<?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-11409315</id><updated>2011-04-23T13:11:18.330-07:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='KIR'/><category term='Vallejo'/><category term='Consequence'/><category term='kay'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='SF'/><category term='change'/><category term='pastrami'/><category term='Drew'/><category term='unfinished'/><category term='homeless'/><category term='brenton'/><category term='eggs'/><category term='Westfield'/><category term='ang'/><category term='life'/><category term='pear cider'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Sexy'/><category term='trains'/><category term='pussycat'/><category term='San Francisco'/><category term='Lauryn'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='reed space'/><category term='Katrina'/><category term='erwin'/><category term='keep it real'/><category term='hot'/><category term='new york'/><category term='love'/><category term='kathee'/><category term='katy perry'/><title type='text'>MyBlogMyBlog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-6364949694646175596</id><published>2008-09-16T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:04:16.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 of the Sickest new Songs</title><content type='html'>So Kanye is just genius......the effects on his voice don't try to IMPROVE it, but rather make it FIT. If that makes sense. The second song is just genius.....watch if for yo-self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaRc4LwtliY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaRc4LwtliY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wc_7RWkfrrA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wc_7RWkfrrA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-6364949694646175596?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/6364949694646175596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=6364949694646175596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6364949694646175596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6364949694646175596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-of-sickest-new-songs.html' title='2 of the Sickest new Songs'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-4568035453098768285</id><published>2008-08-12T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:17:52.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin the Bells</title><content type='html'>First of all....THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who contributed to the gift, thought it up, or went with me (Ang, Derrick, Jay)....I appreciate it forreals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized after going to this event that it was an awesome event, I loved the acts, but I don't think I will need to go again for a long time. Unfortunately people aren't there for the music as much as I would like to think. And there were a good number of 16 yr-olds smokin reefer and doing all kinds of nasty before the sun even went down. But they didn't get us down and we had a dope time. We even got upgraded seats right before Pharcyde came onstage! That was just my friends lookin so damn good they wanted them closer to the pretty people ;). Anyways, I took lots of video, and quite a few pictures also, but I am working on making those sound and look better but for now have fun with the Drunk Guy were grew fond of. I didn't get video of his compadre, who was a little worse, but it's ok. Note the slight distraction at 12secs ;). Also note the worst shirt worn by a human since Liberaci! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVn27SZvCMA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVn27SZvCMA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-4568035453098768285?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/4568035453098768285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=4568035453098768285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/4568035453098768285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/4568035453098768285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/08/rockin-bells.html' title='Rockin the Bells'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-7384751357463008479</id><published>2008-07-24T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:33:24.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rafael Guida or Clay Nadal?</title><content type='html'>Nadal as a fighter?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SIlwEynWEqI/AAAAAAAABTs/U93r8oCSFTs/s1600-h/guida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SIlwEynWEqI/AAAAAAAABTs/U93r8oCSFTs/s320/guida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226832070148756130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or.....Guida as a tennis champ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SIlv6FffjVI/AAAAAAAABTk/aYwUfxBaekw/s1600-h/nadal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SIlv6FffjVI/AAAAAAAABTk/aYwUfxBaekw/s320/nadal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226831886237535570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha this made me laugh outloud also!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hAXRvrGsmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hAXRvrGsmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-7384751357463008479?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/7384751357463008479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=7384751357463008479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7384751357463008479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7384751357463008479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/07/nadal-as-fighter-or.html' title='Rafael Guida or Clay Nadal?'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SIlwEynWEqI/AAAAAAAABTs/U93r8oCSFTs/s72-c/guida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-7942771325099088582</id><published>2008-07-19T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:34:17.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-c9sOajyU3Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-c9sOajyU3Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-7942771325099088582?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/7942771325099088582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=7942771325099088582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7942771325099088582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7942771325099088582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-hell.html' title='what the hell'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-3727682239817251695</id><published>2008-07-16T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:47:38.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SH20_DLIS7I/AAAAAAAABS8/SxbgUg6EGro/s1600-h/DSC03110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SH20_DLIS7I/AAAAAAAABS8/SxbgUg6EGro/s400/DSC03110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223530138096389042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just insane....enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SH20_iXDDVI/AAAAAAAABTE/PPFLL8BPXo0/s1600-h/DSC03137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SH20_iXDDVI/AAAAAAAABTE/PPFLL8BPXo0/s400/DSC03137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223530146467876178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was experimenting and it worked only once kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SH20_109YkI/AAAAAAAABTM/8h1d2pMpYFg/s1600-h/DSC03143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SH20_109YkI/AAAAAAAABTM/8h1d2pMpYFg/s400/DSC03143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223530151693607490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were 6 different worlds there that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SH21AGn3z0I/AAAAAAAABTU/z4ggoPEI_KY/s1600-h/DSC03162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SH21AGn3z0I/AAAAAAAABTU/z4ggoPEI_KY/s400/DSC03162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223530156202118978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....we were 45 feet ABOVE them and still couldn't get a picture. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-3727682239817251695?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/3727682239817251695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=3727682239817251695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/3727682239817251695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/3727682239817251695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SH20_DLIS7I/AAAAAAAABS8/SxbgUg6EGro/s72-c/DSC03110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-4601342761818196038</id><published>2008-07-11T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:43:44.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy this DVD/BD</title><content type='html'>I have watched it 3 times.....still awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFOCvuii96w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFOCvuii96w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_KnnHRQeaE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_KnnHRQeaE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-4601342761818196038?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/4601342761818196038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=4601342761818196038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/4601342761818196038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/4601342761818196038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/07/buy-this-dvdbd.html' title='Buy this DVD/BD'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-3552477567613804574</id><published>2008-07-08T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:25:32.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick's Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The first girl I liked was 13 when I was 10 and she was a chola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on the real. She was straight up, full blown, no ifs ands or buts, a chola. I don't even remember her name but let's call her Maria. Maria was my family friends' niece. She came up to our place outside of Fresno to visit for a bit and I was completely enamored. I don't think I wanted to make out with her or anything, I think I just wanted her to pay attention to me. I copied her every move. I hung out with her during the 4 days she was there and tried to be super funny as much as I could. I was never the kind of person to be mean to the girl that I liked, I never understood that so people didn't even notice that I was attached at the hip for those few days. I even tried to copy that crazy 8 signs of the cross thing that Mexicans do when a single regular one will suffice. I thought her pocketless jeans were cool and her permanently wet-looking crimped hair was the shit. Yeah that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. My breakout moment in high school was when I ran for ASB against 2 cheerleaders...and WON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really popular in High School. Not in a sad way, more in a way like I didn't seek popularity outside of the few clubs I was in. So when I ran for ASB people were confused. I got ushered into the Secretary spot in High School because when asked questions like "What will you do for the school as secretary?" my answer did not include anything about how cheerleading helped me become a better note-taker. Not to say cheerleaders are dumb, cause I met one once who wasn't, but these 2 made me look like a Rhodes Scholar. I wish we had been able to share the office however because they were both considered to be 2 of the hottest girls in our school, but it wasn't all bad because THE hottest one was the Vice President so it worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Upon telling my Science teacher and good family friend that I was going to UCI, his response was "But you're not Asian". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Durando is one of the funniest teachers I have ever had and he has always been the most honest person I've taken a class with and when he said this to me there was a slight smile in his eye that reminded me of the guy who works a mechanical bull when a fat chick gets on and thinks "they're gonna eat SHIT!" Yeah it was that look. But to be fair the first 2 people I met in Irvine were white (one was half) but they were both high so I don't know that it was necessarily proving anyone wrong. When I saw Mr Durando a few years later I mentioned how I was still at UCI and his response was "But you're not Asian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I once got in trouble with a teacher who heard me call my really good Native American friend a "dirty savage".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my comment was a response to him calling me a "white devil", which no one heard him say. Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I convinced my OLDER brother that a little puddle in the middle of the summer was from a spring I had found and NOT from me peeing in a hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stuck his finger in, smelled it and then ran to my mom. I remember distinctly thinking "he's my older brother he should just punch me or something....what a baby". See? Even in my childhood I was inappropriate, uncouth, and an utter badass. I got spanked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. When I was 6, my family (8 children at that point) went on a 6 week, multi-state road trip in my parents' 12 passenger van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say I remember every little detail but I do remember a few things distinctly:&lt;br /&gt;- Watching Jaws at a distant cousin's house and being scared and then getting my brothers in trouble because I wasn't supposed to be awake anyways.&lt;br /&gt;- Riding in the front seat of the Van during a lightning storm in Montana. It is burned into my memory as one of the most frightening and beautiful things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing fireflies for the first time in a forest in Minnesota (I think). Again one of the better memories of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;- That same night we were camping and ate macaroni and cheese and all of us were awakened by 2 raccoons fighting over the trash that had scraps in it. My brothers started making bets on who would win.&lt;br /&gt;- Standing in the rain at Mount Rushmore and making fun of the runny noses the presidents had. And then going back into the lodge for hot cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this trying to think of the funniest things in my life but that last one might be the best for me that not everyone knows. Hope it was worth the read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brent (cause he hasnt done it)&lt;br /&gt;anna (same)&lt;br /&gt;wing&lt;br /&gt;derrick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-3552477567613804574?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/3552477567613804574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=3552477567613804574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/3552477567613804574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/3552477567613804574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/07/sicks-facts.html' title='Sick&apos;s Facts'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-8582996937246911955</id><published>2008-06-22T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:34:28.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussycat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katy perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>This is catchy and hot......kind of like a Pussycat Doll routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NoKPi8xtyjA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NoKPi8xtyjA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-8582996937246911955?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/8582996937246911955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=8582996937246911955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8582996937246911955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8582996937246911955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-catchy-and-hotkind-of-like.html' title='This is catchy and hot......kind of like a Pussycat Doll routine'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-1956663379230208079</id><published>2008-06-10T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:57:36.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To All My Friendly Laker Haters:</title><content type='html'>Eat shit kiddos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team you want to lose just because your incompetent club couldn't even make it this far is coming back!! All those times you watched them and thought "I hate them, I don't want them to win" the one thing you forgot was that you were watching THEM instead of some shitty team you thought was going to be as good as them. It's ok, we all have our faults but yours happens to be embittering your life with ill will towards a team that will bend your team over and call Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my friends who cry "Foul!" and "Lucky!", I cry "Whiner!" and "Douchebag!" because Boston got the same shit both their wins. We don't call this I'm-a-pussy-that-can't-drive-ball, we call it BASKETBALL! So suck it up and watch as the best player in the game drives to the basket and silences you critics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just to remind the haters...you are cheering for a team consisting of a guy who bangs his head against the end posts every game, an Inglewood native that also won a controversial academy award for his role in "I'm Not Really a Paraplegic", and an Alien! Come on, look at who you're supporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the critics, fuck the haters... we are one win closer to taking this and while it's not over, it's just barely beginning....just watch. You should like the Lakers because your mom does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Farewell Haters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-1956663379230208079?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/1956663379230208079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=1956663379230208079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/1956663379230208079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/1956663379230208079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-all-my-friendly-laker-haters.html' title='To All My Friendly Laker Haters:'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-7560563426927625870</id><published>2008-06-10T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T06:51:16.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon C'mon</title><content type='html'>This song is the shit....and the intro song to Rescue Me, which by the transitive property is the shit also. Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0keUQIJBJx0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0keUQIJBJx0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-7560563426927625870?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/7560563426927625870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=7560563426927625870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7560563426927625870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7560563426927625870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/06/cmon-cmon.html' title='C&apos;mon C&apos;mon'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-7536568379930299060</id><published>2008-05-20T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:45:09.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The nieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gotta love these kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SDMN4EYw5rI/AAAAAAAABSM/gNQUTcvynog/s1600-h/gigialiceci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SDMN4EYw5rI/AAAAAAAABSM/gNQUTcvynog/s400/gigialiceci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202517251444500146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SDMN4UYw5sI/AAAAAAAABSU/SWtrky63J9U/s1600-h/cuties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SDMN4UYw5sI/AAAAAAAABSU/SWtrky63J9U/s400/cuties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202517255739467458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SDMN4kYw5tI/AAAAAAAABSc/Y3hia5rj2vo/s1600-h/giannalamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SDMN4kYw5tI/AAAAAAAABSc/Y3hia5rj2vo/s400/giannalamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202517260034434770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-7536568379930299060?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/7536568379930299060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=7536568379930299060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7536568379930299060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7536568379930299060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/05/nieces.html' title='The nieces'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/SDMN4EYw5rI/AAAAAAAABSM/gNQUTcvynog/s72-c/gigialiceci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-8499924840015368580</id><published>2008-05-14T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:20:01.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Gallagher</title><content type='html'>....is getting married. And he is my age. Wow I used to think that was mad young but he has been with Danielle for like 5 and a half years. I guess I should have seen it coming. He doesn't read this but I'm just giving him props for bein such a dope guy even though we talk only once every few months. Have a good day everyone....and stay tuned for "Attachment=Love: An Intelligent Rebuttal"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-8499924840015368580?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/8499924840015368580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=8499924840015368580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8499924840015368580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8499924840015368580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/05/bryan-gallagher.html' title='Bryan Gallagher'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-7793416238920040618</id><published>2008-04-21T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:03:55.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not unusual to be loved by anyone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sd4C8_FMdjA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sd4C8_FMdjA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-7793416238920040618?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/7793416238920040618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=7793416238920040618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7793416238920040618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7793416238920040618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-not-unusual-to-be-loved-by-anyone.html' title='It&apos;s not unusual to be loved by anyone....'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-8616225617107859601</id><published>2008-04-15T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:09:01.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday Dante</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finna be another good year and we are gonna have great times yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures of you that are mine, so just be satisfied with the post =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 25TH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-8616225617107859601?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/8616225617107859601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=8616225617107859601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8616225617107859601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8616225617107859601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-bday-dante.html' title='Happy Bday Dante'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-5370399025286523735</id><published>2008-04-07T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:03:01.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Westfield'/><title type='text'>This is dope....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_q19x78zTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3Drzg4caIEw/s1600-h/P4011323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_q19x78zTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3Drzg4caIEw/s400/P4011323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186657993851981106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-5370399025286523735?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/5370399025286523735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=5370399025286523735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/5370399025286523735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/5370399025286523735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-dope.html' title='This is dope....'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_q19x78zTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3Drzg4caIEw/s72-c/P4011323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-6479737095676246892</id><published>2008-04-05T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:52:00.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vallejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katrina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SF'/><title type='text'>San Fran Sysqo</title><content type='html'>Some good times with some good peeps....Not going to post ALL the pictures but some. Again sorry to Dee and Dav for not being able to meet up with you guys! Maybe next time....other than that, no regrets at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first stops in SF...Levi's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hcqR78zSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9uzAP3Lwx7o/s1600-h/P4010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hcqR78zSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9uzAP3Lwx7o/s400/P4010027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185996852356238626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sshhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hcRh78zRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HSL77feeIJg/s1600-h/P4010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hcRh78zRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HSL77feeIJg/s400/P4010032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185996427154476306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have heard it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hb0R78zQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_Hd3UhVNHOw/s1600-h/P4010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hb0R78zQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_Hd3UhVNHOw/s400/P4010045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185995924643302658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning on the way to SF on the ferry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hb0B78zPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/JpeAREIraSA/s1600-h/P4020048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hb0B78zPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/JpeAREIraSA/s400/P4020048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185995920348335346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the sights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hbzR78zNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ErIVJMp2IPc/s1600-h/P4020051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hbzR78zNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ErIVJMp2IPc/s400/P4020051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185995907463433426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hbzx78zOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_IILd7hqD7Y/s1600-h/P4020050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hbzx78zOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_IILd7hqD7Y/s400/P4020050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185995916053368034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_haEB78zII/AAAAAAAAAPA/TIGGwBAYNZQ/s1600-h/P4020100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_haEB78zII/AAAAAAAAAPA/TIGGwBAYNZQ/s400/P4020100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185993996202986626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Broadwaaay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_haER78zJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sk4N3EhHb9Y/s1600-h/P4020090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_haER78zJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sk4N3EhHb9Y/s400/P4020090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185994000497953938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where all the action happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_haEh78zKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EISCaHGyBpw/s1600-h/P4020086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_haEh78zKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EISCaHGyBpw/s400/P4020086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185994004792921250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le Morgue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_haEx78zLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HpOZ0tpRDPs/s1600-h/P4020084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_haEx78zLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HpOZ0tpRDPs/s400/P4020084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185994009087888562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we made our way to Ghirardelli Square, but first we....yea I don't know what it is either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_haDx78zHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BNDGM0GB2Os/s1600-h/P4020107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_haDx78zHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BNDGM0GB2Os/s400/P4020107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185993991908019314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many SF street performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hYlx78zGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QYOtQJpcHWc/s1600-h/P4020115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hYlx78zGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QYOtQJpcHWc/s400/P4020115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185992377000316002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah it's an International Spy Shop Drew. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hYlh78zFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cHBidLEBD2M/s1600-h/P4020118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hYlh78zFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cHBidLEBD2M/s400/P4020118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185992372705348690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hYlR78zEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dg5rzOX3WF8/s1600-h/P4020131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hYlR78zEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dg5rzOX3WF8/s400/P4020131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185992368410381378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you go to SF, go to this bar. It was cool, chic inside, and very low-key. My kind of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hYkx78zCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jx7wa8lr0E0/s1600-h/P4020136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hYkx78zCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jx7wa8lr0E0/s400/P4020136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185992359820446754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina and her cousin Carmella. Yeah they get along really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hYlB78zDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KfAZUvOMO4Y/s1600-h/P4020132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hYlB78zDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KfAZUvOMO4Y/s400/P4020132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185992364115414066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next day we did more touristy stuff, and met up with a friend of Drew's, Farrell. Cool pics ensued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hXDB78zBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/sDbxeYDgd8k/s1600-h/P4030146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hXDB78zBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/sDbxeYDgd8k/s400/P4030146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185990680488234002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this from Drew's point and shoot, of his DSLR. The boat is coming out of the lens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hXCh78zAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZTge7jw5xIY/s1600-h/P4030159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hXCh78zAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZTge7jw5xIY/s400/P4030159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185990671898299394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day....we went to a retirement party! Random I know, but it was good food and the people were really nice. I was known as Susan Valenzuela for the duration of the lunch. But not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hXBh78y9I/AAAAAAAAANo/4Yp1r6D8MCk/s1600-h/P4040005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hXBh78y9I/AAAAAAAAANo/4Yp1r6D8MCk/s400/P4040005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185990654718430162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha from the Pusing retirement party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hXBx78y-I/AAAAAAAAANw/iGL3yDbvAJg/s1600-h/P4040001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hXBx78y-I/AAAAAAAAANw/iGL3yDbvAJg/s400/P4040001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185990659013397474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we went to the MOMA (not yours, the Museum Of Modern Art ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hViR78y4I/AAAAAAAAANA/Rfy7xymsrmM/s1600-h/P4040039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hViR78y4I/AAAAAAAAANA/Rfy7xymsrmM/s400/P4040039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185989018335890306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They didn't allow any pics of the exhibits, but I snuck this one in. And then got yelled at by an angry Filipino woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hVih78y5I/AAAAAAAAANI/uUBqWwtViuE/s1600-h/P4040033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hVih78y5I/AAAAAAAAANI/uUBqWwtViuE/s400/P4040033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185989022630857618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma cutchu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hVix78y6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/i8OUi-UBQc4/s1600-h/P4040030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hVix78y6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/i8OUi-UBQc4/s400/P4040030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185989026925824930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple but stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hVjB78y7I/AAAAAAAAANY/MZpufS8RwZc/s1600-h/P4040021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hVjB78y7I/AAAAAAAAANY/MZpufS8RwZc/s400/P4040021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185989031220792242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing was siiick. Kinda hard to explain, but basically a hallway of one-sided mirrors and colored glass. Got so many good pics, but these show the idea of it pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hUcR78y1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/FymkeKgrLsI/s1600-h/P4040056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hUcR78y1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/FymkeKgrLsI/s400/P4040056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185987815745047378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken through glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hUcx78y2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/PvVKqz6q0hk/s1600-h/P4040052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hUcx78y2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/PvVKqz6q0hk/s400/P4040052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185987824334981986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give someone a dollar if they can guess the surface that's reflecting me when I took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hUdB78y3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/cR4AKFXuCsI/s1600-h/P4040041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hUdB78y3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/cR4AKFXuCsI/s400/P4040041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185987828629949298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hUcB78y0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/7vpSCHZdXCo/s1600-h/P4040067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hUcB78y0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/7vpSCHZdXCo/s400/P4040067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185987811450080066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lombard St. We drove down it also. Twas fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hUbx78yzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/s4b2gTD3xmM/s1600-h/P4040068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hUbx78yzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/s4b2gTD3xmM/s400/P4040068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185987807155112754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew at the end of the day, enjoying the fruits of our labor. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hTQx78yuI/AAAAAAAAALw/L2kl2ZrmOUk/s1600-h/P4040080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hTQx78yuI/AAAAAAAAALw/L2kl2ZrmOUk/s400/P4040080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185986518664923874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post more on facebook or something. I'm waiting for the rest of them. Awesomeness. Thanks for looking! Peaces...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-6479737095676246892?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/6479737095676246892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=6479737095676246892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6479737095676246892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6479737095676246892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/04/san-fran-sysqo.html' title='San Fran Sysqo'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R_hcqR78zSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9uzAP3Lwx7o/s72-c/P4010027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-6200579392312814823</id><published>2008-03-12T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:44:25.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sure I understand</title><content type='html'>why it is the way it is, but if that's how it's gotta be then so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-6200579392312814823?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/6200579392312814823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=6200579392312814823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6200579392312814823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6200579392312814823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-not-sure-i-understand.html' title='I&apos;m not sure I understand'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-3211884360182490956</id><published>2008-02-22T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:05:47.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>This will change your life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="225" data="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=714438&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color="&gt; 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And then I went to play it in iTunes just now and um, no, sorry I DON'T HAVE IT. Whatevs, I'm over it. You can just imagine me singing it if you want. I had an insane dream the other night but I don't have time to do it justice right now, cause I'm on my way to work. Sorry but that's all I got time for now. But here, watch this video and enjoy this guy Consequence. Me, anna, brent, and jason met him at the Musiq concert and he was really cool. This vid is siiiick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G4QLLpLbFtA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G4QLLpLbFtA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-6670072806045759676?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/6670072806045759676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=6670072806045759676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6670072806045759676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6670072806045759676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-just-too-good-to-be-true-cant.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re just too good to be true, can&apos;t take my eyes off of you...&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-7230319232390816888</id><published>2008-01-29T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:29:38.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pastrami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reed space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>Big Times in the Good Apple</title><content type='html'>Just a few of the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5-6ASUl8RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CuKG-huZhyA/s1600-h/DSC06481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5-6ASUl8RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CuKG-huZhyA/s400/DSC06481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161048212070854930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first place we ate, after checking in was this place. Best pastrami in town. But that's what every place says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5-6CCUl8SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/834XQBm2tZY/s1600-h/DSC06492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5-6CCUl8SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/834XQBm2tZY/s400/DSC06492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161048242135626018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man o man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5-6CiUl8TI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EozPWAl8Yr4/s1600-h/DSC06494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5-6CiUl8TI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EozPWAl8Yr4/s400/DSC06494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161048250725560626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of crap gave up on me after like 3 hours of use. Didn't have a phone the rest of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_cRyUl8nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/waHKOQ6gPDI/s1600-h/DSC06604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_cRyUl8nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/waHKOQ6gPDI/s400/DSC06604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161085896113910386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yea, the trains are that way. And they are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5-6ECUl8UI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ozA3-JQc8u8/s1600-h/DSC06585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5-6ECUl8UI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ozA3-JQc8u8/s400/DSC06585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161048276495364418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little music in Central Park.....it's so cliche, yet so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b27a3466a9d65431" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db27a3466a9d65431%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330258070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45ABC45D538CF9F32947E0FBE0D86A93AE2D3A0.4625128755CBE87A34501747EFE258728DEAD003%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db27a3466a9d65431%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6jVAopnO7Tign9yNXffg6jdpQyo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db27a3466a9d65431%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330258070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45ABC45D538CF9F32947E0FBE0D86A93AE2D3A0.4625128755CBE87A34501747EFE258728DEAD003%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db27a3466a9d65431%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6jVAopnO7Tign9yNXffg6jdpQyo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes they is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_XpiUl8WI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YBTJ_cd81wY/s1600-h/DSC06511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_XpiUl8WI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YBTJ_cd81wY/s400/DSC06511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161080806577664354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pretty much sums up New York; In the midst of the most up-class parts of town, there is a homeless man....This one looks rich compared to most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_XqCUl8XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8MipZmYXUaI/s1600-h/DSC06512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_XqCUl8XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8MipZmYXUaI/s400/DSC06512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161080815167598962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marites likes her some Modern Art. Jackson Pollack status&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_XqiUl8YI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DEnM0nylor0/s1600-h/DSC06531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_XqiUl8YI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DEnM0nylor0/s400/DSC06531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161080823757533570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This painting is awesome; probably 10' tall and all small boxes laid out in a grid and filled in with different dabs of color to make a large picture from further away.....brilliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_XrCUl8ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ooGd5WRh9Zg/s1600-h/DSC06541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_XrCUl8ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ooGd5WRh9Zg/s400/DSC06541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161080832347468178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are a lot of faces in this photo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_XriUl8aI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2P3y0sLEPxk/s1600-h/DSC06548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_XriUl8aI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2P3y0sLEPxk/s400/DSC06548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161080840937402786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bird's-eye view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_Y6SUl8bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PT7WK7FrUOA/s1600-h/DSC06573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_Y6SUl8bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PT7WK7FrUOA/s400/DSC06573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161082193852101042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The (in)famous Supreme, 274 Lafayette St. That street happened to be one of my favorites in the whole city, but not really because of Supreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_Y7yUl8cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XkJV-DqT_0I/s1600-h/DSC06578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_Y7yUl8cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XkJV-DqT_0I/s400/DSC06578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161082219621904834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stumbled on reed space and I'm so glad I did. I knew about it, know a lot about it's proprietor, know a lot about the wild people that have been involved with it, or Staple Design, but just didn't remember to look up the address. Providence I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_Y8SUl8dI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Y85aJME_6-M/s1600-h/DSC06579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_Y8SUl8dI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Y85aJME_6-M/s400/DSC06579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161082228211839442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_Y9SUl8eI/AAAAAAAAAH4/z7BSy3HDHlY/s1600-h/DSC06580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_Y9SUl8eI/AAAAAAAAAH4/z7BSy3HDHlY/s400/DSC06580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161082245391708642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carnegie plaza at night. Not a good shot, but had to show the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_Y-CUl8fI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Mq2GMMMMnCQ/s1600-h/DSC06583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_Y-CUl8fI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Mq2GMMMMnCQ/s400/DSC06583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161082258276610546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were awesome. Filipino-owned Hot-Dog joint. Recession special. $3.50 buys you 2 dogs and a drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_alCUl8gI/AAAAAAAAAII/W3i33ZZUKJA/s1600-h/DSC06588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_alCUl8gI/AAAAAAAAAII/W3i33ZZUKJA/s400/DSC06588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161084027803136514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I had 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_amiUl8hI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9oFLZKca3pU/s1600-h/DSC06589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_amiUl8hI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9oFLZKca3pU/s400/DSC06589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161084053572940306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 10 steps later we stumbled on White Castle and weren't about to let our bursting stomachs stop us from partaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_anCUl8iI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ptzka6XVznM/s1600-h/DSC06591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_anCUl8iI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ptzka6XVznM/s400/DSC06591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161084062162874914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot was by accident. Still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_aniUl8jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_cWJoZOnHGQ/s1600-h/DSC06593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_aniUl8jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_cWJoZOnHGQ/s400/DSC06593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161084070752809522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_aoCUl8kI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vYALMbwU3-Y/s1600-h/DSC06597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_aoCUl8kI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vYALMbwU3-Y/s400/DSC06597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161084079342744130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohhh, goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_cRCUl8lI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9wyeVwlpuIM/s1600-h/DSC06598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_cRCUl8lI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9wyeVwlpuIM/s400/DSC06598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161085883229008466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't taken the book out of the packaging yet, but I saw some pics from the one in the store and it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_cRiUl8mI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nc4IvVD7z_k/s1600-h/DSC06600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_cRiUl8mI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nc4IvVD7z_k/s400/DSC06600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161085891818943074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing a few musical people, I thought they might enjoy this place...miles of sheet music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_cSSUl8oI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qX5lt6f9aq4/s1600-h/DSC06607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_cSSUl8oI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qX5lt6f9aq4/s400/DSC06607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161085904703844994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aannndddd.......goodbye =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_cUyUl8pI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J29kY-2B0Bw/s1600-h/DSC06615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5_cUyUl8pI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J29kY-2B0Bw/s400/DSC06615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161085947653517970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-7230319232390816888?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b27a3466a9d65431&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/7230319232390816888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=7230319232390816888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7230319232390816888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7230319232390816888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-times-in-good-apple.html' title='Big Times in the Good Apple'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R5-6ASUl8RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CuKG-huZhyA/s72-c/DSC06481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-7267509760747167800</id><published>2008-01-29T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:45:03.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aNY old Time</title><content type='html'>You should go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R571LyUl8QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/V0jcJ7dV5ik/s1600-h/DSC06501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R571LyUl8QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/V0jcJ7dV5ik/s400/DSC06501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160831805848678658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-7267509760747167800?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/7267509760747167800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=7267509760747167800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7267509760747167800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7267509760747167800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2008/01/any-old-time.html' title='aNY old Time'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/R571LyUl8QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/V0jcJ7dV5ik/s72-c/DSC06501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-6344041442918187618</id><published>2008-01-07T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:38:04.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunchy-style, deep fried.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xOOzY37DctA&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xOOzY37DctA&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-6344041442918187618?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/6344041442918187618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=6344041442918187618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/7486591578658609518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=7486591578658609518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7486591578658609518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7486591578658609518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-what-happens-when-i-dont-go.html' title='This is what happens when I don&apos;t go home...'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-958169415515205562</id><published>2007-12-20T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T01:07:16.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really farewell.</title><content type='html'>Hey so I'm not officially moving my blog, because my new blog is not about me, but I am not going to be posting on this one as much. So if you want to comment or something then feel free but don't look here and think "man, Joe, why don't you update??" Because then I will say to you, "I told you so!.....Bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rituelle.blogspot.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-958169415515205562?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/958169415515205562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=958169415515205562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/958169415515205562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/958169415515205562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-really-farewell.html' title='Not really farewell.'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-5225135721743180019</id><published>2007-10-22T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:53:40.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never thought....</title><content type='html'>-I would be where I am (but that's what makes it awesome)&lt;br /&gt;-I would have so much love in my life&lt;br /&gt;-I wouldn't be able to shake it no matter how bad it is&lt;br /&gt;-I would want so badly to make other people happy and have them reciprocate so fully&lt;br /&gt;-I'd have the opportunity that I have right now&lt;br /&gt;-I would have all the feelings that I do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would have thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trio is back in full effect. And it was good. hahahaha. So what are peoples plans for T'anksgiving and beyond? I hear plans about some Liwanag gala thing, that sounds fun. But I don't know what's happening with it so we shall see. And how about Christmas? any plans for that? I don't have any as of yet because I need to figure out when I am going home for sure. But when I do I will know how all that is going to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This survey was kinda fun so Im done for now. Peaces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Wrath&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Who did you last get angry with?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Some girl I worked with this weekend....bitch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is your weapon of choice?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A knife so I can cutchu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ohh trick question! All the men saying no right now should re-evaluate their answer because what if she is kicking you in the BALLS?? Yea I would hit a girl for suuure in the right circumstances!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How about the same sex?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I hit some guy tonight I think...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Who was the last person who got really angry at you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I don't recall but I apologize if it was my fault. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is your pet peeve?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"Hey, what's wrong with my iPod??"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I let stuff go fairly quickly I think, but I have no patience for people the next time they piss me off.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Sloth&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is one thing you're suppose to do daily that you haven't?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Say my prayers, eat well, work out, the list goooes on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is the latest you've ever woken up?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I think from sleeping at a reasonable hour, like 1pm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;My family, in particular Luke and Vanessa, among others&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is the last lame excuse that you made?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"No one told me the womens restroom was for ONLY women!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Some of those are amazing!! They're cutting cement with a knife!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock this morning?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I didn't, I woke up before my alarm...HA!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Gluttony&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ketel-1 and tonic (usually like 8 bux)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Are you a meat eater?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I dont eat enough greens actually.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I think 9.5 drinks in just under 1 hour&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Are you comfortable with your drinking and eating habits?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Not my eating habits but I dont think I drink too much....or enough for that matter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you enjoy candy and sweets?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I want some just reading about them&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Which do you prefer: sweets, salty foods or spicy foods?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sweets&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought, "lunch"?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;only my younger niece&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Greed&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How many credit cards do you own?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;just a debit card. NO DEBT BABY!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;start my own business, give a bunch to my family, go on a cruise, and propose to someone just to see if they would marry me for money&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Would you rather be rich or famous?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I think they go hand in hand but I guess rich&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Would you accept a boring job if it meant that you would make megabucks?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;as long as I was off 345 days out of the year to use those megabucks then yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Pride&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What's one thing that you have done that you're most proud of?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;proud in a bad way? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What's one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;stayed away from them. hahaha jk, I would have to ask but I think they're proud of my friends (congrats)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What thing would you like to accomplish late in your life?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;making it to late in my life&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no coming second is something to be proud of. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;like the special olympics? yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever cheated to get a better score?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yea....a lot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What did you do today that you're proud of?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;blogging. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Lust&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies, family, strippers, locker rooms)?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4 streakers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How many people have seen you naked (not counting physicians, doctors, family, locker rooms, or when you were a young child)?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no one? Im hoping. and no, mel has not.....fucker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a person of your chosen sex during a normal conversation?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I usually carry on a conversation with crotches. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is your favorite body part of a person of your gender choice?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;the way I answer this determines whether I'm a "pig" or "cute". But yea I'm a TNA kind of guy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever had sexual encounters (including kissing/making out) with multiple persons?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hahahahaha no. man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Envy&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What item of your friends would you most want to have for your own?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;probably a pair of shoes of brenton's or Len's. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Kathee Barrera so I could see her face when she reacted to my place and how "ridiculous" I am&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;If you could be anyone who existed in the world, who would you be?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Someone holy so I knew how  it's like to have God with me all the time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;like in a test? oh THAT kind of cheating....no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;like mine was changed? probably my voice cause I sound reeee dick you less&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sexiness. I see it in so many people like Will that it kills me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;What deadly sin...&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you do the most often?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lust. I am a man after all.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you do the least often?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pride&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Is your favorite to act on?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wrath......getting angry is awesome&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com/view-survey.php?id=544" title="Seven Deadly Sins Survey"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; or other &lt;a href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com" title="MySpace Surveys"&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com" title="MySpace Surveys"&gt;PimpSurveys.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-5225135721743180019?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/5225135721743180019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=5225135721743180019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/5225135721743180019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/5225135721743180019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-never-thought.html' title='I never thought....'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-6932956846384592601</id><published>2007-10-02T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:03:19.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexington</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So this is my first blog from the new place! Wow, weird. My parents were surprised I was moving so “quickly”, even though it’s been a full year since we moved into Baker. I don’t know how this new place is yet, but it has the potential to be really nice, and it’s a little more spacious than Baker, contrary to what I first thought. This past week was pretty busy; Vegas from Thursday night to Friday morning, followed by D&amp;amp;B’s for my coworker’s birthday, then on Saturday I spent the day packing and cleaning Baker and worked on that until about 430am Sunday morning. I made some time to go show Dumo how to set up the flags for MOTP. Oh yea, MOTP was on Sunday! Man o man did that bring back lots of stressed out memories! No one did it at mass so I’m doing it now, but here’s a mad shoutout to the man of the hour, the big kahuna, naturally sexy DERRICK DUMO! I think only a few people understand how difficult what you pulled off was, and it was probably harder for you without as much help from older generations Im sorry! But you did it, and it was beautiful. He is happy also Im sure. I mean it is MASS after all! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But anyways, I’m actually writing this from Word because my internet isn’t set up yet, but it should be by around 230-3ish this afternoon (I’m writing this at 1pm 10/01/2007 by the way). Oh, writing the date reminds me….HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARITES!! Wow, you’re old enough to do lot’s of cool stuff now! Like get my underage girlfriend into D&amp;amp;B’s! Hahaha jk, but forreal you’re amazing my friend and I hope you have a great day! It was fun helping you cook all that food yesterday, or I guess watching Wolfe cook all that food hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is nothing else really going on with me, except being really confused about a lot of different things. I don’t know what to think about it. It’s not GOOD I know that, but is it all bad? I dunno. I can learn from everything I guess. It will end up hurting me for sure though if I don’t take care of it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Speaking of which, I have neglected my health for too long and I need to do something about it soon because I am really out of shape. I’m not the kind of person who says “oh Im so fat!” when it’s not true, but I AM much heavier than I used to be and I have all those bad side effects like breathing heavy after lifting my glass to drink, I can’t walk more than a few yards before I start thinking “ok I’m done for the week”. I have a treadmill in my new place so maybe I will take advantage of that. I would love to, but it’s in Wolfe’s room right now and we don’t have room for it anywhere else. I’ll figure it out. Gotta get in shape. But there’s things that go along with that, like eating well, so I need to make sure I eat healthy foods also. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[EDIT]- So it’s 5:30pm and the internet still isn’t set up so I think I’ll post this either late tonight, or maybe even tomorrow! Anyways, oh well. It’s ok. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]- It's 12:02 am and I'm posting this now. I have nothing to add cause I am boring. Have a good night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-6932956846384592601?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/6932956846384592601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=6932956846384592601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6932956846384592601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6932956846384592601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/10/sexington.html' title='Sexington'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-6741886239144989936</id><published>2007-09-20T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:52:09.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kathee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pear cider'/><title type='text'>I now understand.....</title><content type='html'>that my hard work doesn't mean shit to the powers that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I have a lot of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I can still do it, I just need to focus a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that despite anger and frustration clouding my judgment sometimes, I am blessed by your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way I've taken is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, Im so fuckin pissed. I hate the fact that I work my ass off like forreal all the time, at the expense of everyone and I end up looking like a total ass, not ever available to anyone and all that hard work goes unappreciated at work, and takes up so much of my time I don't get my other shit done. I probably use it as an excuse too often, saying I don't have time to do anything but then on my days off I don't do shit. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I had to get slapped sometime. Im just glad it was the experience and not someone forreal cause I don't take that well. And I don't mean actual slapping cause I dunno how I would take that, but in the metaphoric sense I don't take getting slapped by people well. Call it my defense mechanism if you want, but if you tell me I did something wrong I will probably just make fun of you. Yea real mature i know. I don't think this will help me to be very patient with you so if I am not patient with you, you can blame me just this once, but after today it's always your fault again ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to my bitching. Some of you heard more than others but I dont appreciate those others less, cause they still listened. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I dont even feel bad about sounding like a bitch cause I had a shitty day. We all deserve to bitch a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a good day today. I really do. I hope everyone is having a great week!!! I should have put this at the beginning, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERWIN AND ANGIE!!! Much love my friends, can't believe it's already been like 3 years!! Have a great 22nd/23rd!! And since I won't blog again for a while Ill say happy bday to Kathee and Kaylene also!!! Man o man, I remember 2 years ago like it was 2 years ago! Good restaurant in Fullerton, with lots of good food and Kathee's former favorite Pear Cider. I think she was surprised I offered to buy for her. The only reason I brought that up is cause I always remember that fondly as the first time I felt really cool cause I was invited to a bday occasion. That's all. No reminiscing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I'm sorry that I started this off pissy, but I'm glad I spoke with people while writing so I could end on a much more positive note. Have a great day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-6741886239144989936?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/6741886239144989936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=6741886239144989936' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6741886239144989936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6741886239144989936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-now-understand.html' title='I now understand.....'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-4137486669501966480</id><published>2007-08-17T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T02:14:17.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take one off, add one on</title><content type='html'>This title applies to every aspect of my life right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A worry&lt;br /&gt;A friend&lt;br /&gt;An expense&lt;br /&gt;A frustration&lt;br /&gt;An anger&lt;br /&gt;A laugh&lt;br /&gt;A frown&lt;br /&gt;A hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case people think I'm being emo, I'm not because those are positives.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna play a little game of word association or something like that. Here are the rules: I need to type without any breaks longer than 10 seconds or I need to stop altogether. I will write a word then hit the enter key and begin typing whatever comes to mind next. Hopefully this isn't lame because the last rule is I HAVE to post this, no matter how bad it is. Ok here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pig&lt;br /&gt;mud&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;walk&lt;br /&gt;jesus&lt;br /&gt;mary&lt;br /&gt;martha&lt;br /&gt;bible&lt;br /&gt;brimstone&lt;br /&gt;preacher&lt;br /&gt;old&lt;br /&gt;big&lt;br /&gt;tall&lt;br /&gt;man&lt;br /&gt;woman&lt;br /&gt;hot&lt;br /&gt;cold&lt;br /&gt;heater&lt;br /&gt;chil&lt;br /&gt;A/C&lt;br /&gt;car&lt;br /&gt;walk&lt;br /&gt;south coast&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;sony&lt;br /&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;drew&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;kole&lt;br /&gt;everyone&lt;br /&gt;interfaith&lt;br /&gt;miss&lt;br /&gt;absent&lt;br /&gt;class&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;senior&lt;br /&gt;citizen&lt;br /&gt;country&lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;br /&gt;american&lt;br /&gt;lumberjack&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;asphalt&lt;br /&gt;sdfbvahbv&lt;br /&gt;adsvhbaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that means I finished. hmm that lasted longer than I thought it would. I almost ran out of words like 6 words down then I started throwing them up hahaha. Anyways, hope you all hate this post! Have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-4137486669501966480?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/4137486669501966480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=4137486669501966480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/4137486669501966480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/4137486669501966480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/08/take-one-off-add-one-on.html' title='Take one off, add one on'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-4252856931236876873</id><published>2007-08-15T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:25:30.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Why is it everyone's hurting right now? I feel so useless right now. I can't comfort anyone or be there for anyone. And those people I can help aren't letting me. I just hope everyone's ok. It seriously looks like a total shit-storm for some people. Prayers all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Assumption Day and don't forget to go to church today cause that's what all the cool kids do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain: the gift no one wants. Thats the title of a book some people in hs had to read. I never did, but now I kinda wish I had so I might have something to say to people that are looking for answers. But I guess people in pain don't want to know its a gift, they just want to know when it's going to stop. Well hopefully I can answer 'soon' for everyone, but time will tell I guess. Props to those helping everyone right now. And props to those dealing with it. God's there for you in the rare event I can't be. and He's there all the time anyways but you knew that. Ugh ok I need to go. Have a better day than I'm leaving you with. I've never felt so useless in my life hahaha. Have a good night y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep it real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-4252856931236876873?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/4252856931236876873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=4252856931236876873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/4252856931236876873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/4252856931236876873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/08/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-823969844502898653</id><published>2007-08-05T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:53:18.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak Fun</title><content type='html'>So I had a really good weak week. How bout you guys? I hope it was good. Thanks for all the well-wishes this past week and thanks for coming out to my dinner. It was good. Food is good. Sample BJ's anyone? I had one. Twas gooood. I had an extended celebration on Thursday when Jason, Brenton, Anna and I went to see Musiq Soulchild at the Grove in Anaheim. That place is awesome. So is he. I think he became a soprano at some points. It was that high. Anyways, we all got to meet him afterwards and take pictures with him and I even got some shoes signed by him hahaha. It was a little crazy. Some people laughed at me. I laughed back and said they were jealous. They looked sad. We met the opening act also, his name is Consequence and he's really good. I didn't know until later that he is like something major. He was on a few of Kanye's tracks. Too bad we didn't take pictures with him cause he was cool and we talked to him for a few minutes. Then on friday I just worked and Brentowens picked wtfme up from my apartment and we rolled to mesa court to see some LOG peeps play ball. I didn't play cause I was tired, but Owens played a bit, and after a little while me him and the big 3D rolled to brents apt to get ready for the night's festivities. We picked up the Lizzard at Shawshank and rolled to the OC Fair. Man that place was poppin. Like forreal. Sooo many people. At that thing we watched a bunch of cool people walk around then we watched a cool guy draw in sand, then watched a cool kid tie his shoe, and then we watched Derrick win a stuffed animal. After all that watching, we actually did some stuff too. Like walking. It wasn't exciting but it was cool to hook up, hang out, and just chill. I was hoping I would win a freakin mini motorcycle or something but Im not good at fair games. The only games I can win at have prizes like weird looking animals no one knows the names of, or even better, a free second turn. But its ok. I don't go to fairs to win things. I go to fairs to ride rides. We rode one ride last night. I don't remember the name of that crazy coaster. Wait now I do. It was called Crazy Coaster. I thought a better name would have been "LadyBugs with Sperm on Their Backs" cause thats what the cars looked like. Some people weren't stoked about it. But brenton and I kept it real and led the charge on the ride. We had fun, nuff said. All in all a great week full of surprises (thanks), fun times (thanks again) and hot people (thank me...jk). Hope all of you guys are doing well and all, but I'm about to fall asleep cause I've been working on this blog for a bit. I'll leave you with 2 memorable moments from this week both captured with my phone, one on Thursday night with Musiq, the other an hour ago on my couch. Thanks again and have a great Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the sickest live shows ever, followed by meeting a damn cool guy none other than....(not brenton, but he's cool too)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/RrWdJlrSTPI/AAAAAAAAABs/s-v8LJdrgU4/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/RrWdJlrSTPI/AAAAAAAAABs/s-v8LJdrgU4/s400/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095151341497634034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pair of shoes I got signed by Musiq look really cool. All the hypebeasts at the concert thought so too. Thanks brenton, anna and derrick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/RrWdJlrSTQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qt32Jz-2dq4/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/RrWdJlrSTQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qt32Jz-2dq4/s400/DSC00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095151341497634050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-823969844502898653?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/823969844502898653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=823969844502898653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/823969844502898653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/823969844502898653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/08/weak-fun.html' title='Weak Fun'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/RrWdJlrSTPI/AAAAAAAAABs/s-v8LJdrgU4/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-936747629898911394</id><published>2007-07-17T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:56:28.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres a clamor and you're whispering!</title><content type='html'>There's something about sitting on a leather couch without a shirt that reminds me of.....yea it doesn't remind me of anything, Im just sitting on my couch without a shirt. I'm really glad I don't have work today cause that makes the rest of my day a whole lot less active and hence better. I might head over to the Lab or something later but for now I'm content to just sit and watch the Tour de France. It is one exciting event, even if it's just biking. All the british commentators getting into it. And the fans on the road. I want to see it once at least. That would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure what else there is to do today. I might go to the meeting tonight, I might go to hang out with some friends. I don't know yet. I feel like I have a lot more than a day off though. Which is cool. Does anyone have any ideas? well everyone who reads this will tell me to go to the meeting tonight. So I guess I'll do that. I want to watch Transformers. Should I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Does having a laptop on your lap really decrease a man's fertility?&lt;br /&gt;Cause if it does I am so screwed. I've had it on my lap all morning. Am I killing potential Einsteins and Martin Luther King Jrs? I doubt it cause Im not Jewish or African American. That also makes me wonder if Kathy Bernabe is killing potential Mother Teresas or Eleanor Roosevelts cause she had her "lappy" on her "tummy". I don't think she is doing that either cause shes not Indian or a horse. And yes, I know Mother Teresa was not Indian, and Ms Roosevelt was not a horse. It's only a metaphor. Or is it a simile? I don't remember. But be warned women, you may be killing your limited supply of eggs by spending your time online talking to people you dont need to. But don't take my word for it. I'm no doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Ms Yee Yun and she got me all excited about eating a burger for lunch. And not like a Del Classic Burger. I mean a serious burger. So Im gonna go to TK I think. Mmmm. Thanks Jill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done posting. I nominated this post for most boring in life. So vote by leaving a comment. Let me know how lame I am hahahaha. Just kidding. Have a good Tuesday everyone! take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-936747629898911394?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/936747629898911394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=936747629898911394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/936747629898911394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/936747629898911394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-clamor-and-youre-whispering_17.html' title='Theres a clamor and you&apos;re whispering!'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-1154361038470536419</id><published>2007-07-05T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T07:32:05.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clap Your Hands</title><content type='html'>you guys ever sing that song as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you just sing that over and over and over? Yea I remember that song. Especially now that I have songs stuck in my head again. I need to get all my music back. I'll figure it out. Today is my last day of work before a 3 day weekend. I need it. I enjoy my job and I get along with everyone, but when you work there so much and with the same people too much, you start to realize you hate them. Ok not hate them, but you need a break. THAT was an over-reaction. Alright this blog needs to be short cause I have to leave for work in 30 minutes, but I just wanted to try to keep this business updated more often, now that I have the means to. Hope everyone is doin ok and has a great weekend, 2 or 3 days. See some of you soon. Peaces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-1154361038470536419?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/1154361038470536419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=1154361038470536419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/1154361038470536419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/1154361038470536419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/07/clap-your-hands.html' title='Clap Your Hands'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-7060267864108382888</id><published>2007-07-02T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T02:16:58.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all, this is my second post in only 1 week. Craziness I tell you. I was motivated by the fact that I got a NEW COMPUTER!! Man, I've been hyping this more than some people have hyped their 21st Birthdays. Lol jk. Anyways, here are some pics from Warped tour, as well as some random ones. Im competing with brenton right now for Best Pics on a Blog. I don't know if its a real award but it should be. For those who didnt make it to warped tour, don't feel bad. You just missed like 6 or 7 good concerts for 45 bux. Nothing major. Anyways, it's late and I have to open tomorrow. Ill talk to you all later. Peaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Roi_L417cZI/AAAAAAAAABE/OjvIlYhIm2U/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082522390445650322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Roi_L417cZI/AAAAAAAAABE/OjvIlYhIm2U/s400/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Meg and Dia of the band Meg &amp; Dia (clever huh?) They're hot and talented. 'Nuff Said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Roi_L417caI/AAAAAAAAABM/M9gdtNLiKEw/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082522390445650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Roi_L417caI/AAAAAAAAABM/M9gdtNLiKEw/s400/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These guys are some of the best performers ever. Hands down one of the best 5 song outside sets ever. Go Anberlin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Roi_L417cbI/AAAAAAAAABU/ndmlj_9DbHQ/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082522390445650354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Roi_L417cbI/AAAAAAAAABU/ndmlj_9DbHQ/s400/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K-OS, holdin it down. This guy had sound problems at the end of his set and instead of wasting time trying to fix it, he stopped the band and freestyles about warped tour for us. It was dope to say the least.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Roi_MI17ccI/AAAAAAAAABc/6pR8WXO1wEo/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082522394740617666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Roi_MI17ccI/AAAAAAAAABc/6pR8WXO1wEo/s400/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My insanely good looking niece doing funny faces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Roi_MI17cdI/AAAAAAAAABk/gdssLJ9vy-Q/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082522394740617682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Roi_MI17cdI/AAAAAAAAABk/gdssLJ9vy-Q/s400/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two most insanely good looking relatives gracing the earth. She kept trying to grab the phone but she always calls people by accident.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you have it. The mad skills of my personal camera. ie my phone. take care. k.i.r.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-7060267864108382888?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/7060267864108382888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=7060267864108382888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7060267864108382888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7060267864108382888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Roi_L417cZI/AAAAAAAAABE/OjvIlYhIm2U/s72-c/DSC00039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-5325890273015307879</id><published>2007-06-28T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:32:05.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brenton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keep it real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KIR'/><title type='text'>What it do baby boo?!?!</title><content type='html'>so this is Joey Crack reporting live from the front line of......nothing. Just so you all know I have been on hiatus for no reason other than I've been too lazy to write another one. I dont like just writing things cause my life is not that interesting, but Ill think of finding a picture or inappropriate survey to take and then posting it after Im done speaking cause a picture/survey says a thousand words. Unless the survey is only 459 words and then it only says 459 words, but the picture is still at 1000. I got lazy the second time around and didnt write out the word for 1000, but then I spelled 2nd out like the word so i guess I saved some then wasted some. Not to mention the effort wasted on this sentence. I have been trying to figure out what I want to do more in life, be sexy, or be cool, and I realized just recently that when I keep it real, I am both sexy AND cool cause keeping it real is the only way to go. K.I.R. as I like to say. So all you corny cats out there are having a bad influence on me cause you know that being corny and not caring is the most gangsta way to keep it real. I know I talk a lot, but I mean it when I say I can't find it in me to be corny. My friends think I will change when my situation changes, but I still think I'm gonna be a man's man. It's in my green blood to be this way. Im not hating on how other people do it cause its working better for them in most cases how they do it, than its workin for me doin it the way I do right now, but that doesnt matter. I just made like 0 sense but it's all good.  Like I said. K.I.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one shoutout this time and it's for my no-longer-co-manager Shane Oh. He left the game at the peak of his, but many props for leavin with your head up bro. Always got yo back. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;::end shoutouts::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in Brenton withdrawal these past few days. Im not gonna deny it (KIR). Everyone says they're happy for him and shit. Whatever. I want that son of a bitch back. Call me selfish, I don't care. Ill be the selfish one with his friend back in town! Hahaha jk Brent, Im happy you goin over there, seein my people, watchin how we live and gettin to know how you can please me even more ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna make up questions to a quiz since I cant find any worthy of putting on here (ie Im too lazy to look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do You Keep it Real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How many times have you cried in the past month?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Grown men don't cry....but I do, cause I keep it real. 3 weeks ago. That's             right. But not really, cause I don't lie either. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you ever say corny things or speak like a woman?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Hell no! I keep myself real at all times by being a man cause thats what             God made me to be! Plus I sound like an ugly woman.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you own any films that you found in the "Romantic Comedy" section?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Only the good ones, like Love Actually cause it makes women AND men            laugh. Plus you get to see the sexiest Kim Bauer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever wanted to cry tears of joy when you saw someone do             something amazing?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Not until F/U/G. And I almost did. What the F/U/G??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you regret any time you have kept it real ("When Keepin it Real Goes     Wrong")?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;To regret would not be real because regret is for poosees. Also, I heard             regret makes your manhood shrink. But thats just what I heard&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) How many times have you been asked to keep it real?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I am never asked. I live it. Anyone who asks this of me does not know me        and therefore does not command the proper respect from me. Plus no               one is lame enough to ask this question of me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you think making your own quiz is lame?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Probably, but after all my talk about being true and keepin shit real, I                 better stick to my guns and do what's necessary!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many times more real is Brenton than you?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Let me count the ways....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) How many times more real is Jack Bauer than you?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Only slightly less than Brenton.     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is the title of this blog keepin it real status?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Yes because Snoop Dee Oh Double Gee says that same thing to Nicole             Schwerzingernator at the beginning of the Buttons video and                             EVERYTHING on that video keeps it on the real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So that's that everyone I hope I did enough to show you how cool everyone I know is. Oh and dont forget to....yea you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-5325890273015307879?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/5325890273015307879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=5325890273015307879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/5325890273015307879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/5325890273015307879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-it-do-baby-boo.html' title='What it do baby boo?!?!'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-6403166242656265479</id><published>2007-05-25T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:28:21.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is the first time I've blogged in a long time....again....and Im trying to see if it's gonna be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I haven't been doing anything. I just work, watch tv, then hang out. It's not a bad life. But not really eventful. I guess Im trying to do more eventful things with my life, like getting a car and a whore to have fun with. Ok NOT a whore, cause that might be awks (that's kathy for 'awkward'), but just a companion. Someone who doesnt have to put up with my crap like brenton and anna. hahaha jk. Speaking of brenton, he is mad zexy. And speaking of anna, she is one cool girl. I wish I could be one of their friends. Anyways, Im lame and cant think of anything to say. I wish I did. I am trying to get this blog more interesting by putting crap in it. Like DNA profiles. But not really. I noticed Im really easily annoyed again. Like I want to punch most people in the face at least once in the short time that Im with them. I don't like being weird and wanting to punch everyone. But Im kinda kidding. I dont want to punch you. I just want to punch your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am gonna finish this blog with something I stole from Franny's blog, the DNA profile thingy so I hope it suffices for now. Have a good one everyone. I know Im lame so dont bother telling me hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340" height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-37B19502.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=...because I like girls....and clothes&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7DDFC154.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=I gave you power&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2B750FCD.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=a little cream on a berry&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4811A17.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=god bless the empty road&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=this is like the wolf-man&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5D5D2679.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=scratches!!&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-795C1F3D.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=mmmm.....&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-E26BA3F.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=just think of the things we could do....&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=wiggle your toes, if you got lots of hoes&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_3124B621.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=GOOAAALLLLLL&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2D00D6DF.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=I want to go to Europa&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5F62B222.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=only the hard stuff...and thats what she said too&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_26CFB92A.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=urban jungle&amp;moodlabel=SOFISTICAT&amp;amp;lovelabel=TOUCHY FEELY&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=900767-77d1&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=900767-77d1&amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-6403166242656265479?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/6403166242656265479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=6403166242656265479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6403166242656265479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6403166242656265479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-this-is-first-time-ive-blogged-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-3354160586845063462</id><published>2007-03-30T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:55:24.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mer-man! [high-pitched cough] MER-MANNN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1cVUxgAHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gAlclES1V2E/s1600-h/DSC09116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047792278775529586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1cVUxgAHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gAlclES1V2E/s400/DSC09116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-3354160586845063462?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/3354160586845063462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=3354160586845063462' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/3354160586845063462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/3354160586845063462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/03/mer-man-high-pitched-cough-mer-mannn.html' title='Mer-man! [high-pitched cough] MER-MANNN!'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1cVUxgAHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gAlclES1V2E/s72-c/DSC09116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-8951826469032987379</id><published>2007-03-30T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:49:00.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jungle fever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1bjkxgAGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eOZP0xtWZnE/s1600-h/DSC09722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047791424077037666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1bjkxgAGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eOZP0xtWZnE/s400/DSC09722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-8951826469032987379?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/8951826469032987379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=8951826469032987379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8951826469032987379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8951826469032987379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/03/jungle-fever.html' title='jungle fever...'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1bjkxgAGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eOZP0xtWZnE/s72-c/DSC09722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-8624433883024200111</id><published>2007-03-30T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:04:48.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>most honest reaction ever caught on film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1Ql0xgAFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/602gNgEtPzo/s1600-h/DSC06274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047779368103837778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1Ql0xgAFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/602gNgEtPzo/s400/DSC06274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-8624433883024200111?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/8624433883024200111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=8624433883024200111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8624433883024200111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8624433883024200111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/03/most-honest-reaction-ever-caught-on.html' title='most honest reaction ever caught on film'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1Ql0xgAFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/602gNgEtPzo/s72-c/DSC06274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-784416656766222419</id><published>2007-03-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:52:20.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't ever do this again.... thanks.  love, everybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1OJUxgAEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lN5dHPOXZ2M/s1600-h/joe2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047776679454310466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1OJUxgAEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lN5dHPOXZ2M/s400/joe2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-784416656766222419?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/784416656766222419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=784416656766222419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/784416656766222419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/784416656766222419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-ever-do-this-again-thanks-love.html' title='don&apos;t ever do this again.... thanks.  love, everybody'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1OJUxgAEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lN5dHPOXZ2M/s72-c/joe2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-8704191108073746287</id><published>2007-03-30T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:31:24.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mel gets away again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1JIExgADI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6AawnHH1h5s/s1600-h/DSC02786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047771160421335090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1JIExgADI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6AawnHH1h5s/s400/DSC02786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-8704191108073746287?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/8704191108073746287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=8704191108073746287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8704191108073746287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8704191108073746287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/03/mel-gets-away-again.html' title='mel gets away again...'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/Rg1JIExgADI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6AawnHH1h5s/s72-c/DSC02786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-5122163231933424688</id><published>2007-03-29T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T10:51:09.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to Get By</title><content type='html'>Sup kids, hope you didn't miss me....wait I don't do anything anyways so nm, you couldnt have missed me. Im just chillin here at the apt on my day off and I said I wasnt gonna do anything today but look what was in store for me, I was actually productive kind of. I woke up at like 845 or so in the am and decided I needed to clean cause my part of the room is out of control. So I went into the living room and watched a movie. Yea, I know, thats not watchin a movie but thats what happened before I really did anything. anyways, it was that movie 16 Blocks with Bruce "big willie" Willis, and Mows Deaf, that really good emcee from some place in Brooklyn called New York. Wait I got that backwards. Anyways, it was pretty good, Moze Deff is a really good actor for a rapper, or is he a good rapper for an actor? I don't think Ill ever know the answer to that question. After that I cleaned up my heap of a mess and organized a bunch of shit. When mel gets home he might not notice a lot but I think its a lot better so at least Im happy. Haha jk, I care about mel's opinion too, maybe like 34% of the time. Anyways Ive just been doing laundry and deciding how to organize myself better, especially financially because Im still just going paycheck to paycheck and I havent been able to save a lot because of student loans, and rent and all the other things that build up but it's ok, Ill get it worked out so I start saving a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with my laundry now, which means Im not gonna do anything else today. mel. I am going to do my taxes this week so I hope I get some money back! yeeaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;edit&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finishing this blog now, the morning after I started it, but thats ok cause who's really waiting on it anyways? I am about to go to work but I just realized how productive I was yesterday and wanted to tell everyone. My room is actually kinda clean now. woot. I wish I had a maid to do this crap! Mel just creeped me out cause he asked me if I had ever woken up, and then I turned to answer and his crotch almost rested on my shoulder. I was NOT excited about that I can tell. I get worried that mel isnt interested in girls anymore cause he pursues me so much, what should I do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I need to go to work, but remember everyone; God is watching you. Hahaha jk, but not really cause He is. I wonder if God watches certain people more cause they amuse him more...hahaha juss keddin again. Anyways, have a great weekend y'all, I'll be spending mine working and then singing so I hope yours is exciing also. But not exciting like, you know, in THAT way. Just fun exciting. But that can be exciting also if...........ok Im done.&lt;br /&gt;g2g&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;br /&gt;rotfl&lt;br /&gt;stfu&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-5122163231933424688?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/5122163231933424688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=5122163231933424688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/5122163231933424688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/5122163231933424688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-to-get-by.html' title='Just to Get By'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-8526080757950434142</id><published>2007-03-27T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T03:09:40.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I recycle all my complaints because Im too blessed to really have anything to bitch about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02:57] spencerchild6: I think its national vague blogs day btw&lt;br /&gt;[02:57] annanymouslizard: HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;[02:57] annanymouslizard: BLOG THAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-8526080757950434142?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/8526080757950434142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=8526080757950434142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8526080757950434142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/8526080757950434142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-i-recyle-all-my-complaints.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-3573306409650412490</id><published>2007-03-13T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:21:06.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallo</title><content type='html'>Alright, just so I dont get in the bad habit of posting to have people respond to my posts, Im gonna say wassup real quick again. I am almost on the way out the door for work so I need to rush a little, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing pretty ok, but I still am just kinda going through the daily grind....I need to LIVE hahaha. I talked to a few people last night that I havent in a while, that was cool, and I also texted/IMed a few people I havent spoken with in a while either. Hope you are all doing well! I am working a lot this week but we're finally getting someone hired to help out so hopefully, within a month or so I can start taking sundays off and singing or something again. Yea I miss that. mmmm....singing. haha. anyways I dunno what Im bringing to potluck tonight if anything, so hit me up if you have ideas for me. I get off work at 630 so that means very little, if any, prep time. Hit me up! I hope y'all are doing well and Im prayin to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. -Aaliyah (sp?) Elizabeth Darr was born in the wee hours of March 9th!!! So yay for my sister on her second child and the good health they're all blessed with! peace and love y'all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-3573306409650412490?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/3573306409650412490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=3573306409650412490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/3573306409650412490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/3573306409650412490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/03/hallo.html' title='Hallo'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-6203766611475214118</id><published>2007-02-28T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T01:35:37.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months</title><content type='html'>Well, I know it's been more than 2 months but I guess I was just takin a little time "away from it all" or whatever. Not sure &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; why I didn't post for so long but a big part of it was laziness Im sure. I kinda want to apologize for being so unavailable to everyone these past months, I think it's funny how I think Im losing touch with everyone and wonder why no one is hanging out anymore and then I realize I am drowning myself in work and Im not making time to do any hanging out anyways. Stupid Joe hahaha. Anyways, not a whole lot has been happening these past months, just a lot of work and stupid drama at work. Yesterday I almost flipped out cause one of my managers badmouthed me behind my back to the other managers, after I help her out more than anyone. But I got over it. She's mean, big whoop. It will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss so many of you. I don't know how to balance my life. I am trying to come back every week and be the same person I was the week before but that's kinda hard when you feel different every week anyways. Im not in a bad place at all I don't think, don't misinterpret this post, I just think I have no idea what place Im in to begin with, so it makes seeing the blessings around you a little more difficult. I am thankful still for my job, for my roommates who have been good to me, for everyone who texts or calls me randomly to keep me in the loop. I wish I had the guts to call you guys and just say hi instead of feeling sorry for myself hahaha. But I do what I can. I also don't really realize how busy other people are cause I assume I'm one of the more busy people. Typical selfish status hahaha. I wonder what I could do instead to be more productive instead of feeling sorry for myself....give me any ideas you might have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be with people all the time, or at least talking online a lot, but that's all changed since starting work and having my computer die on me. Yea I know, so sad. Im using mel's computer to blog right now, but I feel bad using it for much more. I don't even chat with it anymore. I am so used to being available to hang out I don't know what to think when I can't. But its ok. I think the worst part is I tend to think Im the only one really having a hard time, and then I wake up and look around and realize I shouldn't complain at all with my situation. I just need to learn how to cherish the time I have with people more and not think about what Im missing out on. I just realized I said basically the same thing in the previous paragraphs. Too bad haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um other than just the normal grind, not a whole lot is new with me. I am blogging mostly cause I saw derricks comment and I felt bad. I know when derrick complains about someone not blogging enough it must be serious because Derrick never complains haahaha. So yea, this one's for you man. Im stil prayin for you and your family too. Can't stop, won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of prayers, please pray for my friend Zach, he just learned he has cancer, and is getting surgery soon. Im prayin for you bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my sister's second child is due on the 11th of march, which is cool cause it's my dad's birthday so that would be cool if that happened but you know how due dates are with babies haha. I haven't seen my family in a while so I bet everyone's like growing up like crazy. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im very confused. I don't know why I am switching between happy and kinda sad subjects. Im frustrated because I want so badly to tell a bunch of people how I have struggled not being able to have them in my life as much, but I really don't want to open up and be what I used to think was the "weak" one. Telling someone something like that takes much more strength than I had thought. So Ill just tell everyone I've been missing them and I need all of your prayers and support as well as patience with my absence. I guess it's a good time to ask why I am the way that I am. And I don't have a really good answer honestly. I just know I am drifting and I can't seem to touch solid ground. That's what He's for. He will be my rock, my strength, my salvation in the end. Help me to see it. In Him. In you. In myself. In every way I haven't and more fully in the ways that I have. I am Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just let go? Why can't I find the way to You? or to you? or you? or even you?&lt;br /&gt;I make things more complicated than they need to be.&lt;br /&gt;I don't give anyone else the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;But I still love everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I am not angry at anyone but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a little while that I was doing a meechy/kirsten-esque vague blog, but I don't do vague very well. I just dont do telling people whats going on forreal very well either. And I think that ends up sounding vague hahaha. Even those I thought I could tell I can't or haven't. but we'll see how that might change with trust in Him and in everyone else. I think Im done being a little bitch for now. Im praying for you. Say a prayer for me. and for someone else. I hope all of you are doing well and I want to see you soon! take care......much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-6203766611475214118?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/6203766611475214118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=6203766611475214118' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6203766611475214118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/6203766611475214118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2007/02/2-months.html' title='2 months'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-4474392312616971456</id><published>2006-12-23T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T12:02:32.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best christmas present ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/RY2JV92bsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wcIbmZ7dnlQ/s1600-h/merry+christmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011812970806358242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/RY2JV92bsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wcIbmZ7dnlQ/s320/merry+christmas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-4474392312616971456?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/4474392312616971456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=4474392312616971456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/4474392312616971456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/4474392312616971456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-christmas-present-ever.html' title='the best christmas present ever...'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvNBQbcY_eo/RY2JV92bsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wcIbmZ7dnlQ/s72-c/merry+christmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-7999948632799457716</id><published>2006-12-18T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T03:28:23.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the prayers, Cecilia Rose Spencer was born at 10:04 PM or some time around then last night....no saturday night. anyways yea she has some minor complications goin on right now, apparently nothing insane but just keep praying for her and my sister-in-law Cathy. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why Im awake but I can't stop my mind from just thinking about lots of things. I have been thinking about how pissed I've been lately, even though its better than in the past it's still hard to keep smiling at someone that frustrates the hell out of you, whether it be someone you dont know or do. I don't know why this came into my mind at this hour or why Im blogging about it but I guess this is the only way to release any of the tension I was feeling earlier. I listened to people talk tonight and realized how blessed I am to help affirm in others what I should feel in myself but I can't make that push to practice what I preach or believe in everything I say right now....and it's killing me. I think part of it is me resigning to the fact that this will be my first christmas away from home. I never thought it would be hard. but it will be I think. I kind of criticized my brothers and sisters while they were in college for "flaking out" on the one holiday that seemed to bring everyone back and now it's my turn to realize what it is to give that up. my thoughts have been consumed with what I want to do versus what I have to do right now and I keep asking myself, "should I do it?...should I even think that's possible?.....should I even think thats a path worth taking for me, or is it a phase Ill grow out of like so many other things in my life". all these and more have been kinda popping up now and again, especially now. Why haven't I taken care of so many things that need taking care of? I get pissed at myself because I think about these things as I fall asleep and they keep me awake, so instead of fixing the problem I push it out of my mind, think of something happier and less frustrating, and then sleep that way. and when I wake up it kind of starts where I started the day before, not getting what needed to be done in the first place, done. Im failing in so many ways and Im only focusing on the non-spiritual side of my life. I don't know what kind of boost I need or what kind of release is necessary, but Im tired of going over the same thoughts during the day and then come night time falling asleep to the same euphoric thoughts, only to wake up in a cold sweat because Ive run out of time on my latest deadline. Im gonna sleep now and try not to think about the immense amount of pressure I feel to figure stuff out, to say what needs to said or do what needs to be done. rather Im going to pray and just lay there after the prayer and see what happens. if I sleep awesome. if I dont it wont surprise me but at least I won't be perpetuating anything self-destructive anymore. we'll see. Don't pray for me right now....pray for my niece. I can pray for myself at this point. and God willing I can recognize the grace of this struggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-7999948632799457716?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/7999948632799457716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=7999948632799457716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7999948632799457716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/7999948632799457716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanks-for-all-prayers-cecilia-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-4046224637473018561</id><published>2006-12-14T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:57:28.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Anna</title><content type='html'>Well this is for anna......hopefully it cheers her up a lil more ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Does anyone know your password to your myspace? &lt;/strong&gt;do you want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you ordered at McDonalds? &lt;/strong&gt;3McChicken sandwiches and 3 oatmeal raisin cookies....mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Are you an emotional person? &lt;/strong&gt;well Im not emotionLESS, but Im not a pussy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Do you like your name? &lt;/strong&gt;well my parents gave it to me, so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? &lt;/strong&gt;eh not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ever felt jealous of a friend? &lt;/strong&gt;Im jealous of you right now cause you're reading about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you did?  &lt;/strong&gt;um watched some of the episode of Everybody Loves&lt;br /&gt;Raymond thats on right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Who is right next to you? &lt;/strong&gt;no one. that's kinda creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you ate with? &lt;/strong&gt;mel in front of the tv. it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/strong&gt;" the sound of the Everybody Loves Raymond episode coming from the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;How's the weather right now?  &lt;/strong&gt;setting sun? is that weather? I dunno. normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Last person who called you today?&lt;/strong&gt; um I don't have my phone by me, but it was yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;and it was anna I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Last lie you told?&lt;/strong&gt; I dont remember, but it was probably like yesterday. Im kinda compulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Last song you sang?&lt;/strong&gt; I sang along with "Your Body's a Wonderland" by John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Do you like anyone?&lt;/strong&gt; dude this question always comes up and I always have the same answer. I like your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Lost a friendship over something stupid?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't remember LOSING a relationship, but definitely placing a lot of distance between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where's #17?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Last thing you ate?&lt;/strong&gt; chicken soup with some chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What did you do last night?&lt;/strong&gt; went bowling and did a little better than I thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Faked being sick to miss school?&lt;/strong&gt; to skip class in college, not to miss high school. my dad made it hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Last person you texted?&lt;/strong&gt; kirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. What are you wearing right now? &lt;/strong&gt;pajamas and a black shirt. that's all I wear now....black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Are you too quiet to ask anyone out?&lt;/strong&gt; if I said yea people would be like "JOE??? QUIET?? HAHAHAHA" but yea I really am a pussbag at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt; man a guy can get in a lot of trouble with this question.  but to be honest I guess it's the smile. that answer is for the girls. Ill tell the answer for the guys later ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Where are you right now?&lt;/strong&gt; my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What date and day is it?&lt;/strong&gt; The day is Thursday December the 14th, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Did you go anywhere today?&lt;/strong&gt; nope, I havent done a damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What did you do there?&lt;/strong&gt; nothing, the same as where I went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. How old are you?&lt;/strong&gt; twenty-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Are you watching TV?&lt;/strong&gt; semi....in and out......thats what she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Are you mature or immature?&lt;/strong&gt; look at the last answer and you wouldnt ask the question&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Are you closer to your mom or dad?&lt;/strong&gt; I talk to my mom more, but Im close to my dad too. in that manly way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Are you an only child?&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. What's the most annoying thing people ask you?&lt;/strong&gt; "how often do you parents do it??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Do you like where you were?&lt;/strong&gt; yea...wait what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Do you like music?&lt;/strong&gt; dude who doesn't like music??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Do you want to get married?&lt;/strong&gt; yea mos def. is that a proposition? Ive never been&lt;br /&gt;propositioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. To whom?&lt;/strong&gt; your mom. cause shes hot and I know that everything must work. HAHAHAHA jk sooooo bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Would you tell the person you had in mind that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with them or had at least thought about it?&lt;/strong&gt; seriously, if I knew who i wanted to be with the rest of my life they would know it too. I cant find that out on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. how many children?&lt;/strong&gt; I dunno. more than 2 less than 4. whatever that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. what are you willing to do for TRUE love?&lt;/strong&gt; give as much as it takes to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. when was the last time u cried?&lt;/strong&gt; a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. why?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;in response to question 44.&lt;/strong&gt; I really don't know but probably cause I was pissed. I don't cry when Im sad, I cry when Im pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. list 5 wishes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;material??&lt;br /&gt;1. some extra money&lt;br /&gt;2. sony mylo? not sure but it seems cool&lt;br /&gt;3. shoes and clothes....I haven't shopped in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;4. more shoes&lt;br /&gt;5. a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non-material&lt;br /&gt;1. assurance&lt;br /&gt;2. acceptance&lt;br /&gt;3. love&lt;br /&gt;4. sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;5. peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. finish the sentence, if i had powers...&lt;/strong&gt;I wouldn't use them to prove I don't need powers to still be a sexy beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. what's the biggest secret you ever told someone?&lt;/strong&gt; well this one time, me kirs and brenton were talking about the first time we had seen a grown man naked and brenton goes.....oh it's supposed to stay secret huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. what is something you told someone that took a lot of courage to say?&lt;/strong&gt; "keep fighting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. what's the most off-the-wall thing you have ever done?&lt;/strong&gt; I ate a fly for $2 one time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-4046224637473018561?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/4046224637473018561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=4046224637473018561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/4046224637473018561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/4046224637473018561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-anna.html' title='For Anna'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-116569746372749508</id><published>2006-12-09T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:58:19.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for everything that Ive done recently to hurt you and You. I have been a really bad example and Im kinda just figuring out how to become a better one. no hurt feelings I hope. peace and love to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-116569746372749508?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/116569746372749508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=116569746372749508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/116569746372749508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/116569746372749508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorry-for-everything-that-ive-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-116537595957266067</id><published>2006-12-05T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:32:39.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>So today I thought I would have a good day being all relaxed with no work and stuff but instead I ended up having like on of the worst days ever. Ok not worst, just really really boring. I didn't even clean up like I wanted to. I folded some clothes. I got the internet to work on my computer so Im not using mel's right now, but other than that Ive been totally useless today. Im sorry people are having worse days than me cause of finals and all. Those must suck. But I made it through, so I know all of you can. I wish I could help in some way cause I really don't want people to stress so much. But it's ok. Everything will work itself.&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't hear, Brenton, Anna, Abby, Jonas and I went to Guppy's last week and had a lot of fun. it was close though cause I kinda coerced everyone into going and then it looked like we might not even get in. But we did. it was fun. and we also came to a pretty amazing conclusion. 10 is a shitty number. No reason, it just is. Anyways I was also thinking about GP's text that most of us probably got the other day about how he doesn't know how to deal with emo white kids. Well I dunno if you read blogs anymore GP but if you do take it from me, a white guy, that they won't hurt themselves as much as you'd think. White people threaten to hurt themselves in the emo songs they sing, but don't actually do anything. Or at least, that's what my emo brother told me. Anyways, have a good one over there bro Im prayin for you. Im done blogging now, so Im just gonna go watch tv wit mel and then hit up late night free food at pippin later maybe. Have a good finals week kiddos. peaceandloveallyouall....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-116537595957266067?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/116537595957266067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=116537595957266067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/116537595957266067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/116537595957266067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/12/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-116428240895357350</id><published>2006-11-23T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T12:16:31.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>so in the vein of so many recent posts and because I can't sleep for some reason, I wanted to thank some people for all the blessings in my life. I won't mention everyone I should but I do want to thank as many people as I can for always being there for me when I was having a crappy time.&lt;br /&gt;first off...thank you God. I almost did that all in caps and lots of exclamation marks but it doesnt need to be said so loudly, I am just so grateful to Him for all the blessings, the trials I have faced, the times I have cried and been too pussy to ask anyone to pray for me or just too ashamed to say anything. I am thankful for His guidance in figuring out the best thing to do for myself while also figuring out what NEEDED to be done. I can't even count the number of nights Ive lost sleep worrying about how I was gonna pay for this, or save money for this, and i know Im not in the clear yet but I am working so hard and have never loved feeling so tired because I am reminded constantly of His graces in the work, and in my life. I am officially working now and I was called about a second job this morning and I was thinking to myself "why couldnt this have happened a month ago??" but I realized I shouldnt be bitter because it happened and thats all that matters at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I thank people Id like to apologize for any behavior that didn't reflect the real love I have for you guys. I have been putting up a lot of walls and guarding myself from being  hurt by others, hoping that it would make me stronger but it's just weakening my relationships, so yea sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anna, you are like the little sister I wish I had....even though I have 3 hahahah. I am so insanely proud of the person you have become and I take back all the things I said about you or any of your nerdy mannerisms or whatever. Im grateful for the fact that you hate talking on the phone but still talk to me all the way back to my apt after Im done working. I don't even have anything good to say. Kirs thanks for all the rides, the failed attempts at spontaneity, and the little phone calls you make to tell me about the most annoying or funniest customer you had that day. Thanks for singing His praises all the time. I thank God for your eyes and how they light our earth with their reflective surfaces...jk. Kathee, I know you saw me crying that one night and I know I lied like really badly, like bad movie badly, and you were still awkwardly attempting to help and it did. I laugh about that every time I think about it. see right now Im laughing. hahaha. Meechy, thanks for being vague, because it helps me stop talking. I don't need to talk as much as I do so when you keep it simple I tend to follow suit. I wish I could see more of you but we shall see. I am really thankful for the times you listened and then just said "icic" never judging, but also never encouraging my frustrations or anger or faults. Nimz, thanks for making me see things from a different perspective and not being afraid to tell me what you think about my decisions or desires. I didn't realize I was so close to you until I realized how much I missed you. Mattman, I haven't had a conversation like that with you in a long time and it was both refreshing and amazingly liberating. I grew apart from you for a long time and that was like an integral part in me seeking forgiveness for that shit. thanks for always having my back. Dav, I know we only talk online a few times a week and it's not like super deep or anything, but I appreciate it nonetheless. I am always interested to hear how things are going for you and Im always praying for you and Dee as you do your thing so far from your own family. GP, I'm thankful that you're safe and that you're able to talk to us more often even if Im a terrible person to talk to. don't call me anymore cause I feel dumb now. but I dont really mean that. Jill, you shouldn't tell me when you're in the library. you're just ASKING for it. I miss you terribly but it's not in a bad way, just more in a "dammit, why does she have to be so far that I can only talk to her on aim" kind of way. marites, you have always been so patient with me. I think I do most of my antics just to see you turn red. sorry. I hope I havent made you think less of me. Dean, I know we don't ever talk seriously but I really appreciate all that you do for LOG, your friends, and even me. You helped me out during bene conz stuff with bass and I never really got to thank you, but it helped me so much. You also make me laugh like not many people can so I would like to thank you for being so weird looking that I have something to laugh at all the time. hahaha jk Mel, I know we both get really annoyed with each other but I think since I still think you're a good guy after all the shit you give me, it means you must be a really good guy. I dunno what that really means but thanks for being my roommate. even though you sometimes think that entails other benefits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Derrick and Brenton, you guys have kept me going this whole time. Derrick I see you like once in a blue moon and Im terrible about calling and keeping in touch, but when we hang it's cool cause none of that matters we're just there chillin. And even when I know it's hard for you, you drop a message or a text letting me know you're thinking about me and praying for me. I wish I could tell you how often I pray for you but I guess I need to call you more to tell you.&lt;br /&gt; Brenton, you are my rock man and I don't know how many times I took advantage of your friendship or took it for granted, not realizing how much I could rely on you. You're the one person who has seen me at close to my weakest (I say close cause you still haven't seen my cry. cause Im not a pussy around you, you bitch). Anyways, forreal though, thanks for like always telling me to shut up when I say thanks or sorry cause even though I won't stop saying it, it helps me know why you do what you do for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna say thanks to my family but they don't read this and Im telling them in person tomorrow anyways. God bless everyone. Happy thanksgiving!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-116428240895357350?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/116428240895357350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=116428240895357350' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/116428240895357350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/116428240895357350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-116307185742524009</id><published>2006-11-09T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T03:30:57.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I just read like a bunch of my old blogs, and I officially hate myself. I know this will get people to go read them, but whatever. I read them and Im like "who is this douchebag??" I've gotten a lot more reserved over the years Ive had this blog I noticed. My entries are shorter, more succinct, and a lot more mysterious sounding. I don't use as many exclamation points or all caps sentences either. I don't adore gp like I used to apparently. Man I wrote about him a lot. wtf. not that I dont like him, quite the opposite but I feel like some fuckin annoying kid when I read them. Speaking of kids, kirs used to comment on my blog a lot and it was almost always about mario party or that vazqwez kid.&lt;br /&gt; I am less open with my feelings on my blog, or at least less direct. If I was having a bad day I would say it in the old days, but now I say I'm tired. it's like code or something. I also realized my confidence in my friendships with people are a lot more stable, or at least some are. I know who are my best friends and who I need to keep a fuckin eye on. I also cuss a lot more. I write less happily. My mom once said she got sad when I went to school for the first time cause I lost a certain amount of innocence. well I guess it happened again this time. no thanks to mel penano. &lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I wrote this, I just kinda got curious and now Im like writhing in my chair thinking about some of the things I said. gross. benefit concert is in 8 days now. practice hard everyone. and pray. gala should be fun and Im gonna be calling all my friends all night to let them know. ok that's all I have to say. thanks again anna for bringing some of the readers back. you did your best&lt;br /&gt;lol. peaces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-116307185742524009?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/116307185742524009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=116307185742524009' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/116307185742524009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/116307185742524009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-i-just-read-like-bunch-of-my-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-116287489288386142</id><published>2006-11-06T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:09:10.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awkward</title><content type='html'>Sorry for putting this off Joe hahahah. Man I said I was gonna blog this morning but then I had to go to class and then I said I was gonna blog this afternoon but then I ate dinner and watched tv and then I said I was gonna blog an hour ago but I got sidetracked by myspace. OOPS. YAY I’m finally blogging. Patience my friends patience. Wow you get a double dose of anna today! Aren’t you lucky? Just kidding. Dude at least I’m not too lazy to write on my own blog unlike some people. I’m not hating though. It’s all g to the double o d good. I like being a guest blogger. I just like blogging in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annanymouslizard (7:36:44 PM): so anything right?&lt;br /&gt;annanymouslizard (7:36:45 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;spencerchild6 (7:36:55 PM): yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have permission to say anything. YAY sooooo I’ll start off with lyrics by one of the most awesome boy bands in the entire world a.k.a. NSYNC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no excuse for losing your feet / Drowning in your defeat, on this road of life / there ain't no excuse for coming up short, the ball is in your court / so reach up and touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such uplifting lyrics! I wanted to quote their “Merry Christmas, happy holidays” lyrics but I thought that would be too random. I know everyone’s been struggling recently… the past couple of weeks have been difficult but prayers work. They really do. I can’t speak for Joe (hahaha) but I’m praying for you.  Tupac says to keep your head up. Uhhh is it possible that I’m running out of things to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend AIM was not poppin’ at all. Luckily a lot of us got calls from texas and that made up for AIM being dead… deadAIM literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So joe says that he’s responsible for everyone’s weird dreams but I don’t think so. My weird dreams are products of MY subconscious. I don’t dream about gross naked girls like Joe does HAHAAH. Oooh extra part to my dream that I didn’t blog about on my blog…I asked GP for a souvenir, a gun to be exact, and he was like no I can’t give you a gun but I can give you a camouflage deck of cards. What does that mean?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently listening to “everyday people” by arrested development… RANDOM RIGHT?! hahaha. SO GOOD. I kinda want to make this blog long cause who knows when there’ll be another new entry? You don’t deserve to be entry-deprived. I apologize on his behalf. So enough about me… today Joe woke up and then he ate and then he spent his time productively until 3 when he chilled and ate again and then practiced for benefit concert on his own and then told me to blog and now he’s online. AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the end. Hope everyone has an awesome weekkkkkk. Peace out. Finnaa end this yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-116287489288386142?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/116287489288386142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=116287489288386142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/116287489288386142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/116287489288386142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/11/awkward.html' title='awkward'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-116128030561242249</id><published>2006-10-19T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T10:51:45.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all! it's been like a long time since I updated this blog here. Sorry for being so MIA for so long but my computer is not doing so hot and we also went a few weeks without internet so it's taken me a while to get this done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are doing well with school or work or whatever you're doing. For those of you who don't know Im still just chillin in costa mesa trying to find a job. It's like the hardest thing Ive ever had to do. forreal. I wish that money wasnt so important but it is especially when you're paying for a place to live and for everything on your own. I think I will be a better person because of this struggle but I can't see it yet hahaha. I miss a lot of people. I miss being so close and being at like the hub of all the activity, Madrona. I miss hanging out with people on a daily basis and I think it's affecting certain people also. like for example, everyone has been taking fashion tips from meechy and bernabe I guess cause everyone got all freakin girly since I left the scene. Me and brenton used to run that show. What happened?  What's that about? I mean girly clothes are cool but come on! hahaha jk jk. &lt;br /&gt;I never got to formally thank everyone for helping us move, and I would like to take this opportunity to do so...THANKS!!! man o man, if we hadnt gotten your guys' help we would have literally died! like forreal! I remember distinctly I went to take a nap and when I woke up like 40 minutes later I was convulsing cause it had gotten really cold. CONVULSING! I thought that only happened in movies. I got scared but I was fine. man I could thank people on so many levels and it still wouldnt be enough. Speaking of moving and cleaning, I still have pelican bay's stuff. Ill bring it over tonight. I hope I remember. &lt;br /&gt;I am wishing that I could see all of you guys again sooner than next Tues, and some of you I will this weekend for Homeless Outreach, but I mean in general I hope I start seeing more of you guys. If anyones in Costa Mesa hit me up, chances are Im just chillin. ok Peace, Love, and Prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Joey Crack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-116128030561242249?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/116128030561242249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=116128030561242249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/116128030561242249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/116128030561242249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-115877687976581491</id><published>2006-09-20T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:28:56.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition</title><content type='html'>Here it is everyone, my word. Don't steal it or I will...yea well you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Squeetle&lt;/b&gt; v, adj, (skwee-duhl)&lt;br /&gt;1. (v) To mess up beyond repair or hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Johnny squeetled all his chances of getting Staci when he mentioned his ED&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (v) To "throw down" or instigate into combative confrontation. To beat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Timmy told Billy that if he talked about his mother's breasts one more time he would squeetle the shit out of him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (adj) Protraying the attributes of one who has been squeetled, or hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Did you see Jimmy Jay after his run-in with Tommy Tee? His shit looked all squeetle!"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (v) To peddle cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sorry it took so long, but there it is. If you dont understand this post, it's ok most the people who were there when I said this wont even get it hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Peaces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-115877687976581491?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/115877687976581491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=115877687976581491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/115877687976581491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/115877687976581491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/09/definition.html' title='Definition'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-115701868410336517</id><published>2006-08-31T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T03:04:44.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>figurin shit out</title><content type='html'>so this post started out badly cause I was signing in incorrectly and I thought it lost my blog. but anyways... this is gonna be short but Im askin for prayers right now cause Im tryin to figure shit out with myself and it's taken a lot of time for me to realize certain things about myself and see things that Ive been messing up in my life and getting rid of a lot of grudges i've been holding onto. I wish I didn't have to deal with real life stuff while I organize myself spiritually, but these things dont really wait for each other I guess. So yea, prayers are appreciated, God knows Im praying for you guys. I've praying about a few things in particular and I never thought my past would come back to haunt me like this haha. Oh and before I forget, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 32ND WEDDING ANNIVERSARY MOM AND DAD! &lt;br /&gt;You have been my lfe, my love and my strength when i didn't have it in me to turn to Him; seeing Christ in you led me closer to Him. Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all. Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-J.I. Spencer (wow that looks old haahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-115701868410336517?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/115701868410336517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=115701868410336517' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/115701868410336517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/115701868410336517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/08/figurin-shit-out.html' title='figurin shit out'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-115576278026158051</id><published>2006-08-16T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T10:33:47.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttons</title><content type='html'>So anna wanted me to blog and I said I would but I had no inspiration at first so I asked for a title. I rather like this one because it's in reference to a great song by the same title. Well the song is actually just whatevers but the music video is pure genius. Those pussies. I mean the Pussy Cat Dolls of course. But really I only mean Nicole Scherzinger who is possibly one of the hottest women on the planet right now. And she's the only pussy cat doll worth mentioning. But on to buttons I guess. The video is an amazing display of sexuality with some snoop dogg cool and mediocre dance moves mixed in. Its only good because of nicole and the only reason I watch it is for nicole. But on to other things cause I dont want to start sounding like a freakin stalker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is starting to get weird cause I need to be responsible in more ways than I have ever had to be. I don't like looking for a job but it has to be done. Im finally moved into madrona so I dont feel so much like a guest anymore. Mel keeps saying the agreements of my lease include me being naked all the time. But that would be awkward for Khristine so I wont. But things are ok so far. I don't have a lot of room and I need to utilize that which I do have better, but things are better than being an apt jumper before. I want to take this time to publicly thank shawshank for letting me crash on their couch for those few nights. I still have crap over in their garage though that I need to get out. But anyways, besides moving in and finding a job, not a whole lot is going on. I need to finish my 1 unit of drama crew and Ill be doing that by the end of the month hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby tonight and it was one of the most inspiring, awesome and intense movies I've ever see. Actually Im lying it was just the funniest movie Ive watched since I dunno when. Probably Wedding Crashers. But yea its freakin good. You all should seee it, it will change your life. Im serious. Like seriously. Shake and Bake. Anyways I've been thinking more about the music video for Buttons and Im beginning to hope it owns at the VMAs coming up cause its so good. I mean yea sure so green day won for some cool boulevard of something dreams and superstars like michael jackson announce their "engagements" with other less popular celebrities like that daughter of elvis, but damn I think this video takes the cake. And by cake I mean the coolest video ever made cake. Ok I dont want to over-hype it for you, but know this, it's not for the faint of heart. When nicole starts shedding clothing like janet at the superbowl, you know thats gotta be nothing but good. Plus who doesnt like FIRE?? Yea ok Im starting to ruin it. Im done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so to make this blog longer and more anna-esgue, I decided to add one of those online survey things that I made anna find for me so I wouldnt be using someone elses, even though they're all the same anyway, but yea thanks anna! And Ill start now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; About You:&lt;br /&gt;.:. high school: Sierra High School&lt;br /&gt;.:. junior high school: Home&lt;br /&gt;.:. elementary : Home&lt;br /&gt;.:. favorite band: N/A&lt;br /&gt;.:. favorite animal: &lt;br /&gt;.:. favorite fruit: Peaches and kiwis&lt;br /&gt;.:. favorite weather: Sunny, 78 degrees with a light breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You:&lt;br /&gt;.:. have a girlfriend/boyfriend: I dunno ask mel. it's complicated&lt;br /&gt;.:. think others find you attractive: I have no idea and am scared of that answer&lt;br /&gt;.:. like someone: there is no one who doesnt like anyone. I like lots of people&lt;br /&gt;.:. want more piercings: more? I dont have any and Im fine thanks&lt;br /&gt;.:. want a tattoo: yea, doing research now and might have one by easter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random stuff:&lt;br /&gt;.:. criminal record?: one arrest. it was bullshit&lt;br /&gt;.:. any piercings and where?: none&lt;br /&gt;.:. how old do you act?: as old as I want to&lt;br /&gt;.:. do you have any pets?: not here in irvine, back home I have some. &lt;br /&gt;.:. do you get embarrassed?: not often but sometimes sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish the sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My ex is still...&lt;br /&gt;in my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to...&lt;br /&gt;the sound of my loud typing and occasional snores from wolfe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe I should...&lt;br /&gt;lose weight cause fr. pat says Im fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love...&lt;br /&gt;God. Everything else will result in my love for Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My bestfriend(s) is/are...&lt;br /&gt;alive and kicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;girls or the game of curling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost...&lt;br /&gt;socks while I was moving. dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People say...&lt;br /&gt;lots of things, most of which are total crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The meaning of my screen name is...&lt;br /&gt;my place in the spencer line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love...&lt;br /&gt;is patient, blah blah blah, I dont have patience for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Somewhere, someone is...&lt;br /&gt;laughing. And it's at this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I will always...&lt;br /&gt;be a boy. you can trust me on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Forever seems...&lt;br /&gt;so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I never ever want to...&lt;br /&gt;lose my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My mobile phone...&lt;br /&gt;is a hand-me-down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When I wake up in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;I turn over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I get annoyed..&lt;br /&gt;at stupid stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Parties are...&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!! SO EXTREME!! Im having one at my place this weekend its gonna be off the chaaaaiiinn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My pet(s) is/are...&lt;br /&gt;far away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Kisses are the best when...&lt;br /&gt;the receiever doesn't say "WHAT THE F***?" and slap you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Today..&lt;br /&gt;was unproductive but fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Tomorrow I will...&lt;br /&gt;maybe apply for a job and also get part of my life in order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I really want..&lt;br /&gt;to drive fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you have a crush on somebody?: boring&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you hate more than 3 people?: I dont think so, and if I do I have a problem&lt;br /&gt;3) How many houses have you lived in?: 2 houses, and this is my 2nd apartment&lt;br /&gt;4) Favorite candy bar?: snickers or mr goodbar&lt;br /&gt;where is number 5?&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever stripped for someone?: myself and your mom&lt;br /&gt;7) Least favorite school subject?: math...wait nooo I LOVE math. I guess...writing&lt;br /&gt;8) How many pairs of shoes do you own? I think Im at 19 or so now&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you own a Britney Spears CD?: no&lt;br /&gt;10) Have you ever thrown up in public?: well after drinking yea, but I dont remember if it was in public or if just my friends saw it.&lt;br /&gt;11) Name one thing that is always on your mind: you&lt;br /&gt;12) Favorite genre of music?: hip hop cause of freakin Sohail Daulatzai.&lt;br /&gt;13) What is your zodiac sign?: Leo? I think&lt;br /&gt;14) What time were you born?: I dont know&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you like beer? yea some, newcastle is amazing&lt;br /&gt;16) Ever made a prank phone call?: yea I did a good one to an 8th grader that was annoying recently.&lt;br /&gt;17) What is the most embarassing CD you own? I dont own cds&lt;br /&gt;18) Are you sarcastic? can I answer this normally or will my sarcasm bleed through?&lt;br /&gt;19) What are your favorite colors? orange, aqua, and red I guess&lt;br /&gt;20) How many watches do you own? one cell phone&lt;br /&gt;21) Summer or winter?: depends on where Im at&lt;br /&gt;23) Favorite color to wear?: same as my fav colors&lt;br /&gt;24) Pepsi or Sprite?: sprite&lt;br /&gt;25) What color is your mobile phone?: black&lt;br /&gt;27) Have you ever slapped someone?: yea it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;28) Have you ever had a cavity? hahaha loads&lt;br /&gt;29) How many lamps are in your bedroom?: like 3 or 4&lt;br /&gt;30) How many video games do you own? none now, but there are a few on my comp&lt;br /&gt;31) What was your first pet?: dog, Ursa. Best dog ever. RIP&lt;br /&gt;32) Ever had braces?: I looked good in braces&lt;br /&gt;33) Do looks matter?: I cant lie, yes they do.&lt;br /&gt;43) When was the last time you cried? sometime this past spring.&lt;br /&gt;44) What did you do 3 nights ago?: Sunday? ate at norms&lt;br /&gt;45) Olive Garden? sure&lt;br /&gt;46) Have you ever called your teacher mum?: wtf, no&lt;br /&gt;47) Have you ever been in a castle?: does hearst count?&lt;br /&gt;48) Nicknames: spanky, joey crack, gayboy&lt;br /&gt;50) Ever been to Kentucky?: no&lt;br /&gt;51) Do you own something from Banana Republic?: one free jacket&lt;br /&gt;54) Do you smoke? Ive done it&lt;br /&gt;55) Do you own a diamond ring?: no&lt;br /&gt;56) Are you happy with your life right now?: eh not yet&lt;br /&gt;60) What were you doing in May of 1994?: running around my property&lt;br /&gt;61) Do you own a backstreet boys CD? no again&lt;br /&gt;62) McDonalds or Wendys?: both. at the same time. this also answers a question not on this quiz ;)&lt;br /&gt;64) Are you closer to your mother or father?: both now but mom before&lt;br /&gt;65) Wanted physical feature of the preferred sex?: shit I aint ashamed. boobs. thatd be crazy&lt;br /&gt;67) Have you ever eaten paste?: no.&lt;br /&gt;68) Do you own a webcam?: no&lt;br /&gt;69) Have you ever stripped for money?: nope&lt;br /&gt;70) Ever broke a bone?: nope&lt;br /&gt;72) Do you chat on MSN often?: on aim i do, i dont have msn.&lt;br /&gt;73) Pringles or Lays?: pringles&lt;br /&gt;76) Full House or The Brady Bunch? full house &lt;br /&gt;77) Did you like your high school guidance counselor? one was cool another one was just kinda weird, but nice I guess.&lt;br /&gt;78) Has anyone ever called you gay?: hahahahahahhaahahahaahahahah&lt;br /&gt;79) Do you own a birth mark?: own? no&lt;br /&gt;81) Can you cook?: yea I can bake like a muthafucka&lt;br /&gt;82) 4 things that annoy you: 1)whining 2) false humility 3) brussel sprouts 4) and when people like poke other people to be cute or funny. I think its gross. I dunno, its annoying. &lt;br /&gt;83) Do you text message often? every so often&lt;br /&gt;84) Money or love?: dammit why so much either or crap?&lt;br /&gt;85) have you ever held a bomb ass party? yea my roommates 21st bday ws crazy&lt;br /&gt;86) What do you really want right now?: both. at the same time&lt;br /&gt;87) Do you enjoy scary movies?: no&lt;br /&gt;88) Relationships or one night stands? never really had either so I couldnt tell you ;)&lt;br /&gt;89) Big Red or Juicy Fruit?: juicy fruit&lt;br /&gt;90) Do you enjoy greasy food?: yes i do&lt;br /&gt;91) Have you seen all the Rocky movies?: I think so&lt;br /&gt;92) Do you own a box of crayons?: nah I just moved&lt;br /&gt;93) Ever had sex in a public place?: freakin a, you go from crayons to public sex??&lt;br /&gt;94) Who was the last person that said they loved you?: my dad&lt;br /&gt;95) Who was the last person that made you mad? someone I love I bet, thats why I cant remember&lt;br /&gt;96) Who was the last person that made you cry? no one&lt;br /&gt;98) Who was the last person that you fell for? I havent fallen yet so this questions crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaan so long, but yea there you go anna. that was epic. have a good one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-115576278026158051?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/115576278026158051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=115576278026158051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/115576278026158051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/115576278026158051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/08/buttons.html' title='Buttons'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-115402286191355523</id><published>2006-07-27T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:54:21.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boooring.........nothing more than, boooring</title><content type='html'>yea I know thats not an original title but that's what Im thinking and feeling right now. Man this chemistry class sucks. I wish I liked the teacher like cressa does cause that might make it more interesting. Hahaa jk. but only kinda. oh a little background...I have to TA for chemistry cause a safety inspector said more than 10 students needs a TA. So yea. anyway last night we hung out at the Kitsch Bar after our too long meeting for David's birthday celebration. That was fun cause it's a cool place to just lounge. then we chilled in cressas room and we almost repeated what we did last night. But not really. I had to wake up early for breakfast duty and I got really pissed at the guys cause they are always talking and dont stop. So I decided to just let them talk and I didnt say anything I just shut the lights off and it took them a while to quiet down but I said whatever cause they were wasting their time not mine. Anyway. I won't talk/complain about the kids. I am having fun with this job but it's hard not being able to hang out with people as much. I hung out with brenton yesterday and that was fun cause we did what we do best. shop. It would have been complete with kirs. Our trio did more shopping than the kids on my super sweet 16, but we shopped for cooler, cheaper things. Anyways I am kinda laughing at my payment situation right now cause my checks are going all over the place. Since I stopped working at the bookstore I assumed the checks would be routed to the CFEP office, but my employment status was renewed instead of terminated when I left so all that happened was my checks went to the main finance office in the bookstore instead of the security office where they went before. thats why I couldnt find my last one. When I talked to natalie, the money lady at CFEP she said I had 2 checks over at the bookstore, but then I talked to Sergio and he said they sent the other to natalie last week cause it had been chillin there for a while. That made me laugh cause I was just talking to her! I wasn't too bothered though surprisingly because I at least got 1 paycheck. Anywaaayys. I have a pretty boring life right now, just work. I wish I had more stories of hanging out or even things I took for granted while I was hanging out like bowling. But that will have to wait until a few weeks. It almost feels like Im back in Tahoe Im so separated from people but at least I get 1 night or so per week to see/talk/hang with people. Speaking of one night, I am gonna take off wednesday next week for my birthday instead of tuesday which is my real bday cause I dont want to compete with LOG for my dinner. Cause we know who would win. Yea that's right Liwanag would. Ok that's all. I hope you peeps can make it. It's not gonna be a big deal I just want to hang out with people. and eat. Cause I do those pretty well I think. Where should we eat? Im indecisive. Let me know. Holla at me. I'm gonna do a few shoutouts to people I dont hang out with as much just to say wassup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP-sorry I can't hang as much cause I kinda wanted to more before you peace. We will have some fun later I'm sure but until then I'm lookin forward to whatever then brings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenton-thanks for taking me shopping with you yesterday. We had fun as always and Im glad they didnt have my size in those trainers cause I might have got them. Damn. Oh did I mention I HATE you? yea you know why. Bastard. hahahaha peace son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirs-man going from hanging out like 12 times a week to only 1 or 2 was weird but it's all good. I hope work is treating you well and I already said this but Im sorry I can't help you pack up yo shit. oh and just so you know I've been practicing promiscuous girl. Don't even front I know you have been too. Or I hope you have cause we could make anna die if we team up. anyways, hope to see you soon. peaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick-sorry your back is hurting so much. I wish there was something I could do but Im kinda useless with anything medicinal. Im lookin forward to hangin out more with you too if you're around after Im done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel-yea I guess I miss you too. But can you not chase me down in front of everyone? Im shy. Shit. Anyways I'll be seein you fsho ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok all the kids are back and the boring chem teacher is teaching with his mouth hanging open. Cressa would be staring in adoration if she was here. ok that's all. I miss you guys. Have fun and be safe without me. late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-115402286191355523?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/115402286191355523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=115402286191355523' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/115402286191355523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/115402286191355523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/07/boooringnothing-more-than-boooring.html' title='boooring.........nothing more than, boooring'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-115307815867413545</id><published>2006-07-16T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T12:29:18.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soo it's been a really long time since I've blogged for real and I'm sorry that it has been such a thorn in so many people's sides (ie anna's) but now Im gonna attempt to blog about something important and useful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have graduated. I miss being a student already. Not really. Im loving the freedom. I am loving the feeling of summer break especially since I am not going back in september. Hopefully I am productive after I finish doing GSA. Oh yea, GSA is a program on campus at middle earth that is kind of a summer camp/summer school for 5th-8th graders that are considered "gifted". Most are not though. They aren't dumb necessarily but they aren't as smart or nice as my little sisters and brother and they aren't considered "gifted". I think the size of their parents' checkbooks is more telling of how gifted they are. Im kinda kidding. I like working there. The people are cool and the kids are also. Most of the time. Even this last week when we had a batch of kids that I thought would be a lot of trouble, they ended up being really nice to me at the end. So yea that's been consuming my time in case you were wondering why I am MIA all the time now. I wish they hadn't messed up my paperwork cause then I would be getting paid last wednesday, but instead I need to wait another 2 weeks. boooo. &lt;br /&gt;I went to mass this morning with dean and his parents, his sister and brother, and even his uncle. Just kidding it was just some indian people that we were looking and laughing at (I mean nothing bad against indian people, but if you know dean you would be laughing right now). I wish it would cool down. It says it's 86 degrees outside in deans car but I think its more like 106. It's that damn humidity. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be at interfaith more. Even if only once a week for sunday mass would be awesome, but I have gsa. It has really made my life harder. Like honestly it's hard for me to be as focused spiritually without interfaith as a place to go to. without it as my community anchor and home to go to. it's been difficult but hopefully with prayer I will experience Him in new ways outside of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for upcoming things. Like being out of a job in august. Me and kirs discussed how excited does not have to be positive. So I AM excited, but I am scared also. More scared than excited. but things will work themselves out so it's ok. I know Im qualified for SOMETHING out there. Finding it is the hard part hahaha. Ok I saw this on meechy's blog and Im going to cheat and finish my blog with this because I need to pack for gsa, but yea it's been fun blogging. I should do it more huh anna? ok here we go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, whats on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;The heat and how I can't get it out of my mind because it's surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Living, blogging, chatting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you think you are attractive?&lt;br /&gt;This wife-beater accentuates my best attribute...all of Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;br /&gt;Um I don't think so, but I think I'm becoming a worse person in general so my standards are going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you watch disney channel?&lt;br /&gt;sorry anna but no. I have tried to sit through different shows and have never even found it amusing, let alone entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what makes you happy most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time good weather with good people with good food makes me happy, but I tend to enjoy each of those separately also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;Yea it's still a major vice of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you want to see someone this very minute?&lt;br /&gt;I want to see most of my family. Especially the ones I haven't seen in a while, like Matt in the seminary, Micaela in Alta Dena and her husband Kevin and my niece, as well as Luke and his wife Vanessa in Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you have a deep dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;I have something that I've only told my brother Eli. Don't bother asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when is the last time you have been to taco bell?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a long time ago thankfully. That place is bad for you. I want to say more than 4 months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, are you loyal?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what it is I guess, but I tend to be fiercely loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, are you in denial?&lt;br /&gt;I am about so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, where would you rather be right now?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, if I said I didn't you wouldn't believe me, and if I said I did, you would ask who so either answer makes me pissy. So I'll refrain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what was the last thing someone said to you?&lt;br /&gt;(online) "Was it just the 4 of you?"-meechy&lt;br /&gt;(in person) "peace"-dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, what did you say to them?&lt;br /&gt;(to meechy) "nah there were some dorm friends too"&lt;br /&gt;(to dean) "peace"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you kiss and tell?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok kids it's been fun. Peace out y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-115307815867413545?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/115307815867413545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=115307815867413545' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/115307815867413545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/115307815867413545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/07/soo-its-been-really-long-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-115208915216435407</id><published>2006-07-05T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T01:45:52.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. How tall are you barefoot?&lt;br /&gt;5’8”…I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;nah. Never had a boyfriend either anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;my family does back home. But not here in the vine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you had a mental disorder, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;the one that I have….to think Im good looking and really really funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many letters are in your crush's name?&lt;br /&gt;between 9 and 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs?&lt;br /&gt;they’re good. Especially wrapped in bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;I like “All I Want for Christmas” sung by that 10 year old. She can sing. But yea I like classics too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;beerios are good. jk just water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you do push-ups?&lt;br /&gt;no just sit-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever done ecstasy?&lt;br /&gt;As in the drug? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you like DisneyWorld?&lt;br /&gt;Ive never been but I guess I’d give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like the rain?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you own a knife?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you smell like?&lt;br /&gt;old spice pure sport deodorant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have A.D.D.?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I….wow my seat is REALLY comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Full initials?&lt;br /&gt;J.I.S. Laugh it up hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment.&lt;br /&gt;1) I should sleep&lt;br /&gt;2) am I gonna stop being dumb?&lt;br /&gt;3) my legs hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name the last 3 things you have bought.&lt;br /&gt;1) food from mcdonalds. &lt;br /&gt;2) food from the hat&lt;br /&gt;3) bowling games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name five drinks you regularly drink.?&lt;br /&gt;1) water&lt;br /&gt;2) juice&lt;br /&gt;3) more juice&lt;br /&gt;4) light soda&lt;br /&gt;5) dark soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;10:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Can you spell?&lt;br /&gt;yas. Im nawt dumm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;that I won’t have a job for a while after gsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Current hate?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;with the people that put up with me calling them friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Least favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;with annoying people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Where do you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;to fall so its not so hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you own slippers?&lt;br /&gt;filipino ones? Then yes. Normal ones? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Where do you think you will be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;married or dating__TBD__and head of ___TBD__ at __TBD__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you burn or tan?&lt;br /&gt;That’s a dumb question if you know me, but yea I burn. I just burnt today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Yellow or blue?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. would you give up your current life to be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;hellyeezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Last time your cell rang?&lt;br /&gt;Long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;about every song I know. So like ‘total eclipse of the heart’, and that one song by Sean Paul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t worry about what would get me but what would get my parents or brothers and sisters when they didn’t come home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pockets right now?&lt;br /&gt;my wallet….its kinda annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know but it must have been funny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;just bad gashes and cuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is your GPA?&lt;br /&gt;3.3 I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;in madrona there are 3 including the one in khristine’s room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who is your most silent friend?&lt;br /&gt;God…in a good way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;if they do I don’t know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;not in a gay way, but I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What song did you last hear?&lt;br /&gt;last song I remember is “Beautiful”- James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12AM last night??&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember. That was last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;”man, it’s 10:30….awesome”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-115208915216435407?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/115208915216435407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=115208915216435407' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/115208915216435407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/115208915216435407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-114987644900787596</id><published>2006-06-09T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:07:29.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last</title><content type='html'>My last day of classes, at my last year at UCI, leading into my last finals week and last chance to leave a mark. Dean we haven't decided on anything huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-114987644900787596?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/114987644900787596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=114987644900787596' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114987644900787596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114987644900787596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/06/last.html' title='Last'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-114941536825104899</id><published>2006-06-04T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T03:03:01.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=48&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to all who helped, roasted, sang to, or hugged me tonight!! I &lt;3 LOG and after tonight I KNOW LOG &lt;3s meee!!! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace sons and daughters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-114941536825104899?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/114941536825104899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=114941536825104899' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114941536825104899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114941536825104899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you-much-love-to-all-who-helped.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-114910464942689741</id><published>2006-05-31T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:44:09.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this made me laugh......really hard</title><content type='html'>annanymouslizard (12:05:14 PM): yeah you do. thats why selling yourself is easy&lt;br /&gt;spencerchild6 (12:05:31 PM): when you're as good looking as I am, selling is done with no words&lt;br /&gt;spencerchild6 (12:05:40 PM): cause none need to be said&lt;br /&gt;annanymouslizard (12:05:40 PM): ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, that made my day. And posting it here will kill anna's but she's a good sport like that. Plus it's not like she can complain. Im starting to blog more often. And who's to blame/credit for that? her. So yea. My gift to you anna, my hero, and all my 2 other blog readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and happy "hamp" day as coined by meechy, and oft-quoted by gp. I'm not original but at least I cite my sources bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-114910464942689741?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/114910464942689741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=114910464942689741' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114910464942689741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114910464942689741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-made-me-laughreally-hard.html' title='this made me laugh......really hard'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-114879951313445901</id><published>2006-05-27T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:58:33.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to move it move it.....</title><content type='html'>Dude HAPPY BURDAY PENNEY! And thanks so much for inviting us to your place! I had a lot of fun especially eating so much filipino food. I seriously think all I need is a little browner skin and people wouldnt notice Im an irishman. Anyways, yea the party was lots of fun, several LOG peeps rolled, and after chillin outside for a while taking a million pictures of jumps, poses, and asses, we went inside to magic mic it up. Man I am terrible at that. I seem to never remember all the classic songs or how they go it kills me! But props to dean owning it and making everything after him just messing around because of his sexual healing skills. I am feeling just kinda sleepy but not really. I am working for GP tomorrow which is a good and bad thing in that I get money but need to wake up early and work later in the afternoon. Plus I have to do my paper and try and finish it before monday because who knows what that day holds for me. Just kidding I think it will be boring. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a lot better than I was before. In terms of being scared and such about finishing. I mean the fear has never left, but I didn't ask Him to carry my load but to give me stronger shoulders. So yea my shoulders are stronger. Not in real life I dont think although certain gross people say so, which makes me not want them to, but thats another story for another day. Instead my spiritual shoulders are doing quite well and I have been able to look past my worries and instead at all the blessings I will have this summer and in the months to come. It will not be easy, but if it were easy I would get lazier and lazier. So yea. Speaking of lazy, props to Jason De Gussemon on his getting out of bed earlier for the past 3 or 4 days. Im impressed I really am. &lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to lots of things now; banquet, the end of the year, opportunities during the summer, handing over UCC stuff, all that jazz. I am really excited to end now. It's not so scary, at least the actual event isn't, but instead Im excited at the prospect of FINISHING, of seeing my family come see me, and of moving out of my apartment. I will miss this place, and my roommates. We have had so many good times these past 3 years, and I can honestly say they are some of my best friends. It's really cool because I can tell them things I can't tell other people because they dont know a lot of my friends so I dont have to worry about it getting out. ie telling one person in LOG = telling EVERYONE in LOG. hahahaa just kidding, but only kinda. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, besides those few things, I have been pretty boring recently. I am just trudging along through school, and it's literally trudging because I don't care anymore about pretty much anything. I know that's terrible but I am burnt out. I even get lazy with UCC things. This is my formal apology for all of my mess-ups as UCC helper-outer. I tried my best I guess. but especially recently I havent been keeping up with it. So yea, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I started listening to this song recently that's got some really good lyrics, even if it is a country song hahaha. My fav line is this one "Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars, pointing me on my way, into Your loving arms"...I like this line because it speaks directly to the misconception that our brokenness is detrimental to our relationship to Him. Instead we can rejoice in being broken in and for Him and we don't need to be bitter at people or situations that cause us grief. Praise God for revelations hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So yea Im in need of sleep especially since I am working for GP tomorrow. Have a gewd night everyone and drive/walk/bike/push carts safely wherever you go. Peace and love bitches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-114879951313445901?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/114879951313445901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=114879951313445901' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114879951313445901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114879951313445901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-like-to-move-it-move-it.html' title='I like to move it move it.....'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-114837261570685460</id><published>2006-05-23T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T01:23:35.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeekend</title><content type='html'>Yea I had a gewd weekend. He was there. I was there. We met. It was gewd. Im tired now, but I guess in a good way. I have like a billion things to do and only a few weeks to do them. I wish I had taken care of so many of them earlier. The one thats driving me crazy is the drama crew UNIT (yes singular in this case, UNO) that is hanging on my back. I need to just work for 30 hours and finish it but I havent had ANY time to go and make it up. So now Im looking at 10 hours/week until finals just for 1 unit. Ugh. Its ok. Im going to do it tomorrow. I dont care what gets in my way. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have very little to say these days. I am finishing in only 3 WEEKS!!! WTF??? Where did the time go? I have no idea thats for sure. I am really scared, excited, surprised, and happy but also very sad. I won't be the same kind of person after graduation. It's just a fact. I definitely dont want to be one of those guys who sticks around and hangs out at EVERY SINGLE thing that happens on campus even tho I'm gone and everything. But I orso want to be involved still. I know a few guys who balance it pretty well but its still hard. I dunno we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;So for graduation Im not expecting any kind of gift from my parents, since thats not really their thing. They've been supporting me a lot along the way anyway and there are more kids to come so yea it dont matter, BUT I'm thinking that since they're gonna be down here for the whole day of friday and we planned on makin a day of it anyway, I might just ask them to host a BBQ for everyone at some park. I dunno it sounds like it could be fun. And since a lot of people cant make it to other peoples graduations maybe people can meet up there? I dunno just an idea and I still need to see what their plans are, but Ill be having my people talk to all of your people in the future about this possibility. Yea. Do it.&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired now. Like about to fall down tired. And I need to wake up early. So yea Im going to go to bed. I hope this blog doesnt suck SO bad that it makes you tired orso. Have a good night's sleep Joe. oh and you guys too. and if you read this in the morning I hope you HAD a good night's sleep. Or will. Yea yea Im done. Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS orso=also in fob-asian-man-from-3pm-class-in-SSH accent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-114837261570685460?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/114837261570685460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=114837261570685460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114837261570685460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114837261570685460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/05/weeeekend.html' title='Weeeekend'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-114613014076235668</id><published>2006-04-27T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T02:38:29.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for my Hero ;)</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. Sorry for the lack of updates since like 25 days ago. It's been boring around here...well actually by boring I mean insane. I had a good, no an awesome Spirit Rally, an amazing Holy Week, and a perfect Easter. Well maybe not perfect but the event is so good I couldn't really complain. But yea thats all old news so I won't bore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to my brother's wedding this weekend, and for people who are confused, no my brother David is not getting married AGAIN. A few people were confused since the weddings were so close together they werent sure if they had heard wrong or if it was just another Spencer getting married. But anyways Im lookin forward to that a lot, it's gonna be a lot smaller but its ok. The family he (Luke) is marrying into is Asian so maybe there will be some hot relatives or something? Yea I dont see that happening but it does in the movies so whatever. &lt;br /&gt;Pray for me as I travel up there and also as I gear up for next week...2 midterms, a rought draft, final draft and Common/J5 concert all before Thursday! Insanity. But yea pray for others also since Im not the only one goin away and experiencing stress next week. Are there any Days....? yea pray for them also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lame blogger, thats why I dont blog often. There I said it. I end up doing 1 of 3 things. I talk about events that all the people who read this have already experienced with me and therefore need no recap, or I get all sappy and emo and don't like how pussy I sound, or I do long lists of shoutouts that inevitably draw complaints for making the blog "too long", or "so long it made my eyes bleed and I want your eyes to bleed so you know how it feels" those kinds of comments. But yea I will think of something different to do with my posts by the end of this one to make it more interesting and fun and possibly more frequent, but no promises there.&lt;br /&gt;I just farted and it smells really bad. If my roommates was awake he might make me pay his rent for this month. So bad. But everyone likes their own brand so Im just chillin;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bowled pretty well tonight. 8 games in a row which was crazy. 3 of them 160+, and 2 right handed ones (well half of the frames were cause I started crappy hahaha). But my average for the night was 142. I have been improving but not noticing it I think, cause I thought I wasnt for a while. Lots of people did well. Cristina broke a high score, Chris got close, Kirs is getting a lot better at hooking the ball (no its not the same as whoring it out but it sounds like it maybe huh?). So props to all. GP and Kathee went also, so I dont leave anyone out. Props to you all too. of course. &lt;br /&gt;I feel bad not hanging out with my roommates sometimes. I noticed Ive only seen my roommate Randie either in the morning for 5 minutes, or at night with the crappy lighting in our room. nothing in between. I am out of here soooo much. I need to stay in more. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you ever had to tell someone something important and then you forget? Or you kinda puss out cause you're afraid of their response? I have that happen a lot. Im not a pansy when it comes to stuff like talking to people and yet I try and bring up sensitive subjects and Im all thumbs....wait thats for active things. Im all tongues maybe? or all lips. Anyways Im all something and not enough cool and collected. Especially with the fear of like rejection, even if the worst that could happen would be a "no". I think about this every time I ask for a favor. or anything else. Im really dumb sometimes and cant just say "yo, help me out son" or "listen up cracka". I guess that's the tough persona nimz always sees in me coming out. Not out of a closet but just out, like out in front of people. Not a closet..YOU know what Im talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like writing blogs when Im tired and hungry like now cause they tend to be more interesting and don't sound so much like Im &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; to be dumb, but more that I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; being dumb &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; of this delirium. It's awesome. Like how I &lt;i&gt;italicize&lt;/i&gt; if its &lt;i&gt;important&lt;/i&gt; or looks &lt;i&gt;co&lt;/i&gt;ol or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired now but I would like to point out I made a secret shoutout in my post, and Ill give a penny to the person who says "it's to ME because..." and gives me a good reason. Ok thats all. Im about to keel. That means fall over, or in slang, to die. Keel over=die. keel over : die :: me : tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I stole the secret shoutout from someone...and no this isnt the shoutout to them.&lt;br /&gt;PPS. I thought of something cool I will do with every post. I will make up a story about my day as if it was fiction. it will not always be accurate, or even remotely make sense, but it will try to stick to the idea that Im telling you how my day went through story. That's all. Not for tonight tho. Maybe soon. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-114613014076235668?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/114613014076235668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=114613014076235668' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114613014076235668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114613014076235668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-ones-for-my-hero.html' title='This one&apos;s for my Hero ;)'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-114388515749750683</id><published>2006-04-01T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T03:35:00.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>Happy Bday Jill!! Tonight twas fun, and I knew the minute you rolled into the room, you were hella surprised. Hopefully in a good way. God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to post pics of the vegas trip, so Im going to. With a little show and tell along the way. all pics are courtesy of Melvin Penano. Have fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09874.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Janice doesn't like how Mel drives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09876.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...because he doesn't look at the road. Haha, jk we're stopped. Thanks for driving Mel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09880.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's not the happiest person in this picture....you just can't see my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09894.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grabbin a bite before heading to Derrick's. Me and Cristina make Janice and Joyce look like princesses with our grossness. Sorry girly girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09911.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elmo welcomes us to Henderson and Derrick's house, Las Vegas style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Janice is straight hood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09920.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have arrived. Vegas baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09926.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09930.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's learn a thing or two, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09933.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gone Fishin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09941.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So happy/angry?/red/black/joe/mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09952.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too bad only Janice was good at this freakin game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09955.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Angie, what mighty big poo you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09958.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'M SO HAPPY!! I really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09963.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goodbye Circus Circus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09968.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 stooges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09974.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trojan anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC09976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC09976.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toy Story in a toy store? What an AWESOME idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Da boyz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ay yo...spin on dis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Table 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Table 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5 meals for $19? Dont mind if I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angie's really excited about the fact that she's messin with a sleeping Cristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeeaa boooiiiiee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00065.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heading back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ELMO'D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...And to all a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wakeup call. Thanks Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmmm....spam in da mo'nin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00074.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sayonara to the House, thanks again Derrick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00077.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tourists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00080.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joyce tries to make Derrick seem small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00095.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We come bearing gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00099.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beginning of the end.....bye Derrick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00106.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00106.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Driving the strip to Gold Coast for some Buffet Goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00115.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey Angie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00123.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00123.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww, we have to drive in the RAIN??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00122.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00122.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So many gang signs, so little hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/DSC00127.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/DSC00127.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WE MADE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the fond memories everyone, and special thanks to derrick for putting us up in his home, and also to Mel for the pictures and the many laughs all throughout the visit. Peaces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-114388515749750683?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/114388515749750683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=114388515749750683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114388515749750683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114388515749750683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/04/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-114284436558343125</id><published>2006-03-20T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:46:05.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Im taking a cue from Anna Liza to blog about the homily by Deacon Ben today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really struck by the quote from that book he read from. It said "The world needs lovers more than martyrs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we think we need to suffer to make our lives worthwhile? I think we should love as intensely as we can and the pain will be in our lives but our love will overpower it like me kicking some punk emo kid. It'll be no fun to watch love kick pain's ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, we should be lovers not martyrs because while martyrs are faithful, Love is greater than faith and takes a certain amount of faith to execute anyways. &lt;br /&gt;Be loving everyone, that way Christ's love reaches everyone before you die a martyr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. Good luck on finals everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-114284436558343125?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/114284436558343125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=114284436558343125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114284436558343125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114284436558343125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-114234566135744002</id><published>2006-03-14T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:41:38.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Baby Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/GiannaSleepin.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/GiannaSleepin.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the cute baby contest begin. This is the niece Gianna. Anyone else who thinks they can beat me or Gian, bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-114234566135744002?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/114234566135744002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=114234566135744002' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114234566135744002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114234566135744002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/03/cute-baby-contest.html' title='Cute Baby Contest'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-114212751111969320</id><published>2006-03-11T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:38:31.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my Dad!!! I love you Dad. I know you don't read this, but Im damn proud of you, and for all that you have given and sacrificed for me and your other sons and daughters. God bless you with long life and all that good stuff from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is hella funny. I called him and told him about how I went to the IHOP on University for the first time since he took me there the morning I moved in my freshman year of college, and he was like "wow, that's weird.....I bet I'll die now today, thanks" hahahaha. I was kinda like wtf, because it was so morbid but it made me laugh really hard. Good one dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited though now because I don't have a COMPLETELY empty Easter weekend. My dad is sponsoring someone for Confirmation the night of the Easter vigil, so he's probably gonna grab me on his way down there and we'll go to that mass together, hang out for a bit with his sponsee (??) and then he's finna roll home. So now I just need to find something to do for Easter day. Anyone got plans? wanna make some? hohk. Hit me up. Yea. do it. do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you ever wanted to say something soooo bad, but thought that it would be too awkward if you actually did? I have. It sucks. It's like having something to say, but knowing it will be too awkward if you actually do. That was a bad example. Anyway yea, in place of saying what I wanted to say, I hung out last night with a bunch of people who said awkward things and didn't care whether it was awkward or not. Awkward...bombs dropped everywhere. So good. Mel woke up first this morning, but no one really witnessed it so it's not a for sure. He's a sly bastard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kids should stay at home. There were kids at McDonalds makin fun of us old fogies last night and I wanted to tell them to take their emo asses home, give their baby sisters' pants back and cry themselves to sleep. Instead I just laughed at one whose big nose and bad peach fuzz shit stain on his face were only made worse by the fact that he was throwing his head around to his "half rap, half rock" collection. Man, people don't beat their kids enough. And I'm white but I gotta agree with Asians, Blacks, Mexicans, Indians, Native Americans, and all the other races that dont fear their children. What the hell happened to a little punishment for a crime? Why are kids getting time outs all the time? I mean I got time outs, but I spent mine contemplating how to sit so the least painful part of my ass from my spanking was sitting on the ground. Whatever, Im not agreeing with beating your children, Im just saying they need to be beat every now and then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of blogging now, sorry for the crappy one, just sayin what I had to say, except that one awkward thing. But that's cause it's awkward...do I even remember what it is? not really sure. Anyway, have good weekend men and ladies. Peace and Love  to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-114212751111969320?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/114212751111969320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=114212751111969320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114212751111969320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114212751111969320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/03/awkward.html' title='Awkward'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-114172538074380548</id><published>2006-03-07T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T01:56:20.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm just tryin to break out"</title><content type='html'>So Dee called me out. I need to blog. I don't know if 120am before opening the bookstore is the best time, but Im not sleepy right now. I am having emo aim sessions right now. I hate being emo. It reminds me of guys with small balls and even smaller pants. No mabuhay from them. Girls. Anyway, I dont want this to be a debbie downer entry so I wont be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what's really G-E-W-D. Ash Wednesday and Lent! I have never had a lenten experience like this one! I mean Ive already fallen in some of my promises, like running every day, but it's ok because the overall experience of the sacrifice has been more rewarding already than most of my other lents before this! I really pray that I can keep this spirit of joy in all aspects of my life. I usually never thought of lent as a happy season, but I think it can be, it's just a more solemn joy, a recognition of the grace abounding in our lives and practicing the restraint to funnel that joy towards His resurrection, the pinnacle of our faith. I've heard of saints dying from joy, just being in such intimate union with Christ's love for us, and yet they died praying on a pew, not needing to draw any sort of attention towards their joy. Maybe this is my time to really ponder and "refleck youpon" the beauty of silence. Yay for humility. (sorry for the dig on fr. john francis, I really do love that guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the emo-ness.....yea it's weird. Who woulda thunk that the white guy has feelings?? Hahaa jk, but seriously. Except for that one time when I got a lil itty bitty motorola walkie talkie while driving to homeless outreach and shouted "IT'S SO KEWT!!" in a very manly voice, I tend to be just manly. Well ok, the shoe thing, the clothes sometimes, and my attraction to mel and derrick aside, I am USUALLY less girly than more so. But when we get blindsided by these dumb things called feelings and emotions, men don't know how to deal. I think it's amusing how I/we try to react to it. I just say "eff it, Im not changing anything, it will go away." Most men would react the same way I bet, or never bring it up at all. I am now more girly for simply talking about the fact that I HAVE feelings, not even saying what they are hahaha. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough blankets and sheets crap for now, I would like to commend meechy for being so cool. I mean she's like an all-around kind of person! Forreals, she doesnt give in  to peer pressure, even when the peers are close friends. She is the king/queen of aim so she can talk to you like you're the only one. Props cuh, props. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to all who came out for skit practice you guys are seriously making it soo much easier for everyone else who also works hard. Much appreciated. Kirs you're owning that ish so keep doin whatever it is that you're doin. And thanks to the newbies, comin to watch wit big ol' eyes what spirit rally really is, and also to oldies for being good examples to the young 'uns. Yay for tomorrow! We have music practice for spirit rally!!! Woot.....oh wait I cant go because of my dumb paper that I should be writing right now instead. It's ok. Ill get it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to close it up. thanks Dee for calling me out. I enjoyed this. Hope you all did. Just a last note. I miss Dee, Dave, and Derrick. that's all. Love you guys (thats for everyone too ;)) Peace and love....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-114172538074380548?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/114172538074380548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=114172538074380548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114172538074380548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114172538074380548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-just-tryin-to-break-out.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m just tryin to break out&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-114011358076041749</id><published>2006-02-16T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:13:00.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Good Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all, short post here. Just wanted to say have a good weekend and God bless Audience of One tomorrow with their gig. I know you guys will rock the house for God! Don't have too much fun without me, but I think you will. It's koo. All for Him!! Peace and God bless y'all.....oh and kirs I will post some pics later. You know what Im talkin bout ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-114011358076041749?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/114011358076041749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=114011358076041749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114011358076041749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/114011358076041749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-good-weekend.html' title='Have a Good Weekend!'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-113948093726456361</id><published>2006-02-09T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T02:28:57.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"YOU GUYS GOTTA REMIND ME!"</title><content type='html'>Sup everyone! I know it's been forever since I've blogged and for that I apologize. But I have been kinda busy and I haven't had a long time to just sit and write until now. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the last few weeks have been action packed, what with retreat and all the midterms/papers and other school stuff comin up. I don't like thinking of all the stuff I SHOULD be doing because it makes me think about all the stuff I HAVENT done yet.And before I forget, retreat was really awesome. No words. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went bowling tonight and I have come to realize I really enjoy it. Especially when the games are only $1 each on wednesday nights. So you know what that means? I got my own shoes so I don't have pay the $4 each time I go. Save some money. Whoever invented bowling was the man. I think Jack Bauer did because it is THAT cool. And as everyone knows, Jack is the essence of cool. Speaking of Jack I have been trying to write a random fact for the online&lt;a href="http://www.notrly.com/jackbauer/index.php?topthirty"&gt;Top Thirty&lt;/a&gt; but I am not nearly as funny as these people. I wish I could give Jack a gift likea funny fact but alas I will have to settle for the fanship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one thing Im really looking forward to is my brother's wedding. Man the place looks pretty sick, it's the Catamaran in SD and I think Im gonna have a room to myself the first 2 nights Im there because my brothers don't come in until friday! Woot! Anyway, yea that will be cool cause I think weddings are fun, but maybe I just like the idea of partying in one like Vince and Owen. Although I won't be crashing, obviously. Whateva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been thinking about it and yes, I don't know if I'm gonna go home for spring break. I always end up going home and not doing anything and then talking to people who hang out all the time down here and have a butt load of fun and yea, screw them....I mean, maybe we can hang out! But another, more compelling reason is that I can work, get a few more hours in that week, and also maybe see my niece since my break might overlap with my sister's! I will see her for the first time in about 2 months when I got to the wedding so spring break will be another good time to be the good uncle I am and hang out. Being an uncle makes me feel old, as it should I am finishing college, but I also feel nothing bu youth when I think about the fact that I am 21 years old. thats like 4 years away from being able to rent a car on my own, 9 years from entering the 4th decade of your life, and only (statistically) 60 years from when I should die. So I think I'm good for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and coming events are getting me excited, especially Spirit Rally! Man so good, I can't wait. All the business, the stress, the utter fatigue, the long nights working on skit, and on the nights when its not skit it's music min, then when its not either of those it's commercials, and when it's not commercials it's back to music min. Yes it is a big big bundle of fun and I wouldn't miss it for the world. Well the world's got a lot of ish in it, but it's a figger of speech. And no that's not a n-"brenton's favorite word"-r of speech. Matter of fact, I don't even know if that exists. Unless it was martin luther king, malcolm x or louis faracon (sp?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the weather we have been having. It's too hot to wear pants and shoes during the day, but right now I'm in my room and my crackaass is freezing because the temperature dropped once the sun went below the horizon. Tomorrow morning will be the same, but I will resist by wearing nothing but shorts and sandals or maybe shoes, but I won't bring a sweatshirt to work when I close because I will protest this weather until it makes up its damn mind. I know my fight is a losing one, but I mean am I REALLY losing? I mean come on, if I was prepared for everything, I would be a boyscout and last I heard boyscouts let homosexuals get pins and scarves also....maybe I should join. And I take back the scarf thing, I think that's girl scouts....not that I should know that but whatever. I only went for the first few meetings.....and to get the scarf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of scarves, I have noticed a lot of them on campus this past winter, it seems to be the next "it" thing. Or WAS the "it" thing, I don't know anymore, fashion moves too fast. Kirs and I were talking about how women probably have it worse than men in terms of needing to stay on top of fashion. They have all these trends coming out every year and yet inevitably it turns to the $80,000 bag J-Lo and Debra Messing are toting around. I cant say much about expensive purses since starting to like really expensive shoes, but last I checked, I didn't NEED a Louis Vuitton mutt-bag for anything but carrying my mutt, which is far less important than protecting my feet. Mutt-bag reminds me of another "bag" word and I think the people who carry these bags are ------bags themselves. But yea fashion's a funny thing. like how certain things will never go out of style. Pants for example. They will always be around. But not capris, those funny looking too-short pants for women. Those used to be called "high-waters" but I guess the Gap and other stores thought that had a negatove ring to it and changed to some stupid French word no one even knows the meaning of (being the nerd I am, I just looked it up and there is no record of a word "capris" in the French language, those designers are sly dogs). And for men, shirts will never go out of style, but emo, too-short, Mick Jagger-esque shirts WILL go out of style. It's inevitable. With the amount of weight the US is gaining every year, I am going to weigh 300lbs by my 30th bday. and even God will come down from Heaven and stop people from making too-small shirts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what won't go out of style though...toilet paper. That's right, there is one thing that will never be discontinued for some new fangled machine or something, because that is something that is fail-proof. The day toilet-paper doesn't work, is the same day Jack Bauer lets out a gleeful laugh. Jack is not gleeful. He is awesome. and even though awesome can be perceived as gleeful, gleeful is NEVER perceived as awesome so he won't do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been fun everyone. I don't know why I said all of those unnecessary things, but I think it has something to do with the fact that I havent blogged in a while and I didn't just want to say what has been happening in my life because that tends to be boring. But I'm not done. I'm making you guys stay here. But you know how I know you will stay? Because I'm doing shoutouts....yeeaaa boooiiiieee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick: I thought of you first just now cause I was thinking about the 2 guys in my class who snapped when they shook/slapped hands. I miss you man. Much love and prayers go to you in Henderson. Hit me up when you're free, I wanna hear your voice again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keerz: I thought of you because you mentioned you had spoken to Derrick today or something. Good luck with all of your midterms and ish like that. I hope it all goes well for you and Erwin, even if you don't read this in time. The 1st year anniversary of you hanging out with the guys is coming up, should we do something to commemorate? Mario Party? GNO? I dunno. Oh and props on all of the ideas for skit...it's gonna be siiiiick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenton: I thought of you because...I think of you. Hope you feel better tomorrow and aren't sick anymore. I am holding you to your word of not buying shoes until your next paycheck...a whole 2 WEEKS! Man, you might as well have a needle and be hittin your veins like Jack because you are ADDICTED! Haha, I guess addictions that make you more sexy are cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP: I thought of you because I just wrote the words sexy and cool. props to your constant bloggage. I didn't realize it was so hard to do and come up with something different every day until someone told me my daily blogs, when I did them, were boring. Good luck with your studying, I would help you if I knew a damn thing about engines. Or electricity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin: I thought of you because I actually thought of trying to spell your's and kirs' names with IPA symbols. Sorry a nerdy thought led to you, but it's just the truth. May I reiterate my good luck wishes to you and kirs for tomorrow. Also, I must say it has been a great pleasure serving with you as family leader so far and we're only 1/2 of the way done with the year! Sooo goood! St Gabriel all day baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimz: I thought of you because I miss seeing you a lot...not saying that to be sad but just to let you know you aren't forgotten. Thanks again for pushing me, but also good luck with the stressful apps you're dealin with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meechy: I thought of you because I almost wrote "my loves" at the beginning of my entry. Man o man. Sorry for pushing your broccoli self over, but to be fair the laughter from that far exceeds any remorse I have. Wow that wasn't nice at all. I AM sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean: I thought of you because I noticed your "bear" krew was next to each other so I figured you should join their den here on my blog. Man I've gotten to get a lot closer to you recently and I am lucky to have shared so many laughs with you. You are really dumb sometimes. But aren't we all? Keep it up, dumb things can get you places too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang: I thought of you because I just burped some white chocolate mocha I had a while back. Burps and starbucks, that's you! Ok that wasn't nice either sorry. But seriously I love the fact that I know you and I can be one of those 9,458 people on ring road to say "ANGIE!!" and you know my name. So popular. So good. You know why God made different races? So we can make fun of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frances and Bellamay: I thought of you guys because I thought of one of you first then the other and since you're inseperable I didn't want to show some favoritism by having the one I thought of second go later and me say "I thought of you because I thought of her!". But to Frances (because she's older not necessarily the first I thought of, but she could be) you helped me a lot during retreat with prayers and all and I never thanked you. So thank you. I wish I could repay you. I'm praying for whatever you are praying for in your life. Bellamay I was really considering saying I thought of you first then recanting the statement because I'm so good at that now with you, taking things away from you, but I'll be nice and just say thanks for joining so fully in Liwanag and our little group of eccentrics. I just remembered I was the one who called you to come to the first meeting, so you have to thank me also. But not really. God bless you Montesas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee and Dave: I thought of you guys because I talked to my mom today and she mentioned my future sister-in-law who lives in SF. I really hope you guys are doing well and that your trip down here this weekend is safe and fun, even though I probably won't get to see you guys I am glad you get the chance to join everyone for the wedding! I'm always thinking of you guys, like seriously. I'm not as close as I wish I could be to either of you, but no worries I am close in Christ and I'm praying for you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that sums all of the ones I'm thinking of right now. Sorry if your name didnt make it on, but it is 2:30 so I am bound to forget some people. Peace and love to you all. Come back and see us y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-113948093726456361?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/113948093726456361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=113948093726456361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113948093726456361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113948093726456361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-guys-gotta-remind-me.html' title='&quot;YOU GUYS GOTTA REMIND ME!&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-113741023556682783</id><published>2006-01-16T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:32:09.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You dance over me, while I am unaware"</title><content type='html'>Sup y'all, this is the first time in a while for me to post but I like posting a lil less, cause that means I have more to say and less crap to just fill space. 24....sooooo goooooood!!!! Maaaan. I don't want to ruin it for anyone who didn't see it, but daaamn whoever writes that show is insane, almost as insane as Jack, except they don't kill as many people. Or torture anyone. Or do that classic whisper yell...."please just TRUST me!". So. Good. Yea they definitely set a high bar for themselves this season with all the stuff that goes down just in the first 2 hours of the day, and my only hope is that they justify some of the sacrifices they made. :( RIP my friends. Yea thats right I said it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life has been just ok since school started. My quarter was all crazy at the beginning cause of the class situation and stuff. But only now as we head into the 2nd week I realize it's going to be a whole lot CRAZIER than I thought it would be. Ugh. He will carry me through it though so its ok. I guess I'm just kinda stressin at the end of this whole college thing; stressing about graduating on time, getting a job to pay the bills for now, and being able to look for a long-term, career-oriented job while doing that, so it's all snowballing into some crazy stress. I think on a significantly smaller scale Im feeling what Derrick went through discerning about Vegas and such, in that I am going to be making sacrifices in the future that will change my life and lifestyle and I just pray for the strength to meet these challenges head-on. My greatest fear is to not have the people that are in my life right now. I am afraid that the sacrifice I will be asked to make will separate me from them in an irreparable way. My prayer I guess is to do what God wants of me, and hopefully understand and be able to cope with any loss I may encounter, even though it is my least favorite thing to think about. We'll have to see how that goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of laundry to do today, and I don't like doing laundry. But I'm running out of clothes so I guess its either sit here and do nothing, or do laundry and actually have something to wear besides these undies Im sitting in. hahaha just kidding, but I bet you're all grossed out now huh? So yea I will be starting that in a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I'm done blogging for now, I guess I didn't have as much to say as I thought several weeks off would actually have, but it's better than nothing. But then again, maybe it isn't, maybe nothing would be better than pondering my future and complaining about how hard I have it. I don't have it hard. I have it great. I am blessed, while just a little broken also. I can deal. Peace friends and loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-113741023556682783?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/113741023556682783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=113741023556682783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113741023556682783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113741023556682783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-dance-over-me-while-i-am-unaware.html' title='&quot;You dance over me, while I am unaware&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-113628271589640250</id><published>2006-01-03T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:05:15.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>2005 In The Beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you ring in the New Year?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember for sure.....home I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss anyone at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no....yawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you make any resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in resolutions. Why reserve only one day of the year for self-change? we should be doin that every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 Your Love Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single/Taken?&lt;br /&gt;single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many relationships did you have?&lt;br /&gt;No romantic ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many break ups?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 Friends and Enemies...&lt;br /&gt;Friends were/are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you meet any new friends this year?&lt;br /&gt;yea. Got really close to several as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did any of your friendships end?&lt;br /&gt;Not as close as I would like to be with several people, but none have ended thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you dislike anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of the year? kinda, maybe one or two but only in a very selfish way. Im over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get into any fights?&lt;br /&gt;I fight with people every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you make any new enemies?&lt;br /&gt;yea probably, and I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you resolve any fights?&lt;br /&gt;yea a few memorable ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your closest friend? &lt;br /&gt;Ok even tho my like 3 friends wont care, I am not answering this question because it requires me to choose a favorite. I don't have one. Although some of you guys could work on bein a lil nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 The Holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a Valentine?&lt;br /&gt;as in a person? please, girls were asking guys around me to be their valentines just cause they was near me! wait maybe they actually knew those guys. Dammit I guess not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the Easter bunny visit you?&lt;br /&gt;by visit you mean dropped off candy and rotten eggs in a basket right? yea he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch fireworks on the 4th of July?&lt;br /&gt;Yea some damn good ones from the top of Donner Pass. They were on Donner lake and lasted a good 45 minutes. Sooo good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you dress up for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;I was Syndrome for the kids in Santa Ana. Hair and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do for Thanksgiving?&lt;br /&gt;Ate more than most 3rd world countries...man that was kinda mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you make a list of gifts for the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you receive what you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;yea kinda I guess.....didnt give my parents a good idea so I cant blame them for not gettin everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you good this holiday season?&lt;br /&gt;as in nice as opposed to naughty? Then yes. Unless a girl is asking the question in which case I was very very naughty. So naughty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 Your BIRTHDAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old did you turn?&lt;br /&gt;21 baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a cake?&lt;br /&gt;no hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;The actual night of, I bought a 6-pack or Newcastle and celebrated with my brother. We couldnt leave from the Camp tho cause we had kids over. If the parents find out I was drinking I think they would be pissed but what they dont know wont hurt them eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get any presents?&lt;br /&gt;well not physical ones hahaha. But I want to thank everyone again for calling me. I felt so loved it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 The Memories and Accomplishments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest Memory?&lt;br /&gt;yea it's really hard. But I might have to say "I guess Im just gonna go....." yea Mel that was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddest Memory?&lt;br /&gt;There was one in fall quarter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Accomplishment?&lt;br /&gt;Mass on the Plaza. I mean I didn't do as much as some people but that whole thing went off soooo well. Praise God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 FAVORITES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;24, nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite songs?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh another hard one.&lt;br /&gt;A Day Late- Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;Your Grace is Enough- Matt Maher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food? of the year?&lt;br /&gt;My dad's pecan pie. I don't even think that's food. Just slices of heaven, mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite stores?&lt;br /&gt;Blends, Buffalo Exchange, Active, The Closet, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite restaurants?&lt;br /&gt;Alerto's, Norms, The Hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite piece of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;my "sexiest" shirt(stussy skull and crossbones ;)), my Zoo York hoodie,Le Tigre polos, and all my shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 All about YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you change at all this year?&lt;br /&gt;yea I think so. Which means even more than I thought because if I see the change it must have been significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was 2005 a good year?&lt;br /&gt;yea one of my best. As always it had ups and downs but if I didnt have those I would be a weak person so I dont mind them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did 2005 bring any new insights?&lt;br /&gt;I try too hard at the things that don't matter and don't try at the things that do.&lt;br /&gt;He will always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 2006 will top 2005?&lt;br /&gt;I hope it does for me what God intends for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any goals for 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Grow in faith, figure out where my future lies, and hopefully get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish 2005 wouldn't end?&lt;br /&gt;I'm content knowing I can at least take all the memories with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan to do anything special for NYE 2006?&lt;br /&gt;It already happened. I spent it alone at my apartment. At first that bothered me, but I'm ok with it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will you be kissing at Midnight?&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't kiss anyone, but next year? hmm maybe my significant other? only makes sense right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty cool. Thanks kirs for the heads up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-113628271589640250?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/113628271589640250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=113628271589640250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113628271589640250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113628271589640250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2006/01/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-113549120577453200</id><published>2005-12-24T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:13:25.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-113549120577453200?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/113549120577453200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=113549120577453200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113549120577453200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113549120577453200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-113531439184564744</id><published>2005-12-22T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:06:31.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can't Stop.....Thinkin Bout You"</title><content type='html'>Wow, it’s been a looooong time! But I guess that’s all my fault….wait, I don’t have to guess, I KNOW its my fault. Anyways, I miss all you guys in the Vine a lot, like a loot. A pirate’s loot…ok that was lame, I was just too lazy to go add another “o” to make it an extended word. I am bloggin on Microsofty word right now, which I never do, but I have to because of the damn dialup. I hate dialup. I would almost say that no internet is better than dialup but then I couldn’t be contactin all y’all right now. I have been pretty busy up here in central cal since I left. When I left on Saturday the 11th or whatever day that was, I went to six flags for the first time in a few years and I had an awesome time! I really like that place, and I got to ride the best ride ever….X!!! Poooob oooooos!!! Anyways, after that I went home for 2 days then headed up to Tahoe Land to chill with my best friend from high school, Bryan and his roommates and friends from UCSD. Many good times just chillin with the guys up there, even tho I suuuck at snowboarding and I almost killed myself the first day, I had an awesome time. Besides snowboarding we hit up the state line and I came out of the casino with about 15 extra bones…..well not REAL bones, but that’s the ghet term for money, bills, Benjamins etc. But yea, it’s a great feeling leaving a casino after gambling for a few hours and having MORE money than when I left! &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after I got back from Tahoe last Friday, I turned around on Sunday and went back up to Sacramento to visit my Grandma in Roseville. Ugh, soooo much driving, but it was worth it seeing my grandma for the first time in a long time. I was gonna call Marites because she said she lives like pretty close to my grandmas place, but it turns out I didn’t have any free time, sorry Marites. But yea, got back this past Tuesday and have just been chillin since…..it feels really nice not having a single thing to do but be bored. I visited with more hs friends yesterday and that was fun, not weird like I thought it would be….saw one guy I haven’t seen since graduation, that was crazy. He’s a good guy too, I feel bad not stayin in contact with some of them. After chillin with them I went and bought my bro a present for CHRISTmas (our family, due to the volume of siblings, does a gift exchange so we don’t all go bankrupt around this season) and I got him a cd by Mae cause he likes them…..well I’ve been listening to them a lot and I must say, sooooo goooood! I love both of their cds! And I just learned they are playing in LA on Feb 7th with Yellow Card for only 20 bones!! Anyone wanna go? Cause I do. But wait, that’s a Tuesday! Ugh, I’ll have to cross that bridge when I come to it. &lt;br /&gt; I saw kirs’ blog and I am gonna humor you guys with the 5 habits that I see myself doing every now and then….or all the time maybe, we’ll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Weird Habits of Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 Weird Habits of Yours" and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their 5 quirky habits, as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yea I bite my nails like crazy also. It’s really bad. Just the other day I bit them down so short they hurt all day. But I must say I have gotten really good at it so even tho they are short, they aren’t all gross and ripped and stuff….dey luk bery niiice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am constantly cracking my neck and knuckles…..the knuckles are a bad habit I think, but the neck just feels so damn good every time I cant help it! Sometimes when Im in those classrooms that have really stiff desks I push against the desk and crack like 8 of my vertebrae. It’s awesome. Kinda like sex for my bones. Not that I know, Im just sayin, it feels daamn good. Yea anyways…..#3….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I walk I try to not hit any cracks in the pavement and I even count how many steps it is between major points on campus. Yea this is possibly one of the weirdest things I do, but it is what it is, I find myself at like 45 and counting and then try to make myself stop and I can’t! I know plenty of people who avoid cracks, like 4 out of 7 of the voices in my head don’t want me to either, but the counting thing is just freakin weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I had to think of one dealing with food and I thought about how I reallllly hate it when food drips on my fingers, but I don’t do anything to prevent it really, besides wiping them off with napkins a lot. I mean if Im eating a burger and I don’t want to get juice on myself, why don’t I just keep the paper on it? I don’t know, maybe because I don’t like the taste of paper and I have tasted it several times when I try to keep the burger in the paper. Tonight me and my bros and sisters cooked some burritos since my parents were out and I wanted to just kill the burrito, so much damn juice dripping out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have had a really hard time controlling the natural beauty I am blessed with. I try to not dress well around the house and stuff and I find myself looking at my reflection in mirrors, windows and even the eyes of those people visiting, and I think to myself, “damn, I look good. And I mean reeall good!” But what can I do about it? Not much. I will try to fix it in the future because I know how disheartening it is for those less fortunate. But I still love you guys, don’t worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people huh?....&lt;br /&gt;1. Brenton….because I want to see how his laces are one of his funny habits and he looks down at them and says “oh I cant wait to get you home baby.” And also how much in love he is with me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dav…..I know kirs already tagged you but I need to fill this blog up more and in his eloquent words “DAMN! Blog already!!!”.&lt;br /&gt;3. Katrina….because I know you’re freakin OCD more than anyone I know so I want to hear about the things I don’t notice.&lt;br /&gt;4. Marites….the quiet ones always have crazy ass habits!&lt;br /&gt;5. Bryan….I don’t even know if you read my blog, but our talks about When Harry Met Sally were classic hahaha. Lemme know some random ass habits you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was kinda amusing. But Im done with it. Yusss. Anyways, I don’t have a whole lot more to say. I miss you guys and I wish I was down there, but we all have our duties and family is mine for now. I am coming back a week from tomorrow, December 30th. I had thought I would be back the 29th, a week from today, but it turns out my parents are so damn popular they want to chill in SD next thurs after goin to Rosarito so people in SD can catch up with us. But if anyone wants to make some plans I am down to do whatever next Friday! Please lemme know and I will be callin people when I get back cause I wanna see yo faces. I won’t be online from this Saturday until I get back next week so for all those waiting up late for me to show up for like 10 minutes on my badass dialup, I am sorry but you will have to wait. I apologize for such narcissism in this post, but it’s only a cover for how fragile I am. I am really crying on the inside. Anyway, it was fun to blog, I haven’t in a long ass time and I hope to get into it more. Have a very very Merry CHRISTmas!!!! I love all y’all!! Peaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it’s been over 3 weeks since my last post! Never again kiddos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-113531439184564744?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/113531439184564744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=113531439184564744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113531439184564744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113531439184564744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/12/cant-stopthinkin-bout-you.html' title='&quot;Can&apos;t Stop.....Thinkin Bout You&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-113335815154532045</id><published>2005-11-30T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T05:43:42.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante Derrick David</title><content type='html'>So I got the news tonight(or last night if you want to get technical) . I will miss you. But this post is not going to be about how much I want you to stay. It will not be about how sad we will be when you leave. It will not ask you to recant your decision, in exchange for a decision that would keep you closer to us. It will be about the strength it took to make that choice.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what was going on when I got there; I held your hand in the circle for the shouting of those 3 special words, and we messed around like usual about being able to hold each others hands hahaha. But when you knelt I just kinda stood there. I got selfish really fast. I didn't think that it was necessary (go ahead kirs, say it) for you to be doing this. But it was right then that I realized how little I know you....I was only thinking about why you were leaving, when I didn't think about how hard it was for you to do that. I mean, bro, if I had to make a decision like that, leaving Liwanag to go to a city a ways off and find my way in this world, and in my walk with Christ, I would probably just make that far off city into one a little closer....like Irvine. Man, you got some guts bro. I've never seen you look so sad and bummed, but simulataneously steadfast and faithful that Christ's love will carry you through this  new part of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like I'm freakin saying goodbye forever. I know it won't be like that at all, and I know we will be in touch, but I think I'm just in awe of the faith that it takes to make decisions in our lives, a faith I have yet to experience. I'm gonna freakin see you on saturday hahaha. WTF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of those lookin to make massive decisions in your life soon (myself included in that) just pray. Take a hint from 3D and just let God decide what is best for you and your relationship with Him and everything else will follow. I think the reason Im responding this way is because of the fear I have been feeling of finishing school and not knowing what to do afterwards. I can commiserate with the impending hard decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a lil bitch writing like this, but whatever. He's a good friend of mine, I aint ashamed. I just feel bad I didn't know earlier so I could stay for break, but I have plans now. I guess that means trips out to Vegas....oh well =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us congratulate him in his choice, let us raise our glasses, our lighters, or whatever other thing you want to raise to him, and just remember........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...................................IT'S A CELEBRATION BITCHES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-113335815154532045?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/113335815154532045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=113335815154532045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113335815154532045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113335815154532045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/11/dante-derrick-david.html' title='Dante Derrick David'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-113239815688522422</id><published>2005-11-19T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T03:02:36.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen, We DO Believe</title><content type='html'>Possibly the most profound experience of my life. Simultaneously powerful, touching, prayerful, hurtful(in a good way), joyous, insightful, and even a little saddening. The sad parts were so powerful though because in the sadness I saw His face. I can't explain the sad parts because almost the whole time I felt joy, but at points there was sadness. Someone told me something very simple but profound and it filled me with Joy from Him throughout the evening. What was said isn't important, but just know that I pray for God to move in me that way every day, to be His servant and to accept Him fully every day of my life is all that I ask. Knowing my sin and unworthiness, I am more attuned to the fact that I am only a vessel through which I want God to work through me and I don't know how that may be, but as long as Im doing His will I will be on the right track. God bless everyone and thanks for comin out!!! BEN-E CONZZ '05!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-113239815688522422?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/113239815688522422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=113239815688522422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113239815688522422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113239815688522422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/11/amen-we-do-believe.html' title='Amen, We DO Believe'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-113124507470950994</id><published>2005-11-05T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:44:34.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm in the library now, and I should be working on my lighting project as well as my paper and my machinima thingy. But I'm blogging because I have more interest in this right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever wonder where those survey things come from and who writes them? I do. I mean most of them are lame, and have the same questions, but someone has to write them, and that means someone also writes the really good ones. I wish I could think of a good survey. As a matter of fact I'm going to write one right now. Not a super long one, but maybe just a dumb one cause I feel like doing it and Ill see how far it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to people in person: at least every few hours&lt;br /&gt;Talk on the phone: 3 times a day minimum&lt;br /&gt;On AIM: "ALL DAY!"&lt;br /&gt;Talk ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE when you are doing any of the above:.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so that was a dumb way of me saying I need to stop talking about people so much. I feel like every time I THINK, it is about how someone else bothers me or how they can change themselves to fit into what I consider "normal" behavior. And like one of my previous survey thingies revealed, my big mouth gets me in trouble a lot. I feel really bad that I am able to hide my feelings so well about certain people. When they really drive me crazy, and I want to punch them in the face sometimes, I pretend like nothings wrong. I know I'm not alone in this, but I feel like I spend an inordinate amount of time dwelling on the splinters in other people's eyes, while the beam in mine goes unattended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I also crave normalcy, so when people don't act normal around me I get angry with them, but then I pretend everything is normal because I would rather things appear normal than for me to vent my feelings. Someone called me heartless the other day. I think cause I told them I don't cry much. But the more I think about it, the more I think it applies to my treatment of others. I don't think Im a heartless person, I just think my treatment of them is heartless sometimes. Why can't I bust a Jesus and just love everyone? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY....on a more positive note, I had a good time last night. After work Katrina came and picked me up and we rolled over to South Coast to do some window copping. I was sad cause I was rejected twice by things that were on the sale racks but werent really on sale. I hate when that happens, but I guess its for the better. I didnt spend too much $$ that way. I was also proud of myself for not buying any shoes hahahaa. I know thats lame but it's kinda true. After finishing up in South Coast I called up bre'n asking him what time the closet closes and while he was on the phone he got scared by gp and then gp scared adrian. There was lots of laughs over there. But then we went to The Closet and I bought a stussy t-shirt for like 15 bux. Not bad. Katrina was drooling over True Religion jeans that cost 300 and I almost choked. Who pays rent for a pair of jeans???? Anyway, after that she took me home and I got ready for the party at Mike and Randell's. Happy Bday Mike! &lt;br /&gt;That was kinda fun, until the end and In n Out madness, but whatever. I then went and hung out with the 442, meechy nimz and dean. Good times in there also, but in all honesty I was so sleepy for most of it I didn't catch everything. So some of the secrets are safe with you guys, some of them I know. Now you just have to guess which is which!! MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw Jill's post about not knowing about the future, as well as GP's comment, and I think Im in the same boat so you guys should scoot over cause Im sittin my ass in the "where am I going" portion of the population. I don't know if I want to teach, act or write or what. I don't know if I want to go back to school right after college, or start working right away. I am scared. I am praying on a daily basis about it, but I am also avoiding thinking about it because it scares me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only thing I am absolutely sure of is that I want to stay in socal. I don't know for how long, but I know that I am especially scared of the fact that most people don't stay in contact with those they went to college with, and I dont want that to be me. I am clinging to all of you guys. I hope this doesnt inhibit my ambitions and not allow me to grow, but I would rather grow through Christ in the same community, than to grow in my profession anywhere else. But we shall see. One step at a time. In Him I am stronger than ever by myself, and I need to trust that I will never lose my brothers and sisters in Christ, no matter what the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isnt meant to be a sad post! I am sorry I am being so sad. I'm going to end it with something I havent done in a while that is always a happy part of my posts, shoutouts!!! I know this post is obscenely long as it is, but hey people only read their own shoutout anyway right? hahaha here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meechy: oh who would have known??? hahaha man o man. I love the fact that you live so close, otherwise things like "the night" would not have happened and neither would last night! Have a good one in the 442!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinboy: It's always cool to see new people come out to LOG and stick around, and you're no exception. I hope to see you all the time to the point that I dont want to see you at all, that way I know you're still coming to LOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimz: you ever heard the term, curiousity killed the cat? Yea you're a cat my friend and you will die soon if you arent careful. Man, do you have to ask soooo many questions??? and do you HAVE to interrupt to ask them?? Im kinda kidding. I love you, but I just laugh when you say the things you do...like you said, you cant win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel: What have I ever done to derserve your rapes????? Ugh, I don't know if it turns me on anymore cause you're so rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP: JCVD is back in action through you and your ugly dancing hahaha. Good one. Do you ever wish you could just get the training of a Navy SEAL and then chill in a normal job? be a badass at some dumb job. I dunno I think that would be cool, especially for you since you are kinda too lazy to have a serious job like infiltrating North Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin: Monday will be memorable....one month for you-know-who =D. Go St Gabriel family!! Body rolls forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenton: "Did you ever know that you're my hero?" You're not everything I'd like to be, but thats ok. None of us are perfect. Hope the one-month hiatus hasnt made your feet blue.....if you don't get that joke Im proud of you cause it means you're more innocent than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten: No I cant talk loud in the library. "Uhhh, ok bye" hahaha. Is the plan still in effect for saturday? if you dont get that joke I am NOT proud of you because it means you are more innocent than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Wu: happy bday bro and good times hanging out last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I have energy and time for now. I would apoligize for the longest post in life, but I don't really feel sorry so Im not gonna say sorry for something Im not sorry for. The honesty starts now! Have a good saturday night everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey Irish Crack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-113124507470950994?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/113124507470950994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=113124507470950994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113124507470950994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113124507470950994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-im-in-library-now-and-i-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-113081561942429949</id><published>2005-10-31T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:27:00.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do not lighten my load, but make my shoulders stronger"</title><content type='html'>Well hello everyone, I know it's been a while since a real update and I apologize, but things have been crazy around here, not necessarily with any one single aspect of my life but all of them combined makes me a pretty busy person. So I've been dealin with that....well by dealing I mean avoiding, but it's ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I need to stop buying shoes for a while because I have lots of money-depriving events coming up. PUSO gala, Ben-E Conzz and the &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; shirts we are getting. Plus I'm gonna go to Tahoe for the first week of break and that will cost a lot of money so I need to save. And I say all this after making a date with Katrina to shop on Friday hahahaha. Im a moron. Anyways....yea lots of stuff coming up. I am not looking forward to most of the school stuff coming up, but everything else I am stoked about, especially........ &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BENEFIT CONCERT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But forreal though, I am really excited about Ben-E Conzz and all of the good that will come of it. I mean we do it for our brothers and sisters on skid row and our mission is to serve and we always do exactly that, but the spiritual rewards are so awesome...I am having such an amazing journey with everyone in this and I am so excited to have all of our hardwork and prep culminate in that one night of praise, but to think that that one night on Nov 18th (*cough* shameless plug!) is the only praise we get out of this process is too minimalist because in truth every practice we have had is an amazing experience of prayer. Hopefully all we do for this concert is in His name and for His greater glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to benefit concert practices has also made me look at the way I serve much more critically. Do I serve to be noticed? Do I sing to just be part of the benefit choir, and thus be noticed? I like to think not because I sing with all my heart sometimes but I also like the fact that Im performing for others. I guess if I keep Him at the center always I can overcome any kind of obstacle like this. Gotta keep prayin fsho though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to da Monstah for his shoutout on his blog last week, I would like to reciprocate all of what he said because I am truly inspired by him and all he does....besides being smitten by his stunning good looks and massive frame...ok Im coming back to the world of straight hahaha. This is also a time to apologize for leaving "the game" for a while. But Im gonna "cop" some shirts for us young gunz from a store in Fresno, cause thats the only place bad enough to sell these ones. Enjoy the pic, Im out kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, HAPPY BDAY KHRISTINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/d_324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/d_324.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Young Gunz fo-evva"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-113081561942429949?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/113081561942429949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=113081561942429949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113081561942429949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113081561942429949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-not-lighten-my-load-but-make-my.html' title='&quot;Do not lighten my load, but make my shoulders stronger&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-113000311987289328</id><published>2005-10-22T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T10:45:19.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are supposedly 26 questions that no one would ever think to ask. Answer them, then REPOST the bulletin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the stubble on my face, then I look at my teeth 'cause I don't want to look at the stubble on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well technically none because Im in bajaja pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attest. Rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's hard not to say earth, but I would have to choose Mars, because according to Dr. John Gray, that's where me and the rest of men are from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your main ring tone on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 ringtone beetches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife-beater, because I'm a redneck celebrity and I beat my wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you "label" yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah not much, but if I HAD to it would be "down-to-earth" and "sexy". Best combo ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing Active socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I'm at the computer or sleeping, I don't like dim light. it makes me fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of the person who posted this before you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cool....thinks she's cooler. But she's cool.....actually I'm not sure, I just read the label she gave herself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever "spilled the beans"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man my big mouth gets me in trouble a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwin a football outside the dollar theatre w/old school madrons and Bre'n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behaaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you click on pop ups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not unless they offer hot women....I'm just kidding....but not really. But I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a saying that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;"Can you stop?", "Necessary?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who told you they loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and my sister on weds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't own any kind of camera, and if I did I wouldnt spend even more money to develop film.....oh to answer the question, none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How Many Drugs Have You Done In The Past Three Days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea have to agree w/kirs, 21(which is what I am now) is pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really hot pic of elisha cuthbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;"haha suuuucks......night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to&lt;br /&gt;change a major regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really regret not taking a million dollars....this is a very hard question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Do you love/ like someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love several people, like a few more, and am attracted to too many to count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-113000311987289328?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/113000311987289328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=113000311987289328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113000311987289328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/113000311987289328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/10/these-are-supposedly-26-questions-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112974325433623972</id><published>2005-10-19T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T10:34:54.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a dumb white boy tryin' to be all asian</title><content type='html'>So some people make me reeeeeaaaaalllllllllyyyy angry. I have a hard time holding in my anger, but thanks to all who help me see it's better to do that. Please pray for people who don't have love in their lives cause I think that's the reason it went down. Well nothing went down, but they need love in their lives and all we can do is pray for them. Thanks to all the guys, you guys had my back and I appreciate that. Well Im finna get ready for the day. Im FINALLY finna see my niece today!! Soo exciting! Yea so if you guys want to do anything after 4, ferget it cause Im with the fam. God bless everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never finna get it, never finna get it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112974325433623972?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112974325433623972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112974325433623972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112974325433623972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112974325433623972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-dumb-white-boy-tryin-to-be-all.html' title='Just a dumb white boy tryin&apos; to be all asian'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112940257036794630</id><published>2005-10-15T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T18:01:33.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"When the world is spinnin 'round....."</title><content type='html'>Ok so this is goin to be a REAL update. Goin back to the old days of long ass blogs just cause I feel like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been insanely busy this past week with all kinds of stuff, mostly school and UCC, but also catching up with old dorm friends and celebrating roommates' b-days as well as other friends' days of birth. Its been a costly week but worth every penny because of the fun times we have had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start monday, I had one of the coolest things happen ever. I got a letter from my mom in the mail and it was just a card with an old picture of me from around '93 when I was living to the fullest at the ripe ol' age of 9. It was simple, but what she said literally almost made me cry......I didnt, but almost. One section of the letter sums up its purpose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[The picture] got me thinking about you and all your wonderful qualities. I just wanted to tell you just how proud we are of you and all the things you have worked so hard to become"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hit me like a ton of bricks cause my parents have never told me how proud they are of me, I mean a little about some events like mass on the plaza which they liked a lot, but never have they expressed it in regards to my total person, and all I am. Needless to say this made my week. I called my mom and we had a really long good talk about everything. Ive had several such convos with her, but this one was different because of spirit with which I had called her. God bless moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was pretty crazy. I have insane schedules on Tues/Thurs and this one was no exception. Starting work at 745 on tues morning then having only 1hr of break before a class, then only 20 mins before the next 2hr class, another 30 before my 3hr class with erwin and then Liwanag at 7. I just read Angies blog and was nodding my head as I read it cause all the struggles she was experiencing were basically how I felt on Tues, I was so tired I was feeling physically sick and I actually wasn't smiling much which is rare before a LOG meeting. But I just said a quick prayer and tried my best to show His love....man it really works guys. Im not sayin a quick prayer will solve all your problems but it will help you bear them. I am reminded of lyrics to a Jars of Clay song that says "If I stand, let me stand on the promise that you will pull me through, and if I fall let me fall on the grace that first brought me to you". I was definitely falling, and His grace was there when I needed it. Praise God for that experience cause I got better and better as the meeting went on and we then went to Jack in the Box and like 30 people rolled, a lot of new people to LOG also so that was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was not nearly as bad, just went to mass which was cool as always, then worked (thanks for the food GP and Kirs) then went to the YFC bonfire at CDM. I kinda got my car lost on the way there, which I apologize for, but we got there so it's ok. The bonfire was a lot of fun and I got to see a lot of people I havent seen in too long. I apologize to all of those who I havent seen, by being absent from YFC meetings, last week I was sick so its been 2 WEEKS since my last excursion to a meeting. Anyway we played the quintessential game of steal the bacon, which my team won, thanks to a crazy lil 4' 10" girl named Raissa!! Then during praise and worship I played guitar! it was the first time I played at an actual event, and I was surprised at how well I kept up...I mean I still pretty much suck at it but it was a whole lot of fun cause I learn so much more playing with other people than just plunking at the guitar by myself. So yea wednesday was a good day to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday started much the same as Tuesday, but with a different activity planned for the evening. Ill get to that in a minute. After my first 2 classes, me and Erwin decided to skip our 330-620 class and instead hung out in HIB. after that, gp and kirs hung out with me as the 10.7.5 third wheel. but not really. but kinda. but not. We were at albertsons goin around, I dont even know why we were there in the first place, probably to just kill time, then I bought some deodorant which is a good thing for all of you guys, then gp bought his girly deodorant. we ate at bk then I went to sd with my roommates michelle and tricia, and 7 other people we knew either from dorms or just friends. That was fun times, the bar we went to was awesome, not too crazy but a good atmosphere. Had many good times there. I didnt get to hang out with my friend katrina tho, who had her birthday on thurs, but she had a girls night out anyway so we'll make that up later. Goooood times on thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was cool....I was tired as hell from the past few days but happened to stay awake for my acting class, then hung with some peeps for a lil while, was late to work but not too badly, then closed the bookstore down and went to Mel's bday celebration at the ol' spaghetti factory. Happy bday to you mel! then I went to D&amp;B's for a huge gathering of friends in the game room. That was a lot of fun also....just chillin and enjoying everyones company. Oh and by the way guys, I have undeniable proof that Nims used to be with GP now so if you want it hit me up and Ill let you in on the juicy stuff. But yea.....awesome times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to see how blessed I am, not simply in the immense amount of love that is manifested through everyone I know, but in the craziness of my life and all of its activities. I wouldn't have it any other way but to serve Him non-stop and be crazy busy while acknowledging His presence in my life as a product of all the tribulations I have undergone, but also the help and prayers I have received from those around me. I have blogged about this numerous times I am sure, but by saying it over and over I am better able to appreciate the degree to which people have gone out of their way to help me. I know I dont tell everyone how they have helped me along these past few weeks/months/years but they should know. This seems like an appropriate time for shoutouts. Here goes kiddos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parentals: you don't read my blog but this is for all those who might not know you, a testimonial of your love for me if you will. You have sculpted me into who I am, and I pray that is a compliment, because ultimately I am very concerned with pleasing you guys. Not because thats what you taught me, but because through Christ I see the example of doing what is asked of you by your parents and being a model son for them. Thanks for the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men of Madrona: All you guys over there (and Khristine!) have been awesome friends to me this past year. This actually marks pretty much the 1yr anniversary of me hanging out with LOG folk and you guys were instrumental in being part of the reason I kept coming back in terms of the social aspect because you were all so welcoming to me despite me being new, young, and white. Ok so that last thing doesnt matter, but its a good laugh. So many good times with you guys and I seriously am so happy to be considered part of a group that brought gentlemen like you guys together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies of Shawshank: All of you girls (and you too Dave!) are soooo cool! I dont mean to make this sound some lame yearbook entry from highschool, but I wanted to say how much you all mean to me and what an inspiration all of you are for living with each other despite being some of the most different people I know hahaha.This is just what makes you guys great images of christ tho, you are able to love unconditionally. Thank you as well for the many memories and awesome late nights over at that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenton and Kirsten: I could rattle on about how funny and dumb and weird you guys are, but it would just be a self-reflective rattle because you guys have rubbed off on me so much. Both of you have humbled me with your growth and the way in which you have accepted that growth as part of your walk with Christ here at UCI. I think by your saying "yes" you have grown more in 1 year than I did in all 4. Soooo good. Hopefully I may leave UCI with some of this stuff you guys have that makes you so cool. Until then Ill continue to just be the hopeless white guy makin jokes about rollin', rockin', and coppin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin: yeeeaaaaa booooiiiiieee!! Family servants together this year! Im so stoked to work with you bro cause you have always been a model LOG member. Not just through your singing which I think is only an extension of your spirituality, but also through your daily witness. Thanks for so many funny times *cough* "&lt;3 10/7/5 &lt;3!". Love you man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of these shoutouts were general in addressing groups of people, but I have been workin on this blog all day and I dont want to keep writing things that I won't be as sincere as I can be. Im sorry, thats kinda lame but its true. Hope all of you know how cool you are, especially those I didnt get a chance to tell on here today. Here's to more good times ::raises imaginary glass:: and being brothers and sisters in Christ for years to come. Peace and God bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Isaac Spencer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112940257036794630?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112940257036794630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112940257036794630' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112940257036794630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112940257036794630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-world-is-spinnin-round.html' title='&quot;When the world is spinnin &apos;round.....&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112910315120606065</id><published>2005-10-12T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T00:45:51.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY PICTURES!</title><content type='html'>Hey so in case you guys didnt know, Im like really proud to be an uncle now, despite having never met my niece. Whatever the case may be, Gianna Maria Darr was born Oct. 7, 2005 @ 6:15pm. Man, so many great things happening on &lt;3 10/7/05 &lt;3 ;). Here are some pics cause Im pretty stoked.....enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Sleepin_gianna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Sleepin_gianna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Love.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112910315120606065?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112910315120606065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112910315120606065' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112910315120606065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112910315120606065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/10/baby-pictures.html' title='BABY PICTURES!'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112896132783262439</id><published>2005-10-10T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:22:07.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil and the Angel keep switching shoulders</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a really long time since I posted forreal, so I am choosing this morning of October 10th to do it cause it seems like a better time than any other. I have been doing pretty well since my last post, busy with the beginning of school, but nothing too crazy. This weekend was pretty incredible, even though it was one of the least productive weekends I've had so far this year, it was cool cause now I am an uncle!!!!! Congrats to my sister and brad-in-law on their first baby and the first grandchild for my parents, GIANNNA MARIA DARR!! I was really excited all weekend that her c-section went ok, and thanks again to any and all who prayed for her, it obviously helped because the baby is really healthy and my sister's doing fine as well. I got a pic of her on my phone, but I dont know how to post it, so you will just have to ask me to see her. Sooo goood. I would say "cute" but in case you guys forgot I don't say that word.&lt;br /&gt;Another awesome aspect of this weekend was singing for the 12 and 630 masses at interfaith. I never realized how much I enjoy singing, despite not being good at all, I love just praising Him through song and singing in general. When my roommate left to shower last night I was singing a song Im doing a project on. I was just into singing yesterday I dunno. &lt;br /&gt;Oh in case no one heard.....wait why would anyone have heard I just got the call this morning?....the UCC t-shirts are IN!!!!!! Come get them as soon as you can, it's first come first serve. They are $10 each and I hear they are lookin hot! (I have yet to see them or I would vouch). I will be selling them after daily noon mass and weekend masses. Hope to see all y'all rockin 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm having trouble bloggin right now, it's still too early. I will hit this up later, but for now I've said the important things. Hope all are starting their school years off well and I will see y'all soon. Peace and God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112896132783262439?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112896132783262439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112896132783262439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112896132783262439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112896132783262439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/10/devil-and-angel-keep-switching.html' title='The Devil and the Angel keep switching shoulders'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112783089748564891</id><published>2005-09-27T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T07:21:37.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass on the Plaza</title><content type='html'>What can I say? I have no words to describe the joy in my heart at being part of the biggest celebration UCC is involved in. I only have a few minutes before work right now, but I wanted to thank everyone soooooo much for all they did to make that occasion what it was; an awesome display of both Christ's love and His beautiful liturgy.In all seriousness, I would have been able to do nothing if no one had helped me, so the credit lies with those who did all the little things. Thank you and may He bless all of your hard work with many graces in the future. Sorry I can't post for longer, I will soon. Peace and love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112783089748564891?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112783089748564891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112783089748564891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112783089748564891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112783089748564891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/09/mass-on-plaza.html' title='Mass on the Plaza'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112722571973171774</id><published>2005-09-20T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T07:15:19.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy b-day all around!!</title><content type='html'>Happy b-day to the cousins, Erwin and Angie!!!! Good times at the Shank last night. ok I dont have time for anymore.....it is so effin early. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112722571973171774?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112722571973171774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112722571973171774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112722571973171774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112722571973171774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-b-day-all-around.html' title='Happy b-day all around!!'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112689038735001533</id><published>2005-09-16T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T10:06:27.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>".....and in Your arms I will be...."</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, I think this is the longest I've gone without posting since I started this blog thingy. But anyways my life has been kinda crazy recently what with Welcome Week starting in 3 days and Mass on the Plaza in 9 days!!!!!! Man. Single digits of working days now. And soooo much to do. But forget about me, this blog isnt about me. Wait....yea nm.&lt;br /&gt;Some awesome things that have happened recently:&lt;br /&gt;LOG Retreat: very relaxed and laid back which made the camping experience easier, and lots of fun events like truck bed rides, mafia games, and poo guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin to Katrina yesterday: it had been like FOREVER....well for us at least cause we're online all the time usually but have both been busy so not much time to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of learning experiences recently: if there is one thing I could take from this MOTP experience, it would be that I have Him and my brothers and sisters to rely on. I have had several people say how it must take so much strenght to do this event...well if it does it's not mine cause I have been sooo weak lately and all I know is that the people who are makin it possible have been sent by Him I'm sure of it. I was talkin to Nancy about how she needs to chill a little and not worry if no one comes to the Ecumenical service today at Interfaith, cause it's not about numbers.....but what a hypocrite I am. If no one comes to MOTP I will cry. Like forreal, but now I realize what I told her is true, I need to focus on the celebration of the mass and everything else will fall into place. If I see it as a BBQ, it will have the success of a BBQ. If I see it as the ultimate sacrifice given to mankind by the offering of the Son of God's life on the Cross for our salvation, then it will have a success my eyes can't see but the souls of the participants will feel and be touched by His Holy Spirit. Amen to that, I pray the mass touches people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Public Service Announcement: My schedule is pretty much booked solid until Sept 25th, but around 8pm that evening, my schedule becomes empty so call me up if you wanna chill after that time on that day, but if it's before you might want to be willing to fold programs or do a job for me cause I will ask you shamelessly to help. Peace out everyone, and let me just say, it's good to be back&lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112689038735001533?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112689038735001533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112689038735001533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112689038735001533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112689038735001533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-in-your-arms-i-will-be.html' title='&quot;.....and in Your arms I will be....&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112594001914259948</id><published>2005-09-05T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:06:59.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Away</title><content type='html'>Happy Labor Day to all. Hope yours starts out better than mine. The day after celebrating my first real sleep in several days, Im back to just 7 1/2 hours. Yesterday I crashed on Katrina's couch cause I had hung out over there and I didnt want to wake up my roommate's family who are sleepin in our living room. When I feel asleep around 1am, I was thinking that if I slept until 10 that would be great. Well I woke up at 930  and thought that was it, but I turned over and fell back asleep, then GP called me at 1045 askin me if I wanted to go to the Olive Garden, but I was still in the sleepin mood, so I passed (thanks for callin geeps) then fell asleep AGAIN! that is unheard of for me, I have a really hard time sleeping after being woken up, but yesterday I slept until 1130! It felt great. seriously. Like forreal. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to why my Labor day hasnt started well....it's because I woke up at 845 and I have no freakin clue why. Well it is bright in my room, but still.&lt;br /&gt;Played some poker last night, that was fun. I broke even cause I got 2nd, a prize I disagreed with at the beginning, then realized "hey what if I get 2nd?" so yea I recanted and my off suit king-ten ended up takin the silver medal to Jason Deguzman's pocket queens. Well played Jay. &lt;br /&gt;I mentioned how my roommate has family over this weekend, well she got back from England late August and had visited all over Europe, and when she got back she gave me a rosary she had bought for me from Vatican City! I was so surprised and stoked, cause I never get souvenirs, and shes not even Catholic, she just happened to see some Catholic friends buying them and she thoughtof me, thanks again Tricia! &lt;br /&gt;I guess if you havent figured it out by now, I am blogging because Im effin bored right now, and Im sorry if my life isnt that interesting, but this is a way for me to pretend like things happened this weekend when they didnt really. Oh I just thought of something....Irvine has a dollar theatre and me, Jay, Mel and Joyce saw Crash on Saturday night. Man thats a great movie, I told them it might even be on what my friend Frank and I call "the short list", consisting of things close to perfect 10 status. Other movies on there right now are American History X (Yea I like racist movies), Swingers, Wedding Crashers, and yea I ran out for now. But the greatest thing about it was only payin 1.50!! I might be willing to wait for movies to come out there so I can see them for cheaper. Might I say, cause I have weak resolve.&lt;br /&gt;I hear there might be some kind of BBQ today but I dunno where, when or whos throwing it. Yea talk about impromptu (spelling?). &lt;br /&gt;Ok I am officially OUT of things to say. Hope you all have a good Labor Day, or HAD  good weekend, drive safe and I will see you on the flip side. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112594001914259948?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112594001914259948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112594001914259948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112594001914259948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112594001914259948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/09/labor-away.html' title='Labor Away'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112559388107202304</id><published>2005-09-01T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:58:01.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now is when I need You most</title><content type='html'>Please pray for me everyone, I just learned that my ticket wasnt the 90 bux I thought it was, but really 380 bones. Im not so happy about that. Please pray for me. God bless&lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112559388107202304?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112559388107202304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112559388107202304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112559388107202304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112559388107202304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/09/now-is-when-i-need-you-most.html' title='Now is when I need You most'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112535929238054091</id><published>2005-08-29T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:48:12.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"In she came with the same tight game..."</title><content type='html'>So just chillin here at the apt, just finished workin from 11-330, and now relaxing. This weekend was pretty cool, went to the Light The Fire leadership conference thingy on saturday and got some good stuff from that. Went home and hung out. Then hung out on sunday with the guys after they worked and bothered Kirs at Jamba, then went to mass, always good, then went to madrona. I got some beginners luck in the poker tournament, and went home with some money in the ol' pockets. Wow, my weekend went about as quickly as reading these last 5 sentences. Anyways, I saw Sarah Nixon today, after her absence in the wilds of Montana for the past 2 weeks, so that was cool. We discussed many things but mostly MOTP stuff, which got me to worrying more about it, but I guess there's nothing I can do but put my head down and plod on. Please pray for me guys, the next few weeks are gonna be craaazy. And thanks in advance to all of you who dedicate time to any of the ministries we are involved in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what makes me laugh? people who continue to walk down the stairs on the pereira entrance to the bookstore and tug on the door after already seeing someone else get turned away because we're closed. I mean I understand the confusion....it's not like the person in front of them pulled hard enough, maybe when THEY pull, it will magically open for them. I dunno, I think another huge clue is my big head swinging from left to right in a big "NO WE ARE &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; OPEN" gesture, but that could be mistaken for some tic that I have or something. Speakin of the bookstore, I always crack up when people give me crap about not being able to take their bags below to the coursebooks section. "Well ma'am, the reason you arent allowed to is because that big sign in front of your face when you walk down the stairs says you can't. And no, I am not responsible for your bag, so don't think you're funny when you say you will call my boss if it's not there when you get back"......Man, some people are just effin dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats enough of a rant for now, hope all y'all are doin fine and I hope to see all of you soon.....yea that means YOU too! I'll see YOU soon! peaces &lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112535929238054091?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112535929238054091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112535929238054091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112535929238054091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112535929238054091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-she-came-with-same-tight-game.html' title='&quot;In she came with the same tight game...&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112492364298971306</id><published>2005-08-24T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:47:23.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Times at Irvine High</title><content type='html'>So I had somethin trippy happen today. I called my boss cause he called me about some stuff I left at his house. And so I remembered Dave wanted to know the name of the store I had told him about. This store is owned by a good friend of my boss', and it's called Recon. Well I learned today its like super super exclusive and is host to some amazing artists like Stash, designer of some great dunks and Nigo, who we all know from Bathing Ape. Ok so that was nerdy, but it was amazing seeing how into that scene this guy my boss knows is. I mean hes a pretty big-wig apparently. I dunno I thought it was cool. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy belated bday to Chris Beltran, I hope you like the mats....we bought them cause we ride with you so much hahahaa jk jk. We love you man. &lt;br /&gt;Last night's LOG meeting was really good, like I shared with my group I have been missing it a lot and it's not only cause I love all the people, but I have been away from any kind of organized worship service outside of mass, and the 6 days inbetween each sunday is hard. It was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;So can you all please pray for my sister? she has this thing called placenta previa, which just means the placenta is under her baby when it should be on top and can cause complications during childbirth, so she's gettin a c-section, but please pray. The baby's not due for a while, but still. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Also please pray for my brother David and his fiancee Kathy, they are getting married in February and need lots of prayers like all who are getting married. Im gonna be 21 for the bachelor party!!! woooooohoooo!!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been ok, just bein kinda bored, even when Im workin Im bored. Like forreals cause all I do is sit and look at mags or fold t-shirts, either way Im bored. GP said something kinda profound, "you should get a laptop, wanna buy mine for $1000?" Yea ok it wasnt that profound, but nioe of him to offer, even if he would be jacking me for 4 hundo if I gave him his asking price. Anyways, Im just gonna have to suffer through it, and try to do something productive. &lt;br /&gt;Been havin good times with everyone, hung out with katrina last week, hung with the guys this weekend and went to the beach, a trip responsible for my new profile pic. then LOG last night, so yea lots of hanging out. Still havent seen Big Brains tho....I wanna cry. Why cant he just hitch hike down here? I would. ok no I wouldnt.&lt;br /&gt;We miss you man. &lt;br /&gt;Im feeling really random today, I wanna just go do somesing crazy, but Im too lazy. Damn this laziness, it is my bane, my curse, but also my luxury, my love, and my life. I dont even know if that makes sense but I guess its easier to just say Im lazy. I cooked some carne asada today that I bought at the store and man......I ate the entire pound of it. I dunno why, I guess cause my mom wasnt slapping my hand away from 2nds. I should have saved it I guess cause the meat wasnt cheap, but it was damn good, and now Im full so I dont feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;so does anyone else HATE those shows that celebrate someone else's low self esteem? I was cooking and my roommate was watchin some vaginal show with a bunch of women who have all these issues and live together to try and fix them.(sorry for the crass language, but that sums up the show in one word) I would think this idea of putting them all in the same house is the first problem. Why would you put a bunch of problems TOGETHER? they think that talking about all this crap will make it better? well Im not one to be uber insensitive, but I think it comes to a point when you have to deal with shit on your own, and putting yourself in a position that is just asking for an estrogen brawl isnt a very productive way of moving on. And I mean some people have legit problems but a lot of the time they are suffering from a failure of some kind. Im sorry you didnt make it into the Olympics, but did you ever think you are better than more than 99% of the world at what you do?? Why complain about not making it into that last percent? Maybe my goals are just low, but these people need to get a reality check and understand that if their time is past, it's past, and not get all depressed and ruin the lives of everyone around them so they can wallow in their misery. People feeling sorry for themselves piss me off. Ok sorry, stopping the rant now. If I hadnt been eating carne asada while she was watchin this, I might have gotten up and changed the channel, but lacking a remote just extrapolates my lazy tendencies. &lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I'm done for now, thanks to Jason Djibouti for my profile pic, and all of the wonderfully beautific shots from the beach session.Hmm.....I havent done these in a long time so Im gonna do some shoutouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason-look up&lt;br /&gt;Chris- hap burday man&lt;br /&gt;Keerz-I'm sitting here gazing up at the ceiling, drummin my piano fingers and sighing so loud ::SIIIGGHHH::&lt;br /&gt;GP-I missed you also man, it was like what? a whole day since we'd seen each other? too long&lt;br /&gt;Brent-miss you too man, and I wanna see those kicks on you cause they look sexy on their own, but with you in them........aaaahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Mel-thanks for the ride on your handle-bars today, it felt like the trapeze....I mean it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Nimz-woohoo hairy!!! good seein you last night&lt;br /&gt;Jillface-before yesterday it had been a loooong time.....don't try to hug me please. makes me feel awkward&lt;br /&gt;Rica-dont ever call me Bubba again! but it was awesome to see you.&lt;br /&gt;Franwin-glad to see your face!&lt;br /&gt;Erces-Im glad you had a great time over in your momma land, but Im more glad you're back!! ok Ill stop bein gay now&lt;br /&gt;Ang-I didnt even notice the missing string! you rock. &lt;br /&gt;Johnnie-long time no see like so many others, glad to hear you're doin well.&lt;br /&gt;Biola-"GAY!GAY!GAY!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Im running out, sorry. Peace and love to all of y'all!&lt;br /&gt;Irish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112492364298971306?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112492364298971306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112492364298971306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112492364298971306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112492364298971306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/08/fast-times-at-irvine-high.html' title='Fast Times at Irvine High'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112447854949923213</id><published>2005-08-19T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T12:14:32.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun stuff</title><content type='html'>yea this thing IS fun. Made me laugh, think, and generally thank God for everyone on this list and other people I was thinking about while writing. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 people from your friends... Make sure to fill out the people before you move on to the questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Katrina&lt;br /&gt;2. GP&lt;br /&gt;3. Keerz&lt;br /&gt;4. Mel&lt;br /&gt;5. Brenton&lt;br /&gt;6. Randie&lt;br /&gt;7. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;8. Trish&lt;br /&gt;9. Derrick&lt;br /&gt;10. Mattman&lt;br /&gt;11. Rica&lt;br /&gt;12. Jill&lt;br /&gt;13. Randell&lt;br /&gt;14. Raissa&lt;br /&gt;15. Fama&lt;br /&gt;16. Dee&lt;br /&gt;17. Dav&lt;br /&gt;18. Luis&lt;br /&gt;19. Dex&lt;br /&gt;20. Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 13?&lt;br /&gt;Randell and I were setting up for Welcome Week last year, we lugged crap for a whole week together. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you never met 2?&lt;br /&gt;I would still have some sense of decorum and a little maturity. Thanks for getting rid of mine GP, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you honestly think of 10?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? Mattman is one of the most Godly people I’ve met, but he is a woosy so it makes me worried that I have to emasculate myself to get closer to God. Hahahaa jk Matt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would or did 19 and 8 date?&lt;br /&gt;They didn’t, but hmmm they might. They both like our friend Jose hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked 3?&lt;br /&gt;That was especially gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 1 died tomorrow, what is one thing that you would need him/her to know?&lt;br /&gt;That there is no rubric with which I can measure your generosity and loving friendship. I hope I never have to tell you this because I’m hoping you already know and if I was telling you, that would mean you would die tomorrow. Don’t wanna even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 2 and 11 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;GP and Rica?? Hahahaha I guess cause they are both pretty goofy. No scratch that, I can’t see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 7 in 3 words:&lt;br /&gt;Best roomy ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 12 is hot?&lt;br /&gt; If she thinks my toe poses are hot, she MUST be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 1 and 17 make a lovely couple?&lt;br /&gt;Man that would be really funny, even tho they don’t know each other and he’s taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think when you see 8?&lt;br /&gt;The best 1/4th of the rent ever! Hahahahaha jk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something humiliating about 11.&lt;br /&gt;Rica…….man I’m blanking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of 3's family members?&lt;br /&gt;Met her bro one time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 20's favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;If I had to guess……pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale of 1-10 how cute is 14?&lt;br /&gt;Well I don’t use the C-word, but she is like a 10 on the Cool scale. Wait that’s a c-word also. Damn whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 4 just professed their undying love for you?&lt;br /&gt;Tell him what took him so effin long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your first thought when you see 19?&lt;br /&gt;My ride is here! hahahahahaha sorry dex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 8 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;Some British guy she’s bringing back from Sussex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 9 a boy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Boy….BIG boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 18 and 4 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yea!!!! Hahahaha man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade is 17 in?&lt;br /&gt;Grad student at USF beeyotch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 12?&lt;br /&gt;Too long ago……maybe Tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 3's favorite music?&lt;br /&gt;Rock…..hahaha everything that’s really ugly and that she can sing to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;2 sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 6?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA I seriously LOLed when I saw it. Because we already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;I concur with Angie “What's up with the roomie incest questions?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 19's last name?&lt;br /&gt;Yaneza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 4's middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn I’ve heard it!! Cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 10's fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Armor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 14 and 19 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;That’s just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school does 16 go to?&lt;br /&gt;USF w/ 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school does 1 go to?&lt;br /&gt;OCC I think……wow I feel like a bad friend now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;At home now I think…in the BP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you make out with 13?&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, all he has to do is ask……and get permission from Eliza ahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are 5 and 6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;No, but they would make excellent friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 15?&lt;br /&gt;YFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 12 older than you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 17 the sexiest person alive?&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t put any man on the list that ISNT sexy, but yea he might top the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man o man.....good stuff. No offense if you're not on there, I still love u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112447854949923213?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112447854949923213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112447854949923213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112447854949923213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112447854949923213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/08/fun-stuff.html' title='Fun stuff'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112413024402362794</id><published>2005-08-15T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:24:04.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaaaccckk!!!</title><content type='html'>Hope to see all of you soon. Let's all chill. like forreals. Not much to report except that I hate my bed and I need to set it up. Anyways. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112413024402362794?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112413024402362794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112413024402362794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112413024402362794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112413024402362794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-baaaaaaaccckk.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaaaccckk!!!'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112296810428898392</id><published>2005-08-02T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T00:36:15.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>So I was overwhelmed today. Like seriously, it was my bday as of about 15 minutes ago, and up until 30 minutes ago, people were wishing me well. I had no idea so many people even knew about my bday, let alone would go out of their way to express their congratulations. I was suprised by a few people even from HS who remembered. As the day progressed all I could do was say thanks be to God who blessed me with all you guys and gals, and I just hope I can be half the friend to all of you, the way you have been friends to me. Man, I didn't do a single thing today, didn't get any material gifts, and didn't even get a chance to use my ID, but it was possibly the best bday ever simply cause there was love. Love in a way I hadn't seen it before....expressed through the recognition of the beauty of life. I didn't ever think birthdays were a big deal, I mean they were fun and there are plenty of memories from bdays, but only this time did I realize that people weren't just calling or texting me to congratulate me on a milestone, but on the gift of life I share with all of you guys. This life is precious enough that we spend extra time &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;per person&lt;/span&gt; to show our appreciation for their existence. I know I cant tell each of you how much you mean to me, or how much it meant to have you just say "Happy BDay!!" but thank you. thank you from the bottom of my heart and maybe in the future I will have the opportunity to return the act of love. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112296810428898392?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112296810428898392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112296810428898392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112296810428898392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112296810428898392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112278158887170400</id><published>2005-07-30T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:56:28.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"[Reno] baby! [Reno]!!!!!"</title><content type='html'>Hey all. So I might have told some of you, I have been telling everyone I can, but I had one of the greatest nights of this summer last night. It all started at the BBQ some friends of my boss' had in Reno. So there is a new sport sweeping its way west from the Windy City. That's right, Windy City is a place somewhere in the Midwest on the shore of a huge "lake", and it's sometimes called Chi-ca-go.....or maybe it's Chi-ca-ho, maybe it's a soft "g", I dont know. Anyway since you're dying to know what this sport is, I will tell you. It is called Bags. Man even the name is cool. Simple, yet so self explanatory, because thats basically what the game is, a giant game of bean bag toss. If you're having trouble envisioning this, think horseshoes without the horse, the shoe, and the pole in either pit. Instead there is a box with a hole in it and you stand 28' 8" away from the opposite box and toss a bag that weighs 1lb. into that hole....if you can. This phenomenon apparently has all but replaced drinking sports like horseshoes in the Midwest, and they are attempting to legitimize the sport by creating a league, the MWBBA (MidWest Bean Bag Association), but they will never take away its importance to the inebriated crowd who cant do normal sports that require coordination, not to mention how great it is b/c you dont have to set you drink down in order to play. Anyway, this sport was pretty fun and intense all around. There was money to be made, a cool $70 actually, split between you and your partner. My boss won. And that is what leads me to the next part of my story. &lt;br /&gt;So we would have played bags all night, or until the booze had run out for those guys (since I was dd), but a neighbor came and complained that we were being too loud on a friday night in the middle of the summer at 10pm.....yes there are bedtimes for children to be met, school on saturday mornings, and of course everyone has to get up early in the summer anyway. Anywho, regardless of how anal the neighbors were, we kept pushing the envelope until finally the hostess finally put her foot down and made us stop playing at midnight. So here were a bunch of guys, quite drunk from....well, drinking, and they had nothing to do, and my boss had $35 burning a hole in his pocket. What else could we do? yea nothing..........nothing but go 5 minutes to Circus Circus Casino/Hotel in Reno!!!! Yes these guys STARTED gambling at midnight. I felt like I was back with LOG or YFC, starting everything in the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;So we walk in the doors and there is an empty stage with keyboard and drums and other instruments on it....well Matt (one of the funniest people I have ever met) and his brother in law Chuck (a very funny guy also) beeline towards the stage, setting themselves up behind the keyboard and drums respectively. They had not been on for more than 2 seconds when 6 guys in white suits who looked like they wouldnt think twice about crackin a few skulls came up and all but forced them off the stage. We were lucky tho cause they didnt get kicked out. &lt;br /&gt;After that little charade, my boss Seamus, hit up the roulette table with his $35, and put it all on black. He won. kept it all on black. He won. He pulled 35. He won. He left the $210. He won. He then pulled 100 out, left the 320 in. He won. He pulled another $115 out makin his pocket total $250, left about 400 in. He lost. It didnt matter tho, he won 5/6 roulette runs, and multiplied his worth 7 times over. Man. He was so money, and he so knew it. Awesome. Anyway the whole time this was happening, my boss had been talkin to us about how he didnt have to worry about being in trouble with his wife cause he had entered the Bags tournament for $2, and plus, he said, "My wife's in CONNETICUT!!". She is visiting family until tomorrow night. Well as more money rolled in, he felt it more and more necessary to tell everyone this. Soon we had half the pit shaking their heads at him yelling "I dont know if you guys heard!!! My wife's in CONNETICUT!!", and the other half ooohing and aaahhing cause Matt had told them that he had won $134,000. Man, I was dying from laughter. Seriously some of the funniest stuff ever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Seamus' money lasted him a while and he got several hours of fun in on the craps tables as well as his favorite game, blackjack, but he ended up spending it all. And he didnt feel bad at all. "That was the best $2 I've ever spent! I had an AWESOME time!!!". There were many different times of comedy, too many to count, but at the end of the "night" (it was 430 by this time), Seamus was out of money, Chuck had lost $20, my brother had lost the same, and Matt was up $100. So of course he treated us to breakfast. Well I say of course cause but in reality I gave him a hard time about how I needed something in my stomach to drive them home. He was cool with it tho. We finally peaced out of there around 5am and headed to drop off Matt and Chuck at Matt's house, then to Seamus' house, then back to camp where I came into my room and as I was closing the window, the Sun peeked over the horizon. Crazy. Such a good night. Sooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;So during the night I was only bummed about 1 thing. The fact that I was only 20yrs 11months and 29 days old. GAAH!!! Only 2 more days!!!! I dont know why Im trippin out, I just wanted to gamble!! but its not like Im stayin up at night thinkin about being 21 yrs old. Im actually just stoked cause we're doin the same thing we did last night next weekend for my bday!!! Since there are kids at camp during my Bday, I wont be able to go out until the next weekend, which is ok with me cause my best friend Bryan is comin up from SD to join us!!! Anyway, Im lookin forward to this week for so many different reasons. First; Im turning 21 on Monday, Second; It's the last week of camp!! wooot, Third; it brings me closer to going back to my family, and to you guys in Irvine my extended family. Sooo cool. Anyway this is getting a lil out of hand, but I will leave you with some words of wisdom from my boss that I will learn to live by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I figure, if I get into bed and I'm not in trouble, and I wake up and I'm not in trouble, I'm probably not in trouble"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay out of trouble everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112278158887170400?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112278158887170400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112278158887170400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112278158887170400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112278158887170400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/07/reno-baby-reno.html' title='&quot;[Reno] baby! [Reno]!!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112262493878073196</id><published>2005-07-29T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T01:15:38.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it!"</title><content type='html'>So I'm not sure what I'm more excited yet, my 21st bday or being 2 weeks away from comin back to Irvine. I know that seems like a dumb thing to say, bein less excited about something I've waited....well 21 yrs for, than goin back to the school town, but the truth is, I am havin a really hard time away from everyone down there. I guess what I'm most excited about is the fact that I will be 21 when I get back! haha yea thats it. Well in case you guys didnt know, the bday is monday the 1st, and I think I have the greenlight from my boss to go out even tho we have work the next morning. Technically we're supposed to chill with the kids overnight but he's sayin he'll spot me and my bro while we go out to a brand new irish pub that opened. How appropriate, the first bday after being graced with the moniker "Irish" I am enjoying my heritage in true Irish fashion, drinking. it's too bad I have to wake up at 730 the next morning, otherwise I would be out waaaaay late in Reno hittin up the casinos and the hold 'em tables. Whatevs, I can live without gambling for a few more days. Alright I dont even know why I'm blogging right now, I'm so tired. Had to catch kids and I havent had practice in a while so Im beat. Hope y'all are doin well, and I will see all of you soon.&lt;br /&gt;your beloved Irish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112262493878073196?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112262493878073196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112262493878073196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112262493878073196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112262493878073196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-so-excited-and-i-just-cant-hide-it.html' title='I&apos;m so excited, and I just can&apos;t hide it!&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112240455286696263</id><published>2005-07-26T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:05:47.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the pics!!! Finally! Sorry for being soooo late with them. I hope you guys like them. Missin all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/CAMP%20Tahoe1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/CAMP%20Tahoe1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chalk it up everyone.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Academy1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Academy1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/american1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/american1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're Americans, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Donner1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Donner1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Valley....that isnt Tahoe, it's Donner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Struggle1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Struggle1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me climbing up from the valley....you cant see it but my clothes and computer are right behind me...I carried them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Fire%20Escape7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Fire%20Escape7.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how I get into my room.....ok not really, it's a fire escape. But aren't you happy its in mine and not my brothers window?? I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/The%20rig8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/The%20rig8.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So that's the trapeze rig. Me in the catch trap, my bro Eli on Board on the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Ladder7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Ladder7.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's kinda scary lookin huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Gangsta6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Gangsta6.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me waiting for some kids to put their lives in my hands....literally. Muuahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Sammy%20Catch6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Sammy%20Catch6.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She did fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112240455286696263?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112240455286696263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112240455286696263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112240455286696263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112240455286696263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-are-pics-finally-sorry-for-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112240567321035202</id><published>2005-07-26T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:23:39.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Pullup2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Pullup2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dont even know what Im doing here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/1st%20Catch2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/1st%20Catch2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Alec_Catch1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Alec_Catch1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that just looks cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Diabolo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Diabolo3.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes keerz, this is a Diabolo. Not the computer game. And yes, it IS fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Alec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Alec.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I taught this kid everything he knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Tramp4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Tramp4.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me doin something on the trampoline....looks like a backflip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/1600/Snow4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6475/924/320/Snow4.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow??? in July??? wtf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112240567321035202?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112240567321035202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112240567321035202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112240567321035202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112240567321035202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dont-even-know-what-im-doing-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409315.post-112233402779395882</id><published>2005-07-25T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:27:07.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah Keerz I AM bored</title><content type='html'>first I would like to apologize about the pics not being up yet, they're almost a week late (sorry GP), but my boss has been swamped and they're on his camera. They WILL be up tho. Dont worry. Dont trip. Dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Joe&lt;br /&gt;2. Irish&lt;br /&gt;3. Chemo (in HS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names you have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. spencerchild6&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm new to aim,&lt;br /&gt;3. and too lazy to get another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. My laughter&lt;br /&gt;2. My darker skin than at the end of school&lt;br /&gt;3. My hourglass figure.....don't laugh, you're all just jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you don't like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. My smile, it always looks just a lil creepy&lt;br /&gt;2. my small feet....no it doesnt mean THAT&lt;br /&gt;3. my lack of a distinct 6-pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;1. Irish....didnt you see the second thing I wrote?&lt;br /&gt;2. German....seig heil! JK JK!!&lt;br /&gt;3. English...my own people killed my other people (Irish) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mass on the Plaza!! JK, I know I can do it with His help&lt;br /&gt;2. the future&lt;br /&gt;3. dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1. eating is for woosies! (Im such a woosy)&lt;br /&gt;2. praying&lt;br /&gt;3. living seems kinda essential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite musical artists:&lt;br /&gt;1. Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;2. Bell X1&lt;br /&gt;3. kelly clarkson.....no I didnt forget to delete this one, she's cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite songs: (I'll do "of the moment" songs)&lt;br /&gt;1. Anberlin- A Day Late&lt;br /&gt;2. Mos Def ft. Nate Dogg- Oh No!&lt;br /&gt;3. Bell X1- Eve, The Apple of My Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want in a relationship: (Love should be a given!)&lt;br /&gt;1. Humor&lt;br /&gt;2. Independence&lt;br /&gt;3. Compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three lies and three truths in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1. i work at a circus camp&lt;br /&gt;2. i am comin back to the vine on Aug 17th&lt;br /&gt;3. i was born in La Mesa, California&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm scared of heights&lt;br /&gt;5. i was voted best dancer in my HS yearbook&lt;br /&gt;6. i was ASB vice president&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:&lt;br /&gt;1. Smiling, and lots of it!&lt;br /&gt;2. A nice face means more than anything else for me&lt;br /&gt;3. a nice pair of.......hands. ::piano fingers::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. Acting&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing&lt;br /&gt;3. Making others laugh....with or at me, doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do really badly now:&lt;br /&gt;1. watch some more 24&lt;br /&gt;2. get my debit card....I have no cash&lt;br /&gt;3. eat cause Im bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you're considering/you've considered:&lt;br /&gt;1. Acting&lt;br /&gt;2. Screen Writing&lt;br /&gt;3. Porsche Test car driver......damn I wanted to be one soooo bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. All of Europe&lt;br /&gt;2. Africa&lt;br /&gt;3. Philippines!....hey Im like half now anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kids’ names you like:&lt;br /&gt;1. yea Ill pass&lt;br /&gt;2. or it will look like&lt;br /&gt;3. Im not a guy at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die [no particular order]:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get with a great girl....well any girl will do if Im gonna die ;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel for at least 3 months around Europe, Asia, and other countries&lt;br /&gt;3. Fly an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy:&lt;br /&gt;1. I like movies with guns&lt;br /&gt;2. I like movies with hot chicks&lt;br /&gt;3. I have no boobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:&lt;br /&gt;1. I like gossip&lt;br /&gt;2. I like shoes&lt;br /&gt;3. I think brad pitt is hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three celeb crushes:&lt;br /&gt;1. elisha cuthbert&lt;br /&gt;2. kristen kreuk&lt;br /&gt;3. brad pitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn! FOUR people that I would like to see take this quiz now:&lt;br /&gt;1. gp....bitch&lt;br /&gt;2. brenton&lt;br /&gt;3. michelle&lt;br /&gt;4. yea I dont know this many people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409315-112233402779395882?l=spencerchild6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/feeds/112233402779395882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409315&amp;postID=112233402779395882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112233402779395882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409315/posts/default/112233402779395882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerchild6.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeah-keerz-i-am-bored.html' title='yeah Keerz I AM bored'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/smokedham321/Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
