthday! Thank you all for coming to read my random, ADD-inspired life comments. I enjoy blogging and I'm glad you enjoy reading (even if you're most likely laughing at me instead of with me. I don't care- I can take it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is also the 100th post on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity! &lt;/span&gt;That means over this year, I've had 100 different things to tell you. Most of which were most likely pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made the switch to the New Blogger! I like it. It will make updating the site so much easier. And (though not complete yet), I intend to go back through the archives and add labels to each post. Which means you'll easily be able to find old posts that revolve around a certain topic (think of it as a topical index). Thank you all again for keeping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity &lt;/span&gt;alive for a whole year. Hopefully it will be around next year, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-2935177370506507419?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2935177370506507419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/2935177370506507419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/01/randomositys-one-and-100th.html' title='randomosity&apos;s one and 100th!'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RbEeuKhiWPI/AAAAAAAAABg/uhT5IMJNgzs/s72-c/cake100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-1277291551854282534</id><published>2007-01-18T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:23.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>birthdays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Ra_VG6hiWOI/AAAAAAAAABU/TDoMZD2E1Ww/s1600-h/me1yr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Ra_VG6hiWOI/AAAAAAAAABU/TDoMZD2E1Ww/s400/me1yr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021466424307243234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday (1/17) was my birthday. I turned... older. The teens at my church kept teasing me and kept "guessing" I turned 40! And when I wanted the usual random high-five, they refused and said that I was too old for random high-fives and that I had to shake their hands like an adult! Whatever!! I refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday may have been my birthday, but tomorrow (1/19) is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity's &lt;/span&gt;first birthday! I created this blog one year ago, two days after my birthday! I can't believe I've kept this up for a whole year. When I started it, I was like "I'll probably get bored with blogging and quit after a week or two." And here we are, one year later... *sigh* Sorry, I promised myself I wouldn't get all emotional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'K, so I really wasn't getting emotional. I was just kidding. O, and by the way, This post is number 99. Not only will tomorrow be the One Year Birthday of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity, &lt;/span&gt;it will also be the 100th post! So much to celebrate! Well, better get back to those big birthday plans. Tomorrow is a big day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-1277291551854282534?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1277291551854282534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1277291551854282534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/01/birthdays.html' title='birthdays...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Ra_VG6hiWOI/AAAAAAAAABU/TDoMZD2E1Ww/s72-c/me1yr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-186159314088827251</id><published>2007-01-13T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:24:40.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>bad luck with money</title><content type='html'>So, relatively new to this New Year, and already having money problems. No, I'm not broke, let me explain. This past Tuesday, I made plans with friends to go out to eat and rent a movie and just hang out. Now, my normal routine would include shower, get dressed, put my wallet in my pants pocket. And in that order. Well, I woke up to find all my clothes dirty. How does that happen? Anyway... so I washed them, threw them in the dryer and put on a generic "lounge-around-the-house"-type t-shirt, and some pocket-less jogging pants after my shower so I wouldn't have to be immodest while waiting for my clothes to dry. So my friends arrive, my clothes dried, I got changed, we decided to go to Applebee's. We ordered, we ate, bill came- no wallet! We left shortly after I changed clothes and since I was wearing pocket-less jogging pants post shower, I never put my wallet on my personage! Which means I never put it in the pocket of my newly dried pants! So, that was embarrassing. I'm so glad I have good friends who'll bail me out when I do things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the next day, I go to get my hairs cut (some call it a "haircut," but I don't think that accurately describes what happens. I mean, seriously- they cut more than one!). I had no cash in my wallet, but I figured "every place accepts debit cards nowadays. Even McDonalds does!" So I wait and wait and as I'm waiting I look suspiciously at their cash register. It's my turn to get my hairs cut and I politely ask "Um... do you take debit cards?" And the hair cutting girl is like "No, we're a little behind the times." I'm like "O... then I guess I have to go find an ATM to get cash, then come back." She's responds, "No, I can give you a haircut now. You've already waited once. If you leave, more people will come and you'll have to wait again." And I'm like "but, uh..." To which, she replied "Don't worry, I know you're a regular here and I trust you to come back with the money. I'll cut your hair now." So I was like "Wow, um... okay." (And yes, I did return to pay her. Even left a larger-than-usual tip because she was so trusting and nice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yah... twice in one week I ran into money problems. Hope this year gets better. Haha. Well, my birthday is in 4 days. Maybe if you sent me a present, that would help. I bet it would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-186159314088827251?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/186159314088827251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/186159314088827251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-luck-with-money.html' title='bad luck with money'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3368729665824674063</id><published>2007-01-06T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:23.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>I own 1 of the 7 deadly sins!</title><content type='html'>When I had my Desktop PC, I named it JRTcomputer. When I got my Notebook PC (aka laptop), I named it JRTnotebook. When I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;a cell phone, I named it JRTphone. Now, I have a new toy- I named it JRTenV. That's right folks- I got the LG enV, exclusively from Verizon Wireless! Sad news is they couldn't get my Contacts list to transfer, so I have to add all my saved numbers manually. O well. At least the enV has a QWERTY keyboard- makes entering Contact info easier. The top picture is what it looks like open, the picture below that is what it looks like closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RaALrLRz_-I/AAAAAAAAABI/nsdmEoPJSc0/s1600-h/LG+enV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RaALrLRz_-I/AAAAAAAAABI/nsdmEoPJSc0/s400/LG+enV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017022821280514018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3368729665824674063?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3368729665824674063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3368729665824674063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-own-1-of-7-deadly-sins.html' title='I own 1 of the 7 deadly sins!'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RaALrLRz_-I/AAAAAAAAABI/nsdmEoPJSc0/s72-c/LG+enV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-7058157418830907402</id><published>2007-01-05T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:23.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>hairless wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RZ3ufLRz_9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/j2oCp6I1Kbs/s1600-h/hairless+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RZ3ufLRz_9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/j2oCp6I1Kbs/s200/hairless+bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016427779331456978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear.&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy,&lt;br /&gt;Was he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, folks- that is a picture of a hairless bear. You gotta love Google Image search!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-7058157418830907402?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7058157418830907402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/7058157418830907402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/01/hairless-wonder.html' title='hairless wonder'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RZ3ufLRz_9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/j2oCp6I1Kbs/s72-c/hairless+bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-4101339710034810693</id><published>2007-01-01T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:23.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>new year... new sickness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RZiRXy4lRKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Fa3Da2cH0fo/s1600-h/happy+new+year.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RZiRXy4lRKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Fa3Da2cH0fo/s200/happy+new+year.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014918023059162274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so I'm not starting the New Year too well. I got sick. I've been in bed all day. And it's seriously not as much fun as it sounds. I feel I need to address some recent comments that were left on my tagboard. Yes, I did buy a new coat, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without you. &lt;/span&gt;I would love to hurry and get my new phone, however, someone who "controls" the family plan and who needs to be there at time of purchase refuses to come to Verizon quickly. And lastly, I decided to give Old Navy another chance. Now, I never said they were evil, I just said they shrunk the men's section and made it all ugly. To my surprise, they started getting some nice things in again. Maybe there is still hope. (Although, a lot of it is still ugly). Well, hope you're all having a better beginning to the New Year. Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-4101339710034810693?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4101339710034810693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/4101339710034810693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-sickness.html' title='new year... new sickness?'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RZiRXy4lRKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Fa3Da2cH0fo/s72-c/happy+new+year.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-1911522847206889105</id><published>2006-12-28T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:18:18.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>new year, new stuff</title><content type='html'>Can't believe we're approaching New Year's already! Christmas has come and gone. By the way, I had a very nice Christmas. Thanx for asking. Can you believe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity &lt;/span&gt;is almost one whole year old?!?! It seems like I just started this blog. And now, he's all grown up! It all happened so fast... *sniff* Sorry, I'm getting a little emotional. I have plans for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity's &lt;/span&gt;birthday celebration, which, by the way, happens to be two days after my birthday. So if anyone wants to look in the January 2006 archives to see what day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity &lt;/span&gt;was born, then subtract two days you can discover my birthday and know when to send me the present you were gonna buy me. You are gonna buy me presents, right? I mean... what kind of friend are you if you don't? Not trying to guilt you into anything. I'm just saying... Speaking of new things, today I purchased a new winter coat from Old Navy. I like it. (I tried to find a picture of it on Oldnavy.com, but they don't have it online). I'm also shopping for a new cell phone. I love Verizon's "new every two" program. Every two years, they offer awesome upgrade deals (because it's cheaper for them to give you a new phone than to provide maintenance/service for your archaic phone). I'm sure other new things will be coming/happening as the New Year approaches and beyond, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomosity&lt;/span&gt; will be around to report such things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-1911522847206889105?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1911522847206889105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1911522847206889105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year-new-stuff.html' title='new year, new stuff'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-1713458195138311882</id><published>2006-12-25T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:23.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>have yourself a merry little christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RZBHaLIeQdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FhINM88sjkU/s1600-h/merry_christmas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RZBHaLIeQdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FhINM88sjkU/s400/merry_christmas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012584900253860306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-1713458195138311882?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1713458195138311882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1713458195138311882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='have yourself a merry little christmas'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RZBHaLIeQdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FhINM88sjkU/s72-c/merry_christmas.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-1990739069835401816</id><published>2006-12-14T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:24.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>no ham in my burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RYGmY63Rr7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/-hsDKiiPfuM/s1600-h/pig-cow_audace.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RYGmY63Rr7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/-hsDKiiPfuM/s200/pig-cow_audace.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008467207660875698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you take deer meat and make burger, you call it "venison burger." If you take buffalo meat and make burger, you call it "buffalo burger." So, how come when you take cow meat and make burger, you call it "hamburger?" There's no ham in it! Ham comes from pigs! Am I the only one who thinks this label makes no sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-1990739069835401816?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1990739069835401816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/1990739069835401816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-ham-in-my-burger.html' title='no ham in my burger'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RYGmY63Rr7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/-hsDKiiPfuM/s72-c/pig-cow_audace.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-3590286113737320632</id><published>2006-12-11T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:25.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearls'/><title type='text'>I need this product</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RX4IaqV5VGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6Y333U8wArM/s1600-h/pearls+before+swine+12-11-06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RX4IaqV5VGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6Y333U8wArM/s320/pearls+before+swine+12-11-06.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007449089818317922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read this. I laughed. A lot. I could really use one of those "Open Highway Facilitators."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-3590286113737320632?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3590286113737320632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/3590286113737320632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-this-product.html' title='I need this product'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/RX4IaqV5VGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6Y333U8wArM/s72-c/pearls+before+swine+12-11-06.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-116516891773402725</id><published>2006-12-03T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:01:57.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>'tis the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;just a friendly reminder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2306/2146/1600/439756/snowserver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2306/2146/200/98350/snowserver.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-116516891773402725?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/116516891773402725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/116516891773402725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;tis the season'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235381.post-116435650652878487</id><published>2006-11-24T03:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:21:46.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life comments'/><title type='text'>I didn't mean to kill...</title><content type='html'>I was driving home from a friend's house tonight and it was foggy. Visibility was somewhat limited. I was being as cautious as I could be, keeping a keen eye on the short path that was illuminated by my headlights. When, all of a sudden, the fog lifted ever so briefly to reveal a little bunny rabbit hopping accross the road. He saw me- a look of terror was on his little face. I tried to dodge him, he tried to run away. There just wasn't enough time! If only I'd have seen him sooner! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid fog! &lt;/span&gt;I tried, honestly, I did. Then, I heard the inevitable- thump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21235381-116435650652878487?l=thejrt38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/116435650652878487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21235381/posts/default/116435650652878487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejrt38.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-didnt-mean-to-kill.html' title='I didn&apos;t mean to kill...'/><author><name>theJRT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649812133918797147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4en2eajuQDY/Se_EzLCa_FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tOk3uDi0EwQ/S220/Jesse029.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
