<?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-23250420</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:03:32.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-233175703398173487</id><published>2007-04-04T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:34:24.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid public edumacation.</title><content type='html'>Recent issues have brought back memories of my education. i have never felt that i was given a very great education in school. I was never a bad kid, nor did i ditch......but realistically i never really did anything. i feel like i was just passed through, no matter how much effort i did or did not put in. Now that things have come up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blake's&lt;/span&gt; education that i feel are one sided.......i cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; ever being given both sides of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been very conservative. Most of that stems from the things my father taught me when i was young and the basic principals he instilled in me. When i was really young and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; understand things fully, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; home and saying very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Utopian&lt;/span&gt; things.  Things that I now look back on as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know any better and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; taught to think of both sides of things. i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; very regularly hearing my dad tell me that things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; work that way, its not always that simple. Everything has a cause and effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i got older my views steered very right winged. I became proud of my views and the way i thought. But in school it was always an uphill battle. i felt that i was the only one who ever questioned the things i was taught. There was never a balanced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;curriculum&lt;/span&gt;. The majority of the essays and papers i wrote i would modify the theme and change things around from what the teacher thought, normally with the intention of pissing them off. But the only reason is because of what i grew up learning IN my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my household was not conservative? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think i ever would have had to fight to find the other sides of the issues. Would I have just listened and taken everything in as a fact? Would I have just been a drone accepting everything that my teachers taught me? There was never a balance for me. i cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; ever feeling like my teacher said something i agreed with. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; bringing a radio into my class in high school to listen to Rush. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; being 1 of 3 kids that did not vote for Clinton in the mock elections in 92.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not stupid enough to think that there are not more sides to every issue. I understand that other people think differently than i do. They are perfectly entitled to thier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;views&lt;/span&gt; and the reasons they believe in them. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Blake&lt;/span&gt; to have any conservative teachers. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care if he does or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;. What i do want is for him to be presented with balance. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to contradict everything his teachers tell him at dinner every night. I want him to be thought to THINK. i want him to be taught to find his own reasons for his thoughts, not force fed what his instructors think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-233175703398173487?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/233175703398173487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=233175703398173487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/233175703398173487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/233175703398173487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2007/04/stupid-public-edumacation.html' title='stupid public edumacation.'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-8860801818445862774</id><published>2007-03-01T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:35:17.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>who know logging into my blog would take 5 minutes with all that new stuff to log in....did that change a long time ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its good that i havent blogged because normally its bitching about something....and lately i have nothing to bitch about. pretty much every aspect of my life is good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do know if finish fucking with my truck. i need to have it able to wheel by june......and the clock is ticking.......i must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weld on a traction bar&lt;br /&gt;finish making a rear bench seat&lt;br /&gt;rewire my rear locker, lights&lt;br /&gt;add the overload leaf into leaf pack&lt;br /&gt;new hiem joints on front coilovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that should be it.......dammit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-8860801818445862774?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/8860801818445862774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=8860801818445862774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/8860801818445862774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/8860801818445862774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-116588298270827243</id><published>2006-12-11T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:31:18.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a fucking day</title><content type='html'>i get up and jenn feels like shit....i dont feel all that hot to begin with. i get to work and start on something that i started 2 weeks ago and havent touched since.......im grinding a little piece and slip, i feel the grinder go through my glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is semi normal.....but normally its like a road rash. but not today, today it went nice and deep. it got filled it full of grit and dirt. so time to go get stiches......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they take the bandage off i look and think to myself....&lt;br /&gt;i swore it was worse.....&lt;br /&gt;i could have dealt with that....fuck.&lt;br /&gt; i dont like unnecissary workers comp claims....but then i think well it needed stiches anyways even though some suchers would have been fine....and maybe it would have gotten infected....so after i justify it i get back....go to lunch....come back and i find my rail was wrong, so i had to start over.....3 hours shot to shit......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 20 minutes before its time to go home...&lt;br /&gt;im smacking something with my hammer.....and it slips....middle finger WHAM! i dont know how the fuck it didnt break but thank god. i hit it so hard and on the edge of something.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my left hand and i had a very bad day....im going to get drunk now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-116588298270827243?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/116588298270827243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=116588298270827243' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/116588298270827243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/116588298270827243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-fucking-day.html' title='what a fucking day'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-116286333044434349</id><published>2006-11-06T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:35:33.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/2377/1600/CIMG0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/2377/320/CIMG0667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend i went pig hunting for the first time. I was really interesting to me. Some of you know i have been brought into hunting through my friend's parents. My folks never hunted and there was never a gun into the house. So for the last couple of years i have starting out and learning to hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went deer hunting last month and didnt see a thing. but very peaceful very quiet. slow and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well like i said i went pig hunting and it was cool. it is so exciting compared to deer. (granted i think deer will be more rewarding) but what a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can hear them in the bushes digging up the ground and snorting.....its a fucking gas. its action packed (considering you can get goared by one of the little bastards:) we are yelling to each other and running after them. (when a dear takes off just say later) but when a pig takes off......its like chasing your dog in the back yard....you kinda got a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is how it went.......&lt;br /&gt;we were starting our walk....5 of us.... jimmy was above me walking sideways on the hill. well i started to go to low so i had to crawl on my knees to get though a couple of pine trees.....and then i hear jimmy yell "chris 4 pigs coming your way!" i look up and three of them are rounding the tree infront of me. i thought to myself oh fuck....i have 3 hogs running right at me and im on my knees crawling through a fucking bush.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i raise up my rifle and just shot and missed....i didnt really even aim.....2 took off up the hill and one stayed on course. i fired agian and hit it. It took off down the hill and we found in the rivene...but it as still alive so i put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as heartless people think hunters are there is nothing worse that seeing and animal suffer there is absolutely no pleasure in that aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways i my first pig. and my first big game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-116286333044434349?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/116286333044434349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=116286333044434349' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/116286333044434349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/116286333044434349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-one.html' title='the first one.'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-116122322836766344</id><published>2006-10-18T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:00:28.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANKYOU &lt;a href="http://maniacaldays.blogspot.com/"&gt;jenn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people who make me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;Jenn.....do i need to say why?&lt;br /&gt;blake....cuz he is a goof.&lt;br /&gt;john our nieghbor. he is a funny bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;Sign language&lt;br /&gt;satisfy jenn&lt;br /&gt;weld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I can't do:&lt;br /&gt;play drums&lt;br /&gt;keep the house clean&lt;br /&gt;think of another thing to put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I'm doing right now:&lt;br /&gt;typing&lt;br /&gt;eating chips and dip&lt;br /&gt;getting ready to pick up blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;go to nova scotia&lt;br /&gt;own a house&lt;br /&gt;finish my truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I hate the most:&lt;br /&gt;do you really want me to anser this???&lt;br /&gt;some people think "everything"&lt;br /&gt;asshole.&lt;br /&gt;weasles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;Any liberal that holds public office&lt;br /&gt;public schools&lt;br /&gt;spiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I don't understand:&lt;br /&gt;liberal logic&lt;br /&gt;union labor&lt;br /&gt;architects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three skills I'd like to learn:&lt;br /&gt;German&lt;br /&gt;more sign language.&lt;br /&gt;some type of martial art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways to describe my personality:&lt;br /&gt;Goofy&lt;br /&gt;pleasant&lt;br /&gt;perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I think you should listen to:&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;My father&lt;br /&gt;and more me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you should never listen to:&lt;br /&gt;old school media&lt;br /&gt;liberals&lt;br /&gt;enviormentalists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;Codfish and potatos&lt;br /&gt;chili-mac&lt;br /&gt;ribs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three beverages I drink regularly:&lt;br /&gt;beer&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;beam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three shows I watch a lot:&lt;br /&gt;Family guy&lt;br /&gt;flavorflav&lt;br /&gt;dirty jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people I'm tagging to do this:&lt;br /&gt;jennster i know she wont do it&lt;br /&gt;teri, cuz she is a cunt&lt;br /&gt;and becky......cuz she is married to my man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-116122322836766344?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/116122322836766344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=116122322836766344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/116122322836766344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/116122322836766344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/10/thankyou-jenn-three-people-who-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-116051020896359505</id><published>2006-10-10T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:56:48.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so im going to marry this:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/2377/320/save%20the%20date%20joke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fucking pothead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just remebered this pic......i couldnt reisit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love jennster. while i was on vaction this wonderfull woman spent her sunday watching nascar and football and was texting me updates......i would nominate her for wife of the year but we arent married yet......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and since im gonna get in trouble for embarrasing her with a picture i will sacrifice a pic of myself and my tan to even the score.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/2377/320/ali%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-116051020896359505?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/116051020896359505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=116051020896359505' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/116051020896359505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/116051020896359505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-im-going-to-marry-this.html' title='so im going to marry this:'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-115985272939271549</id><published>2006-10-02T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:18:49.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my vacation is around the corner!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/2377/1600/covolo%2005%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/2377/320/covolo%2005%20013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday night i will be heading off on my yearly hunting/camping trip. Im fucking stoked. This is the first year that i will be hunting deer (missing or not seeing any im sure.....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going, its in the middle of nowhere. SERIOUSLY nohwere. When the lumber company pulled out of the town.....the dead end town, died. the freeway turns into a dirt road after our ranch. The town has 1 grocery store, 1 hardware store, 1 gas station, and 1 bar......oh and someone got the balls to start a burger joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so relaxing being up there, Every night we go up on the hills to look at the sun go down while we sit waiting for a deer to pop out before dusk. Every morning we get up before its light and go out on a walk. i spend most of the time just taking in nature and the sights......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/2377/1600/covolo%2005%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/2377/1600/covolo%2005%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/2377/320/covolo%2005%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/2377/1600/covolo%2005%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/2377/320/covolo%2005%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And driving around shooting these little fuckers!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/2377/320/covolo%2005%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;god they are grub.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-115985272939271549?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/115985272939271549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=115985272939271549' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115985272939271549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115985272939271549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-vacation-is-around-corner.html' title='my vacation is around the corner!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-115957092929627967</id><published>2006-09-29T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:02:09.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my take on the bachlor party</title><content type='html'>i know i probably spelled that wrong but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to vegas, i want to get loaded and fuck off with my friends. im not going to cheat or do anything that i feel jennster would not want me to do. i have my own morals to goddammit. I understand that she doesnt want it to be a whole weekend but this is what i agreed on and i want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad for jenn because i dont have a jealous bone in my body. So i dont really understand the problem or the fear. i have 100% trust in her and in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-115957092929627967?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/115957092929627967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=115957092929627967' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115957092929627967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115957092929627967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-take-on-bachlor-party.html' title='my take on the bachlor party'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-115784022257811956</id><published>2006-09-09T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:17:02.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogers block</title><content type='html'>agian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I dont blog anymore because I dont want to take away from jennster. Every time i post i feel like people will realize that im the funny one in our relationship. Dont get me wrong, Jenn has her humorious moments at times.......but lets face it, she cant play on the same field as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dadsaidmomsaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dadsaidmomsaid.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; is starting.......i feel guilty that im in it and havent been bloging......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im making hot n spicy wings right now......i cant wait. Our town needs a god damn hooters.......i would go there right now and stuff my fucking face with wings......&lt;br /&gt;I dont like any of the hotwings in town or in the county for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Adams Octoberfest is back......that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody tag me with something so i have something to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-115784022257811956?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/115784022257811956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=115784022257811956' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115784022257811956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115784022257811956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/09/blogers-block.html' title='blogers block'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-115561121497831116</id><published>2006-08-14T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:06:55.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jennster part 2</title><content type='html'>i feel my blog is a reaction to my womans'......oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get what jenn means about not having that great a time out there. and normally i have a better time aswell. there were a lot of factors that went into that. there was new group of people that ive never met and didnt really care for that much. normally there are a lot less people. and we really didnt go anywhere except for a hike to "the narrows" which is cool and pretty but a lot of work. we didnt have helmets for the quads and the rangers were in the valley so we really couldnt go anywhere. i totally want another chance because i really feel she got jipped on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i need to refute the "dirt" comments she made. Marks camp not only has running water (tapped from a stream up the hill) a full kitchen (plates, cups, bowls, cabnets) BBQ, Stove, campfire pit, a outhouse, and a god damn propane heated shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will give here its in the dirt, but its is some really spoiled camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think that im gonna love jenn anymore if she wont comprimise on this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god im a prick. of course i still love here. and i dont expect her to come all the time, but i do want her there some of the time. i have no problem bailing out and going with my own friends but there are times i want to have my family with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-115561121497831116?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/115561121497831116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=115561121497831116' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115561121497831116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115561121497831116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/08/jennster-part-2.html' title='jennster part 2'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-115283816155337014</id><published>2006-07-13T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:49:21.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My turn</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to post this for a few days but I figured I would let jennster start it off and I wasn't sure if she wanted it to be brought out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids? Do we want another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a tough decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like jenn was saying we had a great talk about having kids and surprised each other that we were on the same page. Both of us are actually have to think if we want one or not. It is totally and emotional vs practical battle. the reasons for both are both selfish in there own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me start off by saying if I had a child with jenn it would be the most wonderful gift I could ask for. I think we would make some kick ass looking kids. At the same time it would be a welcome gift and a blessing, its not a requirement. I don't &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; one. Blake is here. I don't really feel like I need my "own" child. I want to treat Blake as my own. Frankly, the thought of another kid is stressful on the level of "will I treat my kid differently, will I like him more....." I don't even think that would come into play but it is still a valid fear I would be ignorant to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the hardest part of being a step dad in my shoes is feeling like I have to ask permission to share the things that I enjoy. I'm getting into hunting and I like shooting. That's hard because jenn hates guns and I know she is freaked at the idea of Blake ever using one. But I want to be able to take Blake out and share that with him, something I would nearly demand if we had another child. I want to be able to let him see what he likes and if he wants to be apart of my interests that's awesome. But if its not for him that's perfectly fine. But I want to have the choice to do that. Thankfully me and jenn touched on this topic the other night and most of my fears are resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the practical side of things.........In 12 years Blake will be 18 and I will be 39........that's still young. Me and jenn could do all the things that we want to do at that point and still be physically able to. that's awesome to me. the thought of jet skiing off the coast of Italy sound pretty bad ass.&lt;br /&gt;I also think that any prayer of owning a house that we could afford would be shot on another kid. It might be better for Blake to have parents that could afford to give him a great childhood (not that its a requirement). But letting him to be able to do things we couldn't do with another kid. By the time our kid would be 5 Blake would be 15. Its not like at this point the sibling is gonna make his childhood better or give him someone to play with. My brothers were 8 years older than me and by the time I was old enough to do stuff they have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall its a lot to take in. Its a lot to think about. We have time, that's for sure. Maybe our outlook will change. Maybe we will Need a baby. But right now I feel like I would be happy either way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-115283816155337014?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/115283816155337014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=115283816155337014' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115283816155337014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115283816155337014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-turn.html' title='My turn'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-115222925476966473</id><published>2006-07-06T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:40:54.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>god loves me</title><content type='html'>because im perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ive been saving to join a hunting club for like the past year plus......with some extra help form loved ones on my birthday. Today i decided i better call up and throw it on a card or ill never join. Thinking i was going to be out 1700 (with a discount, normally 2000), I was told i got one of the two last memberships that were on special for 1,200, becuase the waived the entry fee for the last 25 memberships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thinking i was gonna be in the hole for 500, i am now in the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-115222925476966473?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/115222925476966473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=115222925476966473' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115222925476966473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115222925476966473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/07/god-loves-me.html' title='god loves me'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-115146674582406592</id><published>2006-06-27T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:08:02.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEA! A GOOD TAG</title><content type='html'>SHIT I HATE......I love it! &lt;a href="http://maniacaldays.blogspot.com"&gt;jenn&lt;/a&gt; tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hippies (shower you smelly fuckers......)&lt;br /&gt;2. Environmentalists (there is no global warming)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pacifist and peace mongers.....You moronic. "visualize world peace" suck my ass and kill yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gun Control activists. God I hate you people so much....Maybe you should be #1 but this is sudden thoughts so these asshole are on the tip top. (Ted Kennedy's car has killed more people than my guns.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Reverse racism. Affirmative action is just as wrong as segregation or any other hillbilly bullshit. I want a colorblind society where skin color has nothing to do with it, and we hate people for who they are not the color of their skin. I don't need a chickenshit ignorant reason to hate someone....Ill find a good one like an environmental, hippy, peacemongering asshole that is trying to steal my guns!&lt;br /&gt;6. Thieves. Why cant we kill them?&lt;br /&gt;7. 49er fan. You suck. The best raider game ever was when we were at candlestick and the silver and black just took over.&lt;br /&gt;8. Giants fan. You almost suck as bad as 49er fan but not really worthy of as much hate because for a century you have only proven yourself to be baseballs whooping boy.&lt;br /&gt;9. People that use their cellphones in stores or in public. Tell them you will call them back so I don't have to hear about Billy fucking sarah's best friend after he gave robin a promise ring.&lt;br /&gt;10. Customer service or lack there of now days.&lt;br /&gt;11. Vegetarians. Especially the ones that think I shouldn't eat meat. If god didn't want us to eat meat he wouldn't have made it taste so good.&lt;br /&gt;12. Motorola. 6 phones in a year FUCK YOU YOU SUCK&lt;br /&gt;13. Blog taggers enuf said.&lt;br /&gt;14. Sierra club. I actually like to see and enjoy/take in the outdoors, so shove your Honda insight up your ass and trying to make it illegal to go wheeling.&lt;br /&gt;15. Judicial activists. That's what the legislative branch is for.&lt;br /&gt;16. that fucker in line that doesn't have there shit together and BS's with the checker about the most useless shit. i go up, say hi, punch my phone number slide my card and bag my shit (I make the baggers look like shit. lazy asshats.) and leave.&lt;br /&gt;17. Spelling and grammar nazis.&lt;br /&gt;18. Unions, they are more full of themselves than firefighters......oh yeah most nozzle jockeys are in unions. Advance in life by proving yourself and showing you are worth more. Don't demand shit you don't fucking deserve. Everyone of you that I have met is a lazy fuck.&lt;br /&gt;19. Women and Men that think everyone wants them. The ones at the bar that are so full of themselves it just oozes all over the place.....They were my favorite to piss off. I used to get off on telling off the hottest chick in the bar. No I don't want you. Why the fuck would I want you. you self absorbed cuntrag.&lt;br /&gt;20. Liberals!!!!!!!!!! the government does not exist to take away others freedom. Leave my guns, my truck, my tasty animals, my money, and my life alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagging &lt;a href="http://beckym5.blogspot.com"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt;. i like to pick on you. &lt;a href="http://www.issasworld.typepad.com/"&gt;mellisa&lt;/a&gt;! HHAHAHAHA, and &lt;a href="http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt; BAM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-115146674582406592?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/115146674582406592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=115146674582406592' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115146674582406592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115146674582406592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/06/yea-good-tag.html' title='YEA! A GOOD TAG'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-115094386194454255</id><published>2006-06-21T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:25:53.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first fire.</title><content type='html'>im famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: IM THE WELDER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkler system saves Mill Valley house&lt;br /&gt;Staff Report&lt;br /&gt;A sprinkler system was credited for helping snuff out a fire in a Mill Valley house early Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;The fire, which may have been caused by construction work, was reported at 12:14 a.m. at 262 Summit Ave., said Mill Valley fire Capt. Michael St. John.&lt;br /&gt;When firefighters arrived they found the vacant house filled with smoke and the interior sprinkler system operating. The fire was extinguished within 20 minutes, St. John said.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the sprinkler system, fire damage was limited to the bottom floor and a wall and ceiling area, St. John said.&lt;br /&gt;Since the late 1980s, several cities in Marin County, including Mill Valley, have required all new construction and major remodeling projects to include sprinkler systems, St. John said.&lt;br /&gt;He said the cause was still under investigation, but evidence points to combustible sheeting that might have ignited during exterior welding. The fire smoldered for about 10 hours before igniting, St. John said.&lt;br /&gt;- Shelly Meron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-115094386194454255?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/115094386194454255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=115094386194454255' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115094386194454255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115094386194454255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-fire.html' title='My first fire.'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-115068062003181424</id><published>2006-06-18T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:30:20.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lady in red</title><content type='html'>OMFG! so we went out in the city last night after the A's game. we pulled up infrom of the bar and me a jenn see this girl.....not a ugly girl.....but since she was wearing a longslieve spandex red jumpsuit.......it was unflattering on her to say the least. something nobody should wear, let alone her.  after watching her freak on some guys up on the stage and present herself as more of a whore, i decided it was time to say something. at the end of the night. so as she was walking out, i couldnt resist saying something i have always wanted to say my entire life..........HEY KOOLAID!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-115068062003181424?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/115068062003181424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=115068062003181424' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115068062003181424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/115068062003181424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/06/lady-in-red.html' title='lady in red'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114962217611367204</id><published>2006-06-06T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:29:36.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks &lt;a href="http://cannonballers.blogspot.com/2006/06/only-because-shes-my-wife.html"&gt;mike&lt;/a&gt;. atleast you gave me something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three Favorite Things to Bring if you’re on a Deserted Island"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books.....funny........&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0060578793/qid=1149620559/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-8694795-4475934?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;SAS Survival Handbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0811729850/ref=pd_sim_b_1/104-8694795-4475934?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Wilderness Survival &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0967512395/ref=pd_sim_b_1/104-8694795-4475934?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;US Army Survival Manual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies.........&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00005JMCT/qid=1149621050/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-8694795-4475934?s=dvd&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=130"&gt;American Wedding &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00005JM1F/qid=1149621109/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-8694795-4475934?s=dvd&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=130"&gt;Old School &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00005JKMN/qid=1149621172/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-8694795-4475934?s=dvd&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=130"&gt;Super Troopers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00014GHP2/qid=1149621378/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-8694795-4475934?s=music&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=5174"&gt;Ultimate Waylon Jennings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0001I2BWG/ref=m_art_pr_1/104-8694795-4475934?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=5174"&gt;Merle Haggard 40 #1 Hits &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0000026NF/qid=1149621589/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-8694795-4475934?s=music&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=5174"&gt;Journey - Greatest Hits &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;1. jimmy&lt;br /&gt;2. scotty&lt;br /&gt;3. Johnny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennnster.blogspot.com/"&gt;jenntser&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17121324"&gt;becky&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://jennnster.blogspot.com/"&gt;jennster &lt;/a&gt;agian for good measure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114962217611367204?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114962217611367204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114962217611367204' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114962217611367204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114962217611367204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/06/thanks-mike.html' title=''/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114935601843656618</id><published>2006-06-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T10:33:38.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>need to blog.</title><content type='html'>but i dont know what about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body is sore as fuck....from work and playing at blakes baseball game yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other team didnt show up so it was 1/2 kids 1/2 parents one each team. needless to say we rocked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blake what with his dad on the other team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me jenn and jimbo were on the same team. we were cranking the balls into outer space....we ruled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go work on my speakerbox now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114935601843656618?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114935601843656618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114935601843656618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114935601843656618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114935601843656618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/06/need-to-blog.html' title='need to blog.'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114852819611205127</id><published>2006-05-24T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:36:36.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking hippies.</title><content type='html'>so today i get off work and come out to my car to find this: &lt;a href="http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/letter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/letter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; most likey due the fact that i also have this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.crowley-offroad.com/images/Calvin_Peeing_installed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just hate hippies and the stereotypes put on 4 wheelers. I go and enjoy nature, be one with nature. i also clean nature. i have a roll of garbage bags in my truck for picking up other peoples trash and leaving it cleaner than i found it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fuck them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114852819611205127?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114852819611205127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114852819611205127' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114852819611205127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114852819611205127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/05/fucking-hippies.html' title='fucking hippies.'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114843113165718288</id><published>2006-05-23T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:38:51.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who says im angry</title><content type='html'>there is a misconception that i have a angery rage filled person that is itching to kill someone. Now that may be true, but i do have self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was driving home to my folks to pick up my mail. The road i was driving on his 4 lanes, 2 each way. There was plent of space for the upcoming merge and me and another car were lined up and i was gonna go behind them. then a Silver Nissian Titan came screaming up on my right and tried to get infrom of me, after i was only lane. so i stayed in it and forced him to eithir hit the hill or get behind me. well he kinda got behind me, for a second and turned into the oncomming lane and passed me........in my head i said "fine be a fuck head" until i saw breaklights infront of me. he slammed his breaks on.  for a sexond i considered plowing him, since my front bumper would destroy him. but i thought again and stopped in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this time i was imagining crashing him out into the side of the road, ripping him out of his car and turning his face into meatload with my maglight......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he came to the stop sign (back to 2 lanes) i get next to time, didnt say anything and just looked over. the cocksucker had a kid in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i called the cops. its one thing to be a road raging asshole, but its completly different when you have a kid with you.  so i called the cops. while i operator was asking 10000 questions the guy made 3 U turns trying to loose me( i wasnt chasing him, just following him). On the third one i lost site of him and couldnt find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to all those that say i am a ball of anger poo on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though he deserves to be dragged into the road by his eye socket and shot......doesnt mean im going to do it. i just think thats what he SHOULD GET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114843113165718288?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114843113165718288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114843113165718288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114843113165718288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114843113165718288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-says-im-angry.html' title='who says im angry'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114772481785617520</id><published>2006-05-15T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:31:24.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questioning marraige</title><content type='html'>on mothers day, everything went well, we went to my moms house for a nice brunch, hung out, went to a awesome concert......but all of that was over shadowed by the abuse i went through. we were playing around at my folks, i cannot stress "playing" enough. until she got pissed and struck me. this is nothing new, she normally hits me on a daily basis. However, this time she hit the top of my shoulder. i think destroyed my rotatorcuff, i might get surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114772481785617520?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114772481785617520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114772481785617520' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114772481785617520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114772481785617520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/05/questioning-marraige.html' title='Questioning marraige'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114706411279186279</id><published>2006-05-07T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:46:01.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im going to marry a clown</title><content type='html'>i saw her tonight she had on her makeup. i dont know where her pokadot jump suit and ballons are but i saw her white face..........i dont know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114706411279186279?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114706411279186279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114706411279186279' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114706411279186279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114706411279186279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-going-to-marry-clown.html' title='im going to marry a clown'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114671604675532900</id><published>2006-05-03T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:14:06.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling alone</title><content type='html'>Being a step dad is hard, sometimes i dont get it. I love jennster more than i love myself.......meaning i love her more than i thought i could love anyone. i dont think anything could break us up. she is more than i could ever ask for. but one thing, the same thing that gives me so much joy, also gives me fear. Blake. What a wonderful kid, i cant say enough great things about him. i really couldnt ask for more of a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is difficult for me is coming into the game late. i wish blake was my son, i wish he was my flesh and blood and i was there from the day he was born until now. but i wasnt. that cant changethat, but i want to be the best stepdad i can, i want to be everything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing him happy makes me happy. i love to see him smile. i love just seeing that face having fun. i feel like i give and give like i want nothing in return. i wish it was the case, but for some reason everynight at dinner he drives me crazy. trying things has because the most difficult issue in my life. i feel like every night at dinner will he an issue, i will ask him to try something, he will refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a stepdad and wanting blake to have a good foundation, i want jenn and i to be a team, we half to. but thats were it gets hard, my natural instincts arent the same as hers. i havent been there for 5 years of his life, i dont understand what is logical to a 7 year old and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i come from a food snob family, i love to eat. i like lots of stuff. i will try anything (i.e. haggas, end of story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if this is random, its not like its some story with a structured story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenn from the beginning of time fixed blake dinner, she fixed what he wanted and then fixed what she wanted. when we merged into a family that changed. I cook dinner now. i want a good dinner, its like "my meal" but im only cooking one(within reason). At first there were some issues about dinner so we came up with a plan. a great plan. a menu. 2 weeks ahead of time. i get 2 days and blake gets 2 days and jenn gets 1. the idea was that it would end the bitching about dinners. it did for a while but like most things in life. it has worn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want blake to try things. i would like to be able to open a cookbook and pick out anything for dinner, but i feel like i cant. it frustrates jenn when i want blake to try something and it frustrates me even more when he wont. i dont know what to do. i want me and jennster to be a team, i want him to have structure and not mixed signals. but its not a big thing for her and it is from me. i want to find a comprimise somewhere but i dont see where. it bothers me how much it bothers me. i came from a strict family. causes and effects. but its different. i feel like it would be so much easier if i was there from the start. but i wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to profread this but  im not going to. fuck me here it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114671604675532900?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114671604675532900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114671604675532900' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114671604675532900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114671604675532900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/05/feeling-alone_03.html' title='feeling alone'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114632938109427159</id><published>2006-04-29T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T09:49:41.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant force it</title><content type='html'>(lordy i could have made that a nasty pun......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided that i cannot force a blog. i have to be in the mood. Jennster tells me to blog all the time, cuz she loves to read them and just likes it when i blog.  Which is cool because ever since i started working during the day i havent done a lot of online communication like i used to. I never really post on the message board anymore and hell i dont think i have checked my email in a week....(for some reason i cant check it online on my computer, but i can from hers). It does suck because during my day i can think of a hundred things to blog about, but by the time i get home i just want to chill and and kill people. (on bf2)..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i will ever be a daily blogger i will shoot for 3 times a week, in theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. what the fuck is a blog? like the actual term why does it sound like something i launch out of my nose in the morning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114632938109427159?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114632938109427159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114632938109427159' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114632938109427159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114632938109427159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cant-force-it.html' title='i cant force it'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114593238361258101</id><published>2006-04-24T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:33:03.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love</title><content type='html'>im now convinced that jennster in fact does not love me. i possed a question tonight. "If i was a chick and we had the same "connection" that we did when we first met, would you do me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if (grandpa close your eyes) "you would let me eat your box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she replied with....."am i drunk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me= "mildly buzzed, enough to lower your inhibitions but not do something you would regret."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jennster= "no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case in point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she does not love me..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the sex was not astronomical.......we would be over.....but i guess i will have to stay for the nookie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114593238361258101?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114593238361258101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114593238361258101' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114593238361258101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114593238361258101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-love.html' title='what is love'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114591954567822853</id><published>2006-04-24T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T15:59:05.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>god hates me</title><content type='html'>so im sick, my allergies suck. i have an appointment on wednesday to get tested and i cant take any antihiestimens (sp?) which is like everything i need to take to make me feel better from this fucking head cold. and today at work the structual fags were welding indoors for no apparent reason than to piss off the ornemental guys.....so i spend the second half of the day coughing and weezing...........wednesday i need you i want you....be here now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114591954567822853?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114591954567822853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114591954567822853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114591954567822853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114591954567822853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/04/god-hates-me.html' title='god hates me'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114558750990562313</id><published>2006-04-20T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:45:09.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARG!</title><content type='html'>so yesterday i was bitching about the heat....today it will be allergies. Am i part woman? all i am doing is pissing and moaning about things:) Is that what a blog is supposed to be? i place to bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning it was a slight sniffle. i could tell what was coming, it comes every year in april.....my allergy misery. By noon i had a runny noise and at the end of work i was sneezing. This year is the first year i chose that i was gonna go get a shot or some precription drugs for them. last year i was worthless at work for a month or two. i cant stop sneezing, i get light headed from sneezing and the most uncomfortable sweat, it feels like needles in my skin. ARG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i was at blakes game, there was a nice wind blowing across the grass it was aweful. The coach on the other team showed up and said "where else would you rather be." i replied at home taking a shower so there is not wind or pollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctors appointment is on wednesday, they told me not to take any medication because it will screw up the tests for my shot......so i am going to have to suffer through the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114558750990562313?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114558750990562313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114558750990562313' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114558750990562313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114558750990562313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/04/arg.html' title='ARG!'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114550199473129907</id><published>2006-04-19T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:59:54.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it was hot today</title><content type='html'>so today was like the first warm day today in i dunno 6 months or so.....yesterday was warm but im pretty sure today was worse......especally becuase my boss sent me up to put a rail in on someones roof...........the best part was that there was a wall right in the middle of the little deck on the roof (so idiots dont fall off or walk around.) i felt like i was running a god damn marathon with hurdles! Mix that in with the hot roof and no wind i was miserable. I had to piss like a race horse this morning and i still havent pissed yet......i drank a crapload of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think if anything ends me and jenn being together it will be the weather.....she isnt happy unless its 80 and blue skys.......(since she sits in a nice Air Conditioned office all day) and i am miserable if its over 75. it sucks donkey dick. ill come home dripping in sweat and the film of sunscreen and dirt all over my neck and arms....the only thing i want is a shower. she will walk through the door and talk about how WONDERFUL it is outside today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ready for november to be here already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114550199473129907?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114550199473129907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114550199473129907' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114550199473129907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114550199473129907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-was-hot-today.html' title='it was hot today'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114540373006238547</id><published>2006-04-18T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:46:42.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how many digits do you have left?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="c114529014026851871"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in response to a comment i got......i figured this would make a good entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/20867233" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/20867233" rel="nofollow"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever lose a fingernail? I have.......it sucks. It looks pretty cool when the new one grown in though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mike ive done more than that.....ive lost the end of my right index finger.......how you ask????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a former life i worked at a ammunitioon factory where we loaded pistol ammo on industrial machines.....big nasty industrial machines...... i had been there for like 2 months and that day was the day my boss decided i should go faster, so he cranked up my machine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....later in the day my machine got jammed so i went to fix it.....there are 3 buttons on the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. power&lt;br /&gt;2. on&lt;br /&gt;3. off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was tring to get a casing out of the track when shells started falling on my head because the power button (ex #1) was still on so i took my left hand to hit the power off, but guess what buttong i pressed........YES i pressing the fucking ON button. so then i watched to maching take off 9MM of my finger......after a wonderful trip to the hospital they luckily were able to sew it back on , but only half of it took, so i have about 4mm in my finger gone and no feeling it the tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my brothers birthday to, needless to say i didnt arrive at dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114540373006238547?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114540373006238547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114540373006238547' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114540373006238547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114540373006238547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-many-digits-do-you-have-left.html' title='how many digits do you have left?'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114532120976281961</id><published>2006-04-17T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:46:49.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fargen taggers</title><content type='html'>its tagging the internet version of TPing someones house.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell us 6 weird/interesting things about yourself....come on you know you want to!!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Im cheating on jenn with mayonaise........i will eat spoonfuls when people arent looking.&lt;br /&gt;2. Im the 3rd best shitty speller i know.&lt;br /&gt;3. I play 3 hours of video games a night.&lt;br /&gt;4. Im a member of the vast Right wing conspiracy.&lt;br /&gt;5. My toes are fucking gross looking......i have that fungus shit under my nails.....and my ankle bones are almost sharp.&lt;br /&gt;6. I was water polo MVP in HS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for jenn........&lt;br /&gt;1. She gets insane laugh attacks.....all you have to do is watch and she will keep going like snoball&lt;br /&gt;2. She spits. well she swallows, but she spits if she is drinking or eating and hears something funny she will blow it out everywhere or nearly choke to death trying to keep it in.&lt;br /&gt;3. She is terrified of me.......always has her guard up incase going to fuck with her.&lt;br /&gt;4. She does not fart or poop.......i dont know how she is even alive.&lt;br /&gt;5. Her obbsesion with teeth and the level of whiteness that is required is disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;6. She is addicted to my wiener.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114532120976281961?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114532120976281961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114532120976281961' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114532120976281961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114532120976281961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/04/fargen-taggers.html' title='fargen taggers'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114514274451115220</id><published>2006-04-15T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T16:13:26.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have some?</title><content type='html'>That is what I hear all the time. That's what I just heard at Carl's JR..........I got an oreo cookie shake, with a nice blob of whip cream on the top. My straw was in it and I took one suck of my shake, when I heard "can I have some?" Now IM not a selfish guy, when I hear that I said "sure baby." Then guess what happens......She fucks around with the straw a little and then grabs a huge blob of whip cream, and not the residue off the straw when you pulled out of the cup whip cream, I mean a BLOB falling into her mouth like a chunk of ice off a glacier. When I get the cup back there is half the whip cream.......I looked down I thought of a divorce where the bitch bails and takes half! WOMAN YOU TOOK HAVE OF MY SHAKE! Its the same as going up to the birthday girl and eating the flower off the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is yesterday....She is stuffing the plastic eggs with the chocolate peanut butter eggs, she gives me a handful.....Very nice....Then she eats one......Well she breaks it open and sucks out the peanutbutter....And then tries to put the spit covered melted chocolate carcass in my hand....WTF is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is the Baskin Robbins peanutbutter and chocolate ice cream, the favorite ice cream of the both of us.........Sometimes she will come home with a pint of it, she is wonderful that way....But once it gets home, she has a spoon picking out the fucking peanut butter. She is the god damn peanut butter and whip cream pirate! I mean for fucks sake. She gets peanut butter and chocolate....I get chocolate.....What a bunch of crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114514274451115220?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114514274451115220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114514274451115220' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114514274451115220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114514274451115220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-i-have-some_15.html' title='Can I have some?'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114272233695560123</id><published>2006-03-18T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:52:16.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa bear</title><content type='html'>Papa bear is my new name. I think its pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know ill probably never be called dad, which I understand. But, at the same time is frustrating a little. I stress "a little" because its only a title, and Blake already has a good dad. Am I ever gonna get fathers day though? I basically am a dad. I think about this sometimes. I do everything that a dad does 12 days out of every 2 weeks. All the fun stuff like playing and hanging out, but also the not so fun things like homework and discipline. Its tough. But I like papa bear. Maybe I should get it tattooed on my chest.......And nipple rings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114272233695560123?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114272233695560123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114272233695560123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114272233695560123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114272233695560123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/03/papa-bear.html' title='Papa bear'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114136669631321737</id><published>2006-03-02T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:18:16.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking BF2</title><content type='html'>i went to a server tonight on Battlefield 2, called incogneato or however you spell it. they tried to kick my for "camping" (camping is when you a sitting behind where people start and shooting them.) but it was total bullshit because i was trying to steal a goddamn jet. which i did. and then people started votekicking me. i asked the guy why and he said i wasnt following the rules and i was camping. i informed him he was a moron and that i was not camping i was steathfully attacking so i could steal a plane. he bitched and moaned back and forth we went. then i called him a pussy and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a lame ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114136669631321737?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114136669631321737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114136669631321737' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114136669631321737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114136669631321737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/03/fucking-bf2.html' title='fucking BF2'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250420.post-114125946537440063</id><published>2006-03-01T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:31:05.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i blog</title><content type='html'>Because i feel left out..............The woman is at work and is to busy to talk. i had a hard day, i smashed my thumb and burnt the fuck out of my fingers and cut myself.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250420-114125946537440063?l=point45.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/feeds/114125946537440063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250420&amp;postID=114125946537440063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114125946537440063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250420/posts/default/114125946537440063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point45.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-blog.html' title='i blog'/><author><name>point45</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06949646454668564340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://people.delphiforums.com/jennnster/blog/point.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
