<?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-15868339</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:29:48.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexis Dillingham Comments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113157230827318420</id><published>2005-11-09T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:38:28.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>facing difficulties</title><content type='html'>Pushing through some hard issues caused by someone else learning to confront that someone,  standing up for the truth, standing up for myself, I thinktonight of these lyrics by Susan Ashton  &amp;quot;We can reach out beyond justice to mercy going more than halfway to forgive&amp;quot;  Advice to myself: Bad things happen sometimes Deal with it and let it go  Don't just let it go Don't just deal with it  Step One: Deal Step Two: Let it go  Is it really so hard?   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113157230827318420?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113157230827318420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113157230827318420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113157230827318420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113157230827318420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/facing-difficulties.html' title='facing difficulties'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113155416812621178</id><published>2005-11-09T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:36:08.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something for a girl</title><content type='html'>      &amp;quot; I was blind and I felt dizzy,But I wasn't afraid to fall.I was obsessed and blind by love,But I wasn't afraid to fall.And constantly in my mind,You were wandering round and round, And I was afraid you'd fall.I was blind and obsessed by you,But I kept wandering round and round Because I wasn't afraid to fall, with you. &amp;quot;      I'm tired of searching the wrong faces in the crowdwhere no lights no love everyone talks so loudI'm tired of being here without a seat saved for methe way I'm going crazy the way I just want you to find meThe hell's buring the earth's spiningI still don't see the signs of your comingTonight's the night and tomororw'll be another morningWithout you in sight I'll never have a better valentineI can't see I don't wanna seehow can time pass without me in your lifehow can you live without the love I keepThe way I feel the love can kill me aliveno cries littel boy don't cryi see you've got bad idea about what life's aboutone way of dead end full of liesknow what i always talk you about?stand up like man and no turn backwhat you crying about?you got backCryCry what it's killing me aliveCry the life full of liesCry the love with no cupidCry the prove I so stupidCryGirlWhy can't you see what I'm sufferringGirlmy blood your hand never ever fadingawayGive me a way of forgetingit all awaytell me the way to go the one to findwhere's god when everyone's so blindI need you i want to say it allthis late night I nearly fallthe leaves fall the shadows sweepwhen you walks awaythe wind blows angels singdoor has shut words unsaidrains falling i'm feeling so deadpain inside there I lieddown back to where I was atWish things can go backbefore where I love to lose my life     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113155416812621178?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113155416812621178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113155416812621178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113155416812621178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113155416812621178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/something-for-girl.html' title='Something for a girl'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113148552625301471</id><published>2005-11-08T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:32:06.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear to me</title><content type='html'>I saw this coming, Its clear to me now,  But its to late to change, To much to allow, Its hard to see what lies ahead, How much could happen, So much to be said, To much hate, too much love, to much of everything to make it. Lost beyond my years, Afraid to move on, Toss away my cares, Left behind, because I was wrong. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113148552625301471?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113148552625301471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113148552625301471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113148552625301471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113148552625301471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/clear-to-me.html' title='Clear to me'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113139926591950069</id><published>2005-11-07T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:34:28.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando fotitos!!!</title><content type='html'>Ansiosa como pocas!!! toy esperando que me manden fotiss amigos y amigas...ya que no pienso arruinar mi espacio con fotos mias(patitico!!). Porq tipo q pa' tras loco!! Por fas!!! no sean malitos y manden fotis...uds son para mi la ventana a mi mundo real...yo veo por sus ojos...chan!(no se la crean ehh? jajaja) Besotesssss!!! Los amo mucho!!! Ahh pueden escribir lo que quieran...sera bien recibido...menos las puteadas!! jajajaj.  Atte: Kary en pos de una revolucion!!! (Q grande soy loco!!)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113139926591950069?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113139926591950069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113139926591950069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113139926591950069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113139926591950069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/esperando-fotitos.html' title='Esperando fotitos!!!'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113138132919547401</id><published>2005-11-07T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:35:29.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N/A</title><content type='html'>Alright, first things first... since i haven't been able to catch lauren or kristin online and i lost their numbers, im leaving this entry to let them know that mom wanted to thank you both for helping her in tracking me down &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; during anthrocon and shit...since ya know, im such a poor excuse of a son and all and forget to let mommy keep me on a fuckin' leash-n-shit...but yeah...thanks you two, and i guess talk to ya some other time..anyways...but yeah, im doin' it again..jokin' around with friends and most likely getting the piercing i've been thinking about for god knows how long now...only because im not as sensitive to pain as i used to be( cause i know all you bitches lie! lol... aanndd im not too worried about it getting infected..only reason i was worried before was cause mom, each time she ever tried getting a piercing, it would always get severely infected, so..me being pretty much a carbon copy of her..ya know what im gettin' to?) and yeah, i want this year to be different..im SERIOUSLY fed up with every day, in and out, being the same shit, different day, it's so bad, that im not even keeping track of the days of the week anymore.. AT ALL...the only thing interesting that happens in south carolina is the occasional jackass trying to race you on the highway, maybe a meth lab blowing up every other week aannnnddd... *thinks for a moment*...nothing? Well, goin' to the beach with penelope hopefully when her family goes down to myrtle beach in august, but that's IT!..nothing more, nothing less..hmm, oh yes...slipped my mind for a moment, but yeah...We got rid of the last two ferrets, Lauren and Twinkle...i miss them alot, but they got a good owner, the man said that him and his daughters have more time on their hands than they care to imagine to play with them so at least i know they'll be happy....AND we're gonna put mason ( The older than the fuckin' planet, blind,senile, selectively deaf and gay bastard poodle) to sleep....we've finally had it with him... he trips us up constantly by hanging underneath our feet, he eats and tears up anything you leave in the bathroom trash...and when i say anything...i MEAN anything. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;...and yeah..cant leave dirty clothes..especially underwear laying around..because those are goners too...he does really eat REAL food anymore.. doesn't really go outside to do his business as often as he should so...i think he's about to clock out for good.. REAL SOON...whether by the vet or not.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113138132919547401?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113138132919547401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113138132919547401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113138132919547401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113138132919547401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/na.html' title='N/A'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113131297004802357</id><published>2005-11-06T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:36:10.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine Day 2 (Friday)</title><content type='html'> Maine Friday was quite uneventful!!! Dont feel depressed or neglected because this day wasn't as good as the one prior, because the one after will make up for it. However, read below and you'll learn some great information about Maine and Cat. LOL Well the day started off with a quick attack from Alley Cat and a pleasant visit from Gary and Cat while I looked 100 % scary from just waking up. Gary was actually vocal and carried a conversation with me like we had known each other for years. (seeing as how Cat talks about me all the time I'm sure he feels as though he knows me)  After showers and getting ready, Cat and I head off to another part of Sidney to meet a &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;. We pull into a &amp;quot;Park and Ride&amp;quot; (for those of you that dont know what this is, its a car pool parking lot) The &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;, lets call him &amp;quot;T&amp;quot; was parked in his rusty beat up 1995 Saturn talking on his cel phone. Cat tells me the scoop on T before I get out of the car and before she could finish talking the creep was at my window like he was there to visit me vs. Cat. HA HA HA  So Cat and I get out and visit for about 10 mins. T was trying to get his groove on with Cat but Cat was freaked out. T has NO toenails. Ok, let me repeat that, T has NO toenails. Ewwwww. Well the 10 mins of visit time seemed to have lasted for hours and to break up the strange silence I climbed up on a dump truck and decided to start having my picture taken. (below for your review) Well T got boring and we said bye, he went in one direction, we made sure to go in another.  Cat made it clear that she didn't like him as much as she thought she originally did and we laughed about his hair, crows feet and missing toenails all the way to &amp;quot;DUKES&amp;quot; in Sidney for what Cat calls, &amp;quot;The best Sausage Breakfast Sandwich in all of Maine&amp;quot; Dukes isn't a restaurant y'all, its a gas station in the middle of NO WHERE with the old style gas pumps, a rusted Ice box and a view to die for. The view from the parking lot was mountain, large fields and pastures full of cows and horses. Oh, and at the pump was an old man, probably 75, pumping his gas and spitting extra juice from his chew on the ground. (gag)  So we eat our FANTASTIC sandwiches and head across town to Gary's job so Cat can give him his money to pay his truck payment. We played at Gary's job site for a bit, but other then every construction worker coming out to see who the chicks were, there wasn't much action going on there.  Wow, off to my Brother's house. For those of you that know my family history my brother has had some problems..... I'll just leave it at that. HOWEVER, he was stoked for me to come over and see his NEW apartment. Cat and I pull into his driveway after driving around in circles because my brother is horrible with directions!!!!!! Brother is standing outside extremely excited for us to be there. He gives me the tour of the apartment. Everything from a slanted kitchen floor to 3 couches in the living room, to nasty carpet to a messy roommates room, to his bedroom that smelled like bad breath, dirty feet and drool, to the tiny bathroom to the bong and pipes he uses on a daily basis. Cat and I stayed for about 10 mins and then rushed ourselves out the door. I promised to pick him up on Monday and take him out to dinner so he wasn't too sad to see us leave early.... He had something else to look forward to.  So it was off to Portland Maine for us after leaving drool land. Along the way I stopped and climbed on the side of the interstate (yes I'm serious). There is some massive rock up in Maine and TONS of it is along the highway!!! Cat is hungry again so we stop @ a Wendy's to get her some food, cut someone off as we're pulling out of the parking lot and almost get killed by looks. Finally PORTLAND!!!!  While in Portland I tried to link up with a long lost friend Wayne, with whom I linked up with much later in the vacation so I'll spare you the details right now. Instead we linked up with another &amp;quot;Friend&amp;quot; of Cat. We'll call this &amp;quot;Friend&amp;quot; &amp;quot;D&amp;quot;. D is very sweet, he met us at Bugaboo Creek, then we went to a park and ride to drop of my car and headed together down to the &amp;quot;Old Port&amp;quot;. As most of you DON'T know, the old port is the party section of Portland, Irish Pub heaven is another name I like to call it. (yet another attached picture).  So D, Cat and myself hung out at the Old Port for a good 4 hours joking, taking polls, picking out semi's, picking on those that would pass by the window and actually hear Cat's knocking noise only to turn and see Cat blowing kisses at them. (Quite funny actually, most panicked). We also saw a man wearing Roxy flip flops, which is a fashion NO NO, then discovered that both Cat and I would do Jessica Simpson. (strange conversation, yet revealing at the same time, lol)  Ok, now when I was young, and still till this very day, I refuse to eat ice out of my cup. You know what I'm talking about; there are people that drink all their drink and then start munching on their ice from their cup.... well, I discovered why I DONT do that very action.... I must have experienced this same sort of trauma somewhere in my childhood. (feel free to see the picture below with a guy in the back of a pick-up truck.) Ok Y'all, I thought we were back woods down here in the dirty south but this blew my mind. The man in the truck is using a snow shovelto shovel ICE from the back of the pick up into Garbagebuckets to take into the resturant/pub for that night's use. Ok, let me repeat this and sorta break it down for y'all. The ice was in the back of the pick up, (which is scary itself) and there was a guy shoveling it with a dirty SNOW shovel and placing the ice, which is now dirty ice, into scary dirty buckets to take into a Grade A facility to SERVE to patrons.... Ok, are you following me....???? STOP EATING THE ICE FROM THE GLASS THAT YOU DRINK OUT OF, BETTER YET, ORDER NO ICE!!!!!!! Needless to say, D brought Cat and I back to the Park and Ride and we left Portland and headed back to Augusta to pick up Gary and our friend from High School, Mike (it was his birthday) and go eat at BONANZA!!!! However, no one paid for Mike's dinner even though it was his birthday. I think the invite went something like this; &amp;quot;Mike, you wanna go eat with us tonight at Bonanza, we're not paying for you but you can come eat with us, Oh, and its your birthday, sweet, we're still not paying for you.&amp;quot; LOL, happy birthday big guy!!!!!  Bonanza was fantastic (well for me) Cat and Gary didn't get their food for about 40 mins past the time they ordered. Mike and I were already finished by the time they got their food.... I actually remember Cat attacking Mike's steak when he went to get a refill on his soda. Poor girl was hungry..... Gary blamed it on the baked Haddock that Cat ordered, but I just think it was because the cook at the order slip and forgot to cook it for them. Bonanza hasn't changed much since I worked there was I was 15..... I mean even the same people work there. Bus Boy becomes Manager, Cooks stay cooks, Call girl becomes Cashier; Man the progression in that place is to DIE for.  We left Bonanza made a quick stop at &amp;quot;Shop and Save&amp;quot; for some unmentionables and proceeded back toward Sidney to a local &amp;quot;hot spot&amp;quot; called &amp;quot;Jonathans&amp;quot;. OK Y'all. I walked into the joint and immediately thought of the movie, &amp;quot;Sweet Home Alabama&amp;quot;. The place is scary!!! The bar was scary, the eating area was scary, the staff was scary, the locals were scary and everyone was staring when we walked in. It was like the record screeched all noise came to a stop when we walked in. &amp;quot;OH NO, AN OUTSIDER&amp;quot;  After the music started back up we all grabbed drinks and headed outside on the &amp;quot;Patio&amp;quot; to visit and drink our beer. Ok, that was a joke. (We had to go out there because Cat smokes when she drinks and you cant smoke inside in Maine) SO... we're out there with all the freaks, some construction workers from Alabama who are missing teeth but make for great conversation and great picture props (attached). Some 500 lb women who had on white jeans with camel toe for days and all her girlfriends with their Aqua net Hair-do out for their &amp;quot;Night on the town&amp;quot;... wooo hooo, hold me back. So after taking 8 Jell-O shots and feeling nothing from either the alcohol or sugar we decided to call it a night, plus it was midnight and they had called &amp;quot;last call&amp;quot;. YES I'M SERIOUS, LAST CALL @ Midnight!!!! WTF???!!!!  So dropped off Mike at his house, went home to Cat's, checked email, played with Alley cat, crashed out. We needed much sleep because it was going to be a LONG day on Saturday (Reunion Day).... and it was on like Donkey Kong Y'all. I'm telling you, you dont want to miss Maine Saturday Blog tomorrow. Cat made for some great stories.....  Until then!!!.................. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113131297004802357?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113131297004802357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113131297004802357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113131297004802357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113131297004802357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/maine-day-2-friday.html' title='Maine Day 2 (Friday)'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113129535924971073</id><published>2005-11-06T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:42:39.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy/weird summer</title><content type='html'>alright, so here is the deal. this whole summer i thought would go something like me working and saving some money for college, hanging with my bf and girls a lot and going to only 2 camps and that would be it. i know im retarted for thinking that. not only was i busy, i felt like i was never home and then i was home for like 2 weeks and then i left for kc the second time this summer. see i went to two camps, then i came back home and chilled with friends and such. i thought my summer would be boring but then i went to overland park/kc to watch a beauty pageant for three days, then i came home and 2 days later i went to another camp EFY, which was awesome. but yeah then i thought wow, what a great summer. but sometimes when you think you have the whole world going great you lose whats important to you at the same time. so yeah i mean this summer has been great and awful at the same time. i learned and gained a lot but i lost someone really close to me. dont get me wrong i made like 30 new friends this year and saw like a BILLION of all my out of town friends, but still. then sunday through today i was in kc, mostly shopping, but i also went to an art museum and a science museum, which actually wasnt that bad. i cant wait to be back in school though to see all my friends that i havent seen this summer all that much, but i also dont want summer to end. but some things that happened this summer are things that i dont want to go through or happen again to me, so its better that school just begins.  -later &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113129535924971073?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113129535924971073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113129535924971073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113129535924971073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113129535924971073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/busyweird-summer.html' title='busy/weird summer'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113122688061031920</id><published>2005-11-05T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T13:41:20.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Una tarde ochentosa....</title><content type='html'>quien entre en mi space le recomiendo 100x100 escuchar la metro la radio con mas onda de Argentina, desde la 14hs esta basta de todo... un programa genial (www.metro951.com/vivometro.htm) La mejor music... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113122688061031920?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113120871869454836</id><published>2005-11-05T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:38:43.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>***No MuSiC No LiFE***</title><content type='html'>i just clean up friendster coz full..................coz i prefer not so many than many many acc ........coz i no many time to make so many acc .......................those bangalai ppl from other place who i dono ..............don add my list ar..........coz i prefer quality not quantity...............too busy to talk anymore.....................wan find me go friendster............bye bye......... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113120871869454836?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113114062289057275</id><published>2005-11-04T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:43:42.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone. Today I had the Iowa Games. I'm guest playing on the hornets! It was fun! We tied. We pay 2 games tomorrow. And then maybe on Sunday, but I leave for church camp on Sunday so I won't play in that game. But I'm sooo excited for Camp! I have been waiting for this all summer! It's gunna be soo much fun! Anyways, I had to work today from 3-6. Umm this summer has been awesome, and I absolutly cannot wait for highschool!!! Umm not sure who I like right now. We'll just wait and see. haha well I'm gunna go get my usual at Jan and Jerry's but leave me a comment! Love ya!   Kara   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113114062289057275?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113114062289057275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113114062289057275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113114062289057275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113114062289057275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113112289065553692</id><published>2005-11-04T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:48:10.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La juntada se suspende por mal tiempo?????</title><content type='html'>hola chiruzas! o sea amiguillas del bosque! Hace unos cuantos findes q no nos juntamos, sera por el mal tiempo?? o por q algunas se hacen las ejecutivas?? (ya todas sabemos quien) podemos bardear tranquilas a meli q totala la naba le cambiaron la clave de su mail y no puede entrar, por ende no se entera jajajaj. Igual launica q va a leer esto sos vos ju, por q las cecis todavia no entraron en la nueva era del msn 7 . Quiero SALIR!!!!  Bueno eso friends to be friends lalallalalalalal  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113112289065553692?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113112289065553692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113112289065553692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113112289065553692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113112289065553692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/la-juntada-se-suspende-por-mal-tiempo.html' title='La juntada se suspende por mal tiempo?????'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113103551384871519</id><published>2005-11-03T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:31:53.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory (I'm free)</title><content type='html'>InLoving Memory of C.S.P.  The following is from the funeral program.  I'm Free  Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free I'm following the path God laid for me. I took his hand when I heard Him call I turned my back and left it all.  I could not stay another day To laugh, to love, to work, or play. Tasks left undone must stay that way I've found that peace at the close of the day.  If my parting left a void Then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss, Ah, yes, these things I too will miss.  Be not burdened with time of sorrow I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My life's been full, I've savored much, Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.  Perhaps my time seemed all too brief Don't lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your heart and share with me God wanted me now; He set me free.  ~Author Unknown &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113103551384871519?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113103551384871519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113103551384871519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113103551384871519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113103551384871519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-memory-im-free.html' title='In Memory (I&apos;m free)'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113096788820991311</id><published>2005-11-02T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:44:48.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAWTY</title><content type='html'>cant wait till sunday so i can hang out wit sam and nick no other plans either ight fo real i cant wait its drivin me nutz im trappin sam and were playin one on one ight like i said i ball all day i have 3 other games that day lol cant wait god luv ya lotz shawty   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113096788820991311?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113096788820991311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113096788820991311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113096788820991311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113096788820991311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/shawty.html' title='SHAWTY'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113094928042418589</id><published>2005-11-02T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:34:44.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Art</title><content type='html'>My good friend Sarah (aka Cup-Cups) is in an event every yearcalled the Pageant of the Masters and she invited us to go see the dress rehearsal last Thursday. It was SO incredibly cool! It's held in Laguna Beach, about 15 minutes from my house and it's just such a great experience.   Here's the scoop- Works of art are reproduced many times their original size...then people are placed into positions ON or IN the artwork. They hold very still, props are placed around them, then lighting is added tocomplete the illusion. The end result is what looks like the real piece of art but you can't tell that live people make up the composition. The art pieces range from paintings like 'The Last Supper', famous landmark statues, and even hood ornaments like the Rolls Royce. Iposted 2 examples below just so you can get an idea of how amazing it is - canyou believethere are real people in those things!!!??  This year Sarah was Mae West - one of the statues that makes up a famous gazebo located at the west end of Hollywood's Walk of Fame (see silver statue pic of Mae West below).   I just have to say - Sarah - YOU ROCK girl!!! HOW can you hold so stillTHAT long?????   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113094928042418589?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113094928042418589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113094928042418589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113094928042418589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113094928042418589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/living-art.html' title='Living Art'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113088147885973475</id><published>2005-11-01T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:44:38.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Securing Wiffy</title><content type='html'>[&amp;quot;wiffy&amp;quot; is how my dad thought &amp;quot;Wi-Fi&amp;quot; was pronounced - it's catchy!]  http://www.witopia.net/  First, read their 10 Things You Should Know About Using Wi-Fi.  Then, go acquire their product (or something like it - I'm just passing along a public service message :-)  Right now they are running a special where you can secure your home/small office wireless network for one year for free, basically, with the SecureMyWiFi Service. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113088147885973475?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113088147885973475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113088147885973475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113088147885973475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113088147885973475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/securing-wiffy.html' title='Securing Wiffy'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113079522548097400</id><published>2005-10-31T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:47:05.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH Shit...lol</title><content type='html'>well I ended up going to the fair and i guess it was okay...but there were these 2 drunk guys and I smarted off and got kicked outta the fair..lol..It's a longer story than that but pretty much that's what happened...then i jumped the fence and slit my hand in 2 place because there was no bar...just the wires to jump off of...im soooooo tired...but the drunk guy walked over to me i was like Oh Shit...lol...but i didn't step down, so i'm proud of myself, there was this whole big family sayin that i could have kicked his ass...lol..it was funny...well im tired so I'm outta here &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113079522548097400?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113079522548097400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113079522548097400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113079522548097400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113079522548097400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-shitlol.html' title='OH Shit...lol'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113077659374879592</id><published>2005-10-31T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:36:33.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>North-West Tour - Idaho, Grand Teton</title><content type='html'>8/13    It was very cold night after the wind subsidied. So we did not have a good sleep at all. We wanted to reach the Grand Teton National Park by the night.  We went throu Idaho but not on the I-15 all the way but got off the interstate at McCammon to the road 30. We wanted to see the Soda Springs geyser and the Pioneers trail. It is a pretty countryside with nice hills, mountains. Soda Springs story is that some businessmen wanted to get a hot springs there so they drilled. They got a hot water first that was shooting up for a few days but became cold. The Yellowstone National Park sent a letter tot he city after a while that their geyser is throwing off schedule Old faithful so would they just pluck it. They did but put a timer on it and it now opens every hour on the hour creating the only manmade geyser. Next stop was Hooter Spring a little pool full of cold carbonated water. We filled some of our empty Aquafina bottles and went on.  We got to the Snake river valley in Wyoming where it forms a canyon coming down from Jackson hole. We drove up the canyon encountering some boats with full of mostly scarred tourists.  We could not find a room in Jackson but one outside at the other end of the Grand Teton National Park. It looked nice and was not expensive we took a small cabin, number 5. It was all good till we woke up freezing because the heater broke dwon in the middle of the night about 34 degrees outside. We put some more clothes on but it helped onl a little. We called them in the morning they gave us another cabin but we could not sleep back. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113077659374879592?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113077659374879592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113077659374879592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113077659374879592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113077659374879592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/north-west-tour-idaho-grand-teton.html' title='North-West Tour - Idaho, Grand Teton'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113070858246728798</id><published>2005-10-30T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:43:02.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>The boy next door was kissing my TV screen, I told him not to so he licked it all over. That is when I found out I can still left 50 pounds in an instant and hoisted it outside the front door. He acted like he had been heaved out of a lot of doors.  3 took her nap and when she woke she told me she closed her eyes and the sun went away but the sun came back when she opened them. She was passed out for 2 hours but to her I guess it seemed like less than the blink of an eye.  Good, respectable, decent, blameless daddy showed up at 5:00 for his two and the other good, first rate mommy showed up at 5:30 for her two.  I just dined on left over hotdogs, tater tots, corn pops and a strange kind of potato chip. Not bad if I say so myself. Everyone is gone. In memory of the week I have naked dolls, play dishes, dirty linens, and a hand controller that no longer controls the TV.   I have decided to leave the mess until tomorrow. Tonight I will take pictures of the sunset, take a swim in the bay and then jump in the hot tub for as long as I want. I will then download instructions for my hand controller so I can lie in bed and watch TV or put a movie in.   Having all these kids was hard work and I have decided I will do it differently next year. I suspect this will be an annual grandmas house visit since parents start teaching a week before their kids go back to school. Unfortunately it is in the hottest part of the year and there is not much we can do outside. Next year we will plan on going to Nasa for a day, Moody Gardens with the I-MAX for a day, and I will enroll the 3 oldest in the Johnson Space Center Science Camp for three days.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113070858246728798?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113070858246728798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113070858246728798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113070858246728798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113070858246728798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113069080039359658</id><published>2005-10-30T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:46:40.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Haunting Level 1 ~</title><content type='html'>    !!!  1       &amp;quot;    &amp;quot;   Armani       &amp;quot; &amp;quot; &amp;quot;   &amp;quot;   &amp;quot;  &amp;quot;          2-3 &amp;quot; &amp;quot;             2-3        .... ... &amp;quot;   &amp;quot; &amp;quot;   &amp;quot;&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;&amp;quot; &amp;quot;&amp;quot; &amp;quot;   !!!!!!!!!...    &amp;quot;  &amp;quot;        &amp;quot; &amp;quot;  Take me to your heart     !!!  2 &amp;quot; ...    1  ...       ...  !..  ....  ...             &amp;quot;  ............To be continued level 2  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113069080039359658?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113069080039359658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113069080039359658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113069080039359658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113069080039359658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/haunting-level-1.html' title='~ Haunting Level 1 ~'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113062145099501535</id><published>2005-10-29T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:30:51.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diabeties and effected persons.</title><content type='html'>Diabeties have lot of complications if not propery maintained. recently i have to undergo fundoscopy of eyes and then resulted into eyes laser treatments. anyone diabetiec person whose bloodsugar is not controlled should be very careful hence avoid the high cholestrol and bloodpessure...the silent killers.... any question to be asked for it may please be put to me .... masood toor meethay_loug_dawa@yahoo.co.in &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113062145099501535?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113062145099501535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113062145099501535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113062145099501535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113062145099501535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/diabeties-and-effected-persons.html' title='diabeties and effected persons.'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113060414985859550</id><published>2005-10-29T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T09:42:29.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Just my thoughts for the day</title><content type='html'>Quote Just my thoughts for the dayI don't understand this old world anymore. It seems to me that some people just want to hurt other and don't want to take responsibility for their own actions. One of these days these people that think they are above the law and untouchable will find out the hard way that whatever they do will come back to kick them in the butt, I personally hope I'm still around to see some of it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113060414985859550?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113060414985859550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113060414985859550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113060414985859550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113060414985859550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/talking-about-just-my-thoughts-for-day.html' title='Talking about Just my thoughts for the day'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113053504355142794</id><published>2005-10-28T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:30:43.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to a girls Heart</title><content type='html'>*Ways to a Girls Heart*  1. Hug her from behind  2. Grab her hand when you guys are walking next to each other.  3. When standing, wrap your arms around her.  4. Cuddle with her.  *5. Dont force her to do anything.  6. When you hug hold her in your arms as long as possible.  7. Say I love you and mean it  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113053504355142794?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113053504355142794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113053504355142794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113053504355142794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113053504355142794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/way-to-girls-heart.html' title='Way to a girls Heart'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113051749895674462</id><published>2005-10-28T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:38:20.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future Freaks Me Out.</title><content type='html'>NCDS Honor Choir was surprisingly a lot of fun.After the concert my grandparents/my parents/Kiley &amp;amp; I met Philliam @ the Cracker Barrel and ate there. Apparently, Phill and I combined are &amp;quot;Purty Smart,&amp;quot; according to the Intelligence Test peg game.  Went to Sokol last night &amp;amp; saw the Motion City Soundtrack show. It friggin' rocked!! That guy's hair is crazy!  I just ate a ham sandwich.  My father is having surgery in the morn tomorrow, so hog chores shall be my duty for the day. wOOt. I r such farmer.  Water is delicious. So go drink some, cuz...it's delicious.  Peaches, in addition, are delicious.  By the way, Jeremy: I do TOO have magic socks!  ...  And they rock.  my gj  (guy from Motion City Soundtrack) | |  / V &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113051749895674462?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113051749895674462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113051749895674462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113051749895674462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113051749895674462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/future-freaks-me-out.html' title='The Future Freaks Me Out.'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113043156870912191</id><published>2005-10-27T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:46:08.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling uninspired</title><content type='html'>Fucking yawn, nothing interesting to talk about. Suggest everyone attack themselves with a ruler in order to restore their own wakefulness to a state that is basically not shitted like mine. Woo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113043156870912191?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113043156870912191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113043156870912191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113043156870912191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113043156870912191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/feeling-uninspired.html' title='Feeling uninspired'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113036234289592596</id><published>2005-10-26T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:32:22.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La fuerza!!!</title><content type='html'>Por estos dias esta apunto de estallar la galaxiamania otra vez... y todo esta perfectamente montado para el show. La fuerza esta en todos lados y debemos estar atentos de su lado oscuro mas ahora que es el momento en el que nos tratara de seducir conmas intensidad. el lado oscuro asecha Cuidado!!! pd: la republica consiguio imagenes de su embajador pendiente si lo ven y no se dejen seducir. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113036234289592596?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113036234289592596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113036234289592596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113036234289592596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113036234289592596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/la-fuerza.html' title='La fuerza!!!'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113034436929226986</id><published>2005-10-26T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:32:49.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinecones</title><content type='html'> Pinecones are mean. And they are also very hairy!!!! A hairy pinecone is a bad pinecone that leads to destruction in life...So be a good person and SMOOSH all the PINECONES you see!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -Sarah   Pinecones=Mean and very hairy!!!  People=Smooshing pinecones is good for you! It also releases anger! So take your anger out on the pinecones! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113034436929226986?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113034436929226986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113034436929226986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113034436929226986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113034436929226986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/pinecones.html' title='Pinecones'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113027665450822511</id><published>2005-10-25T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:44:14.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love Calls Your Name</title><content type='html'>Sitting here listening to this song thinking about all the great times I had spent with him. Wow! Love was calling my name and there was no where for me to hide. He rescued me from a world full of darkness and opened up my heart to a &amp;quot;prism of light full of colors&amp;quot;. Love was on it's way and it called out to me!  One of my many songs to reflect on the happiest moments of my life!  Kem Kemistry's &amp;quot;Love Is Calling Your Name&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113027665450822511?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113027665450822511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113027665450822511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113027665450822511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113027665450822511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-love-calls-your-name.html' title='When Love Calls Your Name'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113025794179549898</id><published>2005-10-25T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:32:23.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complaint</title><content type='html'>1. okay i been trying to read this book &amp;quot;genevieve&amp;quot; by eric jerome dickey but it just aint happening. i ordered for it at the library two months ago but my ass is still on hold, how unkewlllllllllllll, hissssssssss and im too cheap to go buy it cause i hurred it was not a very good read but im still curious to know what it is about so i guess waiting i'mo have to keep doing, hisssssssssssss  2. i hate school zones, we have to drive on 20 , like wtf, i so dont like dat   3. y do i have this big ole sunburn on my hand, its so arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh  4. why cant things just be all cooleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee  ................. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113025794179549898?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113025794179549898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113025794179549898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113025794179549898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113025794179549898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/complaint.html' title='complaint'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113019041074095608</id><published>2005-10-24T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:46:50.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>Today i went to work at 5:30, but Pam and i got there early to eat.It was pretty fun, everyone hung out with us while they were supposed to be working. Chris Durham and Jenny came in to outback and we talked and damn is Jenny dumb. Then me and Pam andNayanda went to Wal-Mart and looked around, and Nayanda wanted to look at every little thing. Then we bought like twenty dollars worth of candy and chips. Next we went to April from work's house to babysit. All we did was sit around on the couch and watch TV until I fell asleep for a little then Pam woke me up and took me home. Actually I had a really good time today. I hope that i actually do something tomorrow and don't just sit around all day. Well, im listening to Cake right now and it sounds so good, i think im going to buy the CD tomorrow. I probably need to right that down so that i don't forget. Yeah, i kind of feel sorry for Pam because that guy keeps calling her and she dosn't like him at all anymore, but it's not my problem. Well im going to go watch some TV and fall asleep. Someone needs to call me tomorrow so that i can do somethin. Word of the Day: Gigili o ron a mon a con Source: From Aqua Teen Hunger Force while Paul and I were watching it. Ha   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113019041074095608?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113019041074095608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113019041074095608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113019041074095608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113019041074095608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113017146240383656</id><published>2005-10-24T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:31:02.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Story (Please Read It) ~Inportant~</title><content type='html'>Be sure to cancel your credit cards before you die. This is priceless and one can understand it happening, customer service being what it is today. A lady died this past January, and Citibank billed her for February and March for their annual service charges on her credit card, and then added late fees and interest on the monthly charge. The balance had been $0.00, now is somewhere around $60.00. A family member placed a call to Citibank:    Family Member: &amp;quot;I am calling to tell you that she died in January.&amp;quot;  Citibank: &amp;quot;The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply.&amp;quot;  Family Member: &amp;quot;Maybe, you should turn it over to collections.&amp;quot;  Citibank: &amp;quot;Since it is two months past due, it already has been.&amp;quot;  Family Member: So, what will they do when they find out she is dead?&amp;quot;  Citibank: &amp;quot;Either report her account to the frauds division or report her to the credit bureau, maybe both!&amp;quot;  Family Member: &amp;quot;Do you think God will be mad at her?&amp;quot;  Citibank: &amp;quot;Excuse me?&amp;quot;  Family Member: &amp;quot;Did you just get what I was telling you - the part about her being dead?&amp;quot;  Citibank: &amp;quot;Sir, you'll have to speak to my supervisor.&amp;quot;  Supervisor gets on the phone:  Family Member: &amp;quot;I'm calling to tell you, she died in January.&amp;quot;  Citibank: &amp;quot;The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply.&amp;quot;  Family Member: &amp;quot;You mean you want to collect from her estate?&amp;quot;  Citibank: (Stammer) &amp;quot;Are you her lawyer?&amp;quot;  Family Member: &amp;quot;No, I'm her great nephew.&amp;quot; (Lawyer info given)  Citibank: &amp;quot;Could you fax us a certificate of death?&amp;quot;  Family Member: &amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot; (fax number is given)  After they get the fax:  Citibank: &amp;quot;Our system just isn't setup for death. I don't know what more I can do to help.&amp;quot;  Family Member: &amp;quot;Well, if you figure it out, great! If not, you just keep billing her. I don't think she will care.&amp;quot;  Citibank: &amp;quot;Well, the late fees and charges do still apply.&amp;quot;  Family Member: &amp;quot;Would you like her new billing address?&amp;quot;  Citibank: &amp;quot;That might help.&amp;quot;  Family Member: &amp;quot;Odessa Memorial Cemetery, Highway 129, Plot Number 69.&amp;quot;  Citibank: &amp;quot;Sir, that's a cemetery!&amp;quot;  Family Member: &amp;quot;What do you do with dead people on your planet? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113017146240383656?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113017146240383656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113017146240383656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113017146240383656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113017146240383656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/true-story-please-read-it-inportant.html' title='A True Story (Please Read It) ~Inportant~'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113010368414161620</id><published>2005-10-23T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:41:24.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small things!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I went for a walk and I traveled across this little island. I reached the botanical gardens in no time and went to the volcano.... This island is too small for me now.... I need to get out of here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113010368414161620?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113010368414161620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113010368414161620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113010368414161620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113010368414161620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/small-things.html' title='Small things!!!!'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113008552594811070</id><published>2005-10-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:38:45.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos Added</title><content type='html'> Check out I added more Photos of Panama!!!! Went to an all inclusive beach resort that that Alfredo the Promoter took us to! Super cool. Had a great lazy day with all my new friends. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113008552594811070?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113008552594811070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113008552594811070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113008552594811070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113008552594811070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/photos-added.html' title='Photos Added'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-113001666207793395</id><published>2005-10-22T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:31:02.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME</title><content type='html'>[Sleeper:]Shine-lake of fireLines take me higherMy mind drips desireConfined and overtiredLiving this charadeIs getting me nowhereI can`t shake this charadeThe city`s cold blood calls me homeHome it`s what I long forBack home where I belongThe city - it calls to meDecadent scenes from my memorySorrow - eternityMy demons are coming to drown meHelp - I`m falling, I`m crawlingI can`t keep away from its clutchCan`t have it, this habitIt`s calling me back to my home[Miracle:]I remember the first time she came to mePoured her soul out all night and criedI remember I was told there`s a new love that`s bornFor each one that has diedI never thought that ICould carry on with this lifeBut I can`t resist myselfNo matter how hard I tryLiving their other lifeIs getting them nowhereI`ll make her my wifeHer sweet temptations calls me homeHome it`s what I long forMy home where she belongsHer ecstasy - means so much to meEven decieving my own bloodVictoria watches and thoughtfully smilesShe`s taking me to my homeHelp - he`s my brother, but I love herI can`t keep away from her touchDeception, dishonorIt`s calling me back to my home[N:]Her story - it holds the keyUnlocking dreams from my memorySolving this mysteryIs everything that is a part of meHelp - regression, obsessionI can`t keep away from her touchLeave no doubt, to find outIt`s calling me back to my home  TUFFFFFFFFFFFFFF  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-113001666207793395?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113001666207793395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=113001666207793395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113001666207793395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/113001666207793395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/home.html' title='HOME'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112993088918944984</id><published>2005-10-21T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:41:30.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juegale..apuestale!!</title><content type='html'>Cuando hasta la esperanza perdida esteJalete otro cigarrillo, esfumateAbrete la mente y vamos a volarDeja que tu corazon empieze a hablarEs tan facil saber respetar...es muy facil, busca tu verdad en paz y amorjuegale, todo el mundo, apuestenle al amorEs tu vida, purificate por la tierraViva tu verdad en paz y amorjuegale, todo el mundo, apuestenle al amorAmo solo a mi alrededorde los pies a la cabeza amoramor circula en mis venas, enloqueciendoven, ven, juegale, apuestale, juegale, ponle fe !juegale, todo el mundo, apuestenle al amorEs tu vida, purificate por la tierraViva tu verdad en paz y amorjuegale, todo el mundo, apuestenle al amor  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112993088918944984?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112993088918944984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112993088918944984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112993088918944984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112993088918944984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/juegaleapuestale.html' title='Juegale..apuestale!!'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112991276450146671</id><published>2005-10-21T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:39:24.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowie</title><content type='html'>Gisteren was een wow dag! Het optreden was schitterend, gewoon zalig eigenlijk. Fotootjes komen nog wel :) En ik heb ook heerlijk geslapen! Meer is er niet te zeggen (ik hou van je jan!) xxx ::prslfj:: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112991276450146671?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112991276450146671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112991276450146671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112991276450146671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112991276450146671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/wowie.html' title='Wowie'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112984393701804222</id><published>2005-10-20T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:32:17.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age is a Gift</title><content type='html'>The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, he was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let him know.   Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body...the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those things for long.  I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.  Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m, and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set. They, too, will get old.  I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten ... and I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.  I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. I can say &amp;quot;no,&amp;quot; and mean it. I can say &amp;quot;yes.&amp;quot; and mean it.  As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.  So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every  single day.   Today, I wish you a day of ordinary miracles. Author Unknown &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112984393701804222?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112984393701804222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112984393701804222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112984393701804222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112984393701804222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/age-is-gift.html' title='Age is a Gift'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112974045358457198</id><published>2005-10-19T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:47:33.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estar lejos...</title><content type='html'>Hay veces que quisiera volar lejos de aca,  volar para el lugar que en verdad pertenesco. Quisiera volver a ver a mis amigos, a mi familia, a las calles que me vieron creser.  Hay veces que me pregunto porque eh perdido tantas cosas en la vida que no encuentro respuestas a todas mis preguntas porque si te tuve a mi lado, ahora ya no estas? porque si tuve tantos momentos de felicidad, con mi gente, bajo mi cielo, porque ya no los tengo?   Amargas han sido todas las despedidas  Con lagrimas he cerrado cada una de ellas,  pero tu despedida la cerre sin lagrimas, sin alma,  te llevaste todo de mi, y me dejaste sin nada &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112974045358457198?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112974045358457198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112974045358457198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112974045358457198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112974045358457198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/estar-lejos.html' title='Estar lejos...'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112967149830324282</id><published>2005-10-18T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:38:18.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!!!!</title><content type='html'>Good morning!!!! There's a chill in the air today (could be, because it's only 6:45am-LOL) and I'm feeling like I'm ready for Fall!!! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE autumn! I'm not sure why, but that crisp chill in the air kind of makes me think of NYC...I know, I know, I've been on this New York kick lately and I can't get rid of it. I guess maybe, because this time of year just makes me reminisce about walking those city streets.  I slept great last night...had the windows opened...having no humidity helped! I've got a busy, busy week at work...lots of walk-thrus scheduled, which will be fine as long as the heat stays away!!  It's kind of hard to believe that today is August 1st already!!! Well, I'd love to hear some feedback as to what is going on in all of your lives too, so feel free to write in the comment section!!!!  Oh, one more thing....I hope you're feeling better Ms. Weiss! (Melissa got her tonsils out last week!!)...I'm thinking of you!  Lots of love~ ~Tina &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112967149830324282?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112967149830324282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112967149830324282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112967149830324282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112967149830324282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!!!!'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112965385956584626</id><published>2005-10-18T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:44:19.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devin's wedding (my niece)</title><content type='html'> So I am leaving to CA (to my sisters place) on 7/12 for my nieces wedding. My three sisters live in Srilanka and the one in Australia have decided to come to US for this event. Hence it is going to be even special for me. The last time all of us met at the same time is 5 years ago. So I am looking forward to this week.   The wedding definitely not going to be a typical one, but will be very interesting especially because two cultures are coming together in this big event. The bride, Devin, was born in Canada but brought up with Srilankan and Catholic traditions. The groom, Susheem, was born in US and brought up with strong Indian and Hindu traditions. Hence the wedding will be filled with different traditional ceremonies to represent both sides. Indian and Hindu ceremonies tends to be more elaborate and colorful than the Catholic church wedding. I am looking forward to see how all this going to be unfolding in the next few days.   What I know so far is we will be parting 5 days in a row. Starting on Wed. the 13th with a semi-formal Hindu ceremony at Shusheems parents place, events are going to get kicked off. This ceremony seems to be designed to pamper the Bride by the grooms family. Thursday is the rehearsal dinner. Friday is the first of two main wedding ceremonies. This is going to be the Hindu ceremony planed by Susheems parents. Saturday is the main church ceremony and the reception hosted by the brides parents. Then Sunday is a get-together and has the last fun before the couple goes in their honeymoon.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112965385956584626?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112965385956584626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112965385956584626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112965385956584626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112965385956584626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/devins-wedding-my-niece.html' title='Devin&apos;s wedding (my niece)'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112958476132476009</id><published>2005-10-17T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:32:41.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked game</title><content type='html'>The world was on fire, no-one could save me but youIt's strange what desire will make foolish people doI'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like youAnd I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you No I don't wanna fall in lovethis world is always gonna break your heartNo I don't wanna fall in lovethis world is always gonna break your heart..with you What a wicked game to playTo make me feel this wayWhat a wicked thing to doTo let me dream of youWhat a wicked thing to sayYou never felt this wayWhat a wicked thing you doTo make me dream of you &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112958476132476009?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112958476132476009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112958476132476009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112958476132476009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112958476132476009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/wicked-game.html' title='wicked game'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112956715825672516</id><published>2005-10-17T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:39:22.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Talk About "The Man In Black"</title><content type='html'> Hello ladies and gentleman, welcome agian. I know most of you are thinking &amp;quot;damn he is Blogs alot.&amp;quot; Well i have to be honest with you, I really enjoy sharing things. If you have opinions on the things i have written feel free to comment. If you have questions you would like to know about me feel free to ask.   So lets talk about the &amp;quot;man in black&amp;quot;. For those of you that might be redneck retarded, i am refering to the legend Johnny Cash. As a child my family would take very long road trips in our peice of shit motorhome. As was the case, the rest of my family would enjoy the open road and eachothers company. I would sleep in the back while we rolled down the open road. I can proudly say that i have slept through most of the states in this great nation. The motorhome was equiped with a top of the line tape player. My father would put in old Johnny Cash tapes and I would roll down the road listening to them half way between awake and asleep. These were great times that I miss greatly.  Me and my little brother (mike) used to make our other siblings laugh as we would sing &amp;quot;Daddy Sang Bass&amp;quot; at the top of our little lungs or i would just break into song and sing &amp;quot;Tennessee flat top box.&amp;quot;   It should be noted at this time that breaking out in random song is one of my everyday quirks. I will have so many songs running through my head at once that i will just grab one and start singing it. I have been jokingly asked if I had voices in my head. I simply replied &amp;quot;Voices? No. I have sold out concerts&amp;quot;  On September 13 2003 i got out of bed at about five pm like usual. I turned my tv and stopped dead in my tracks as i heard the announcement &amp;quot;Country music superstar Johnny Cash dies at the age of 71.&amp;quot; I cried. But in the long run Johnny had left his mark on this world. He had lived a hard life and was now at peace. But, every time I listen to his songs, I will remember the long road trips and the positive influence he had in my life.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112956715825672516?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112956715825672516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112956715825672516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112956715825672516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112956715825672516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-talk-about-man-in-black.html' title='Lets Talk About &quot;The Man In Black&quot;'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112949906241769888</id><published>2005-10-16T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:44:22.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o i took another quiz</title><content type='html'>You are the Justice card. Justice preserves theharmony of the world. Working with oppositeforces, Justice does not seek to criticize orcondemn but rather to accept. The idea behindthe card justice is that opposite forces arecomplementary; you could not have good withoutevil or light without darkness. Justice'sposition is to make sure that if a thing is outof balance, the weight of its energy isrealigned with its opposite force. This card isalso a card of humour, for it is in pointingout contrary positions that humour is oftenfound. The attitude that is found in thehumourous person, being able to shiftperspective and flow with an instinct, isimportant in the maintenance of good balance.Image from The Blue Moon Tarot Deck.http://www.themysticeye.com/pics/bluemoon.htm Which Tarot Card Are You?brought to you by Quizilla   also i updated the main site with a few new pics ^-^ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112949906241769888?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112949906241769888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112949906241769888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112949906241769888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112949906241769888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/oo-i-took-another-quiz.html' title='O.o i took another quiz'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112948046084378963</id><published>2005-10-16T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:34:20.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wont cry</title><content type='html'>Someone hurt my feelings today,But I wont cry! No, not I.I am big and tough,I am rough enough.I wont cry! No, not I.What is this leaking down my face?It cant be tears! No, not I.By myself, I am just fine,These are not tears in a line.I wont cry! No, not I.My teacher asks if Im okay.My voice is cracking when I sayI wont cry! No, not I.She bends down and gives me a hug.She makes me feel so warm and snug.Now I dont need to cry. No, not I.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112948046084378963?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112948046084378963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112948046084378963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112948046084378963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112948046084378963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-wont-cry.html' title='I wont cry'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112941234968776279</id><published>2005-10-15T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:39:11.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mico earns Apprentice Water Dog Title</title><content type='html'>Bella sends her heartiest congratulations to Mico who earned his Apprentice Water Dog title today at the PWD Club of the Twin Cities trial in Minnesota. Peg Thomas handled, and Jill Gilbert judged. Mico is now Ch Peja Comico Cabrito CD AWD. Way to go! These puppies are swimming already. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112941234968776279?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112941234968776279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112941234968776279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112941234968776279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112941234968776279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/mico-earns-apprentice-water-dog-title.html' title='Mico earns Apprentice Water Dog Title'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112939424670916088</id><published>2005-10-15T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:37:26.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying 2 Delhi</title><content type='html'>Sudden developments in plans mite have me flyin in and out of delhi in less than 12 hrs..Have 2 get thr 4 an interview by morn flight nd get back 2 mumbai 4 mah xam d next day...Hectic as it may sound but have 2 manage it all....Soo d interview scheduled 4 either d 7th or d 8th will have me takin d mornin flight gettin in time 4 d interview,nd as soon as its done with,flyin back 2 mumbai 4 mah xam on d 9th....Lets c how thins shape up....   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112939424670916088?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112939424670916088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112939424670916088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112939424670916088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112939424670916088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/flying-2-delhi.html' title='Flying 2 Delhi'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112932606475597632</id><published>2005-10-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:41:04.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Buble</title><content type='html'>I sit here listening to Michael Buble, and I realize once again how FABULOUS he is . Besides the fact he is a good looking guy his voice just AMAZES me! If you only listen to one song I recomend &amp;quot;Home&amp;quot; It is fab and just totally shows his voice talents. I like his fast stuff as well. He is just amazing and I wanted to blog on it so that maybe someone else out there would here him and just swoon over him as well. Most of his stuff is a throw back to Sinatra and Dean and others of those days. I always thought that I was born in the wrong era or perhaps my past life I was alive in the 20's-40's and just can't forget the times I had! I love swing music and big band along with the crooners of old. Michael Buble is anew version of that. I first heard him on the Starbucks commercial where the lady walks around and he is everywhere singing &amp;quot;Come Fly with Me&amp;quot; to her, so I looked him up. Listen to him. He will melt you ladies. For you guys buy your woman his CD and she'll make your night. go to his page www.Michaelbuble.com and his music plays on it.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112932606475597632?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112932606475597632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112932606475597632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112932606475597632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112932606475597632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/michael-buble.html' title='Michael Buble'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112930806474819003</id><published>2005-10-14T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:41:05.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>terrible day</title><content type='html'> Why does life have to have terrible days. Why do people have to be so mean sometimes. Lies are probably the worst thing ever. The person who this is gonna be about will probably know it's them if they read it, so if you feel like talking to me...I'd appreciate it. I'm just so...sad I guess. I didn't do anything to deserve this. It sucks when people are cruel, but it's worse when it's someoneyou trust and love. Then it hurts about a million times worse. I hate drama and gossip. It's so pointless and useless. If you're upset with a person, don't go spreading lies about them, just fricken talk to them. Tell them what's up. I don't want to get into a stupid fight over nothing. I didn't do anything to you...I miss talking to you I miss beign friends. Maybe you don't want that, but why can't you just leave me alone then. I don't want you totally out of my life or anything, just want you to stop lying about me cause it sucks. I just dont' want to have to wonder why you hate me so much or what lies you're going to say about me next. Why can't we talk and get this over with, move on, be friends like we used to be. I'm out peoples...have a good fricken day. Or at least better than mine.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112930806474819003?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112930806474819003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112930806474819003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112930806474819003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112930806474819003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/terrible-day.html' title='terrible day'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112922129677760215</id><published>2005-10-13T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:35:01.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Today Show Concert~</title><content type='html'>Anyone wanna go to the NBC Today Show concert? It's like 7am at Rockefeller Plaza (I think)....so I guess it's just me then....They have Hilary Duff on Thursday 8/18....I don't have particular favorfor her, but she is the only celebrity I know on the upcoming event calendar.....just for fun thou...haven't gone to the city for a while.. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3041478/ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112922129677760215?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112922129677760215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112922129677760215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112922129677760215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112922129677760215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-show-concert.html' title='~Today Show Concert~'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112915322012556422</id><published>2005-10-12T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:40:20.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>blog. blog. blog. blog. blog. blog. blog. blog. blog. blog. BLOG, BLOG, BLOG, BLOG, BLOG, BLOG, BLOG, blog. blog. blog!!!! BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOOOOOOOOOOGGGG!!! BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOOOOOOOGGG!!!         BLOG  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112915322012556422?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112915322012556422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112915322012556422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112915322012556422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112915322012556422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112913529077152284</id><published>2005-10-12T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:41:34.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 20 List Updates</title><content type='html'>Today, Wayne and I are updating our top 20lists - Mostly because the TV show Lost just started in the UK and made us reconsider our choices. Plus, it's a lazy kind of Sunday... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112913529077152284?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112913529077152284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112913529077152284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112913529077152284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112913529077152284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/top-20-list-updates.html' title='Top 20 List Updates'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112906639794144462</id><published>2005-10-11T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:33:18.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Trip To South Mountain</title><content type='html'>Okay, early saturday morning we got to go up to South Mountain Park again before it got too hot. I took the video camera up there and took some videos. We went back to the summit like we did before and thenwe decided to go to the Lost Valley. We didn't get to the Lost Valley because it a 1.5 mile hike to get there. We was unprepared with the required things like water, proper boots, and a hat. So we hike about a half mile or more and took some pics that we can get. Also we found out that there is a tunnel (a natural tunnel) along the way to Lost Valley. We thinking about trying to get there earlier than we did saturday with the things we need just mention so we can be safe in the heat. So another trip is planned maybe next weekend during the 4th of July weeklend if the park is open. We also found out that San Juan that to the west of the park (inside the park) was close due to a wild fire eariler that week. Anyway we enjoyed the trip. It a lot better view than a mall LMAO. Well, it getting long, socheck out the South Mountain Park Pics. Type at ya late!! Bye!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112906639794144462?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112906639794144462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112906639794144462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112906639794144462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112906639794144462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-trip-to-south-mountain.html' title='Another Trip To South Mountain'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112904906643959829</id><published>2005-10-11T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:44:26.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great dayz...</title><content type='html'>Last night there wasn't too much goin on...i just went over to jakes and watched a movie and stayed the night. And today I had an interview at Caseys about a job. It only took about five minutes ha and i start trainin on monday. Tonight is pretty boring...im just sittin here cause i didnt really want to go to the fair with jake. I didnt have much money anyhow and there aint shit to do there but walk around and see people you dont want to see. Oh well ill end up going out there friday and saturday prolly cause theres really nuthin else to do. Hopefully gion to see the demos! Damn this concert keeps gettin closer and closer but i just cant wait ha! well I better go find sumthin to do tonight...later~~~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112904906643959829?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112904906643959829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112904906643959829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112904906643959829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112904906643959829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/great-dayz.html' title='great dayz...'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112898020629202936</id><published>2005-10-10T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:36:46.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3NG4 1UR!4!!</title><content type='html'>  WIKED!!! Konno smo presegli prvi k obiska!  Od sedaj naprej bo trenutni obisk pod vsakem novem vnosu v blog (jstz ponosen, jstz nadpameten!)... No..pustimo to koliko obiskov sem naredil sam .  Evo- za nagrado pa en sexy link do odlinega bloga za vse g33ke :P (jastz gik ne! lepo prosim!!!!11) Gizmodo     Total page views: 1009 | Page views today: 69 | Page views this week: 120 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112898020629202936?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112898020629202936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112898020629202936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112898020629202936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112898020629202936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/3ng4-1ur4.html' title='3NG4 1UR!4!!'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112896178500160603</id><published>2005-10-10T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:29:45.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE THINGS</title><content type='html'>Three things in life that, once gone, never come back- Time Words Opportunity  Three things in life that may never be lost- Peace Hope Honesty  Three things in life that are most valuable- Love Self-confidence Friends  Three things in life that are never certain- Dreams Success Fortune  Three things that make a man- Hard work Sincerity Commitment  Three things in life that can destroy a man- Wine Pride Anger  Three things that are truly constant- Father Son Holy Ghost I ask the Lord to bless you, as I pray for you today; to guide you and protect you, as you go along your way. His love is always with you, His promises are true. And when you give Him all your cares, you know He'll see you through.  Pass this along to People you want God to Bless-I just did. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112896178500160603?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112896178500160603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112896178500160603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112896178500160603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112896178500160603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/three-things.html' title='THREE THINGS'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112889349926097399</id><published>2005-10-09T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:31:39.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRUNK</title><content type='html'>Man oh man...i was real wasted last night....i didnt even smoke or nuttin..... Rainey came to visit me!!  :)  I was so happy.  We both come back home on wednesday... I think Pats mad at me, sorry and yeah I dont really know what else to say bout that. Robins coming over and were gunna get lunch...thank god Im feeling better and feel like eating....man i would have been puking this morning if i actully had something in my stomache.... Robins here peace. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112889349926097399?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112889349926097399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112889349926097399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112889349926097399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112889349926097399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/drunk.html' title='DRUNK'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112887538614544320</id><published>2005-10-09T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:29:46.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Day</title><content type='html'>Everything seems O.K bird fly high sun brights alright soul and body down to street Harmony 919 Sorrow no longer rings the bell happiness? my best new friend no longer thinking about silly things all bad has passed. How? I dont know... I just know that's a strange day, birds fly high, sun brights alright  life got a new color, smell of gardens and all of sudden i found myself smiling with the pretty little girl in the supermarket, giving up my sit in the train to a gray hair lady shaping clouds with funny figures everything seems O.K and why? i dont know. Bird fly hight, sun brights alright &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112887538614544320?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112887538614544320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112887538614544320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112887538614544320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112887538614544320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/strange-day.html' title='Strange Day'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112880780689632568</id><published>2005-10-08T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:43:26.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise on the run</title><content type='html'> People do the weirdest things on the bus. Today was one of those days when I got lucky and spotted a guy performing something that seemed to look like his daily exercise routine presented in the front section of the bus. After he boarded at Montlake wearing tight spandex clothing and a huge backpack he first started with hamstring stretches, then moved on to calf raises, shoulder stretches, and so on. Luckily I had my camera phone handy and I took this amazing pic featuring the overly athletic dude bent in half during one of a number of routines that he performed in front of flabbergasted bus riders.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112880780689632568?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112880780689632568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112880780689632568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112880780689632568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112880780689632568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/exercise-on-run.html' title='Exercise on the run'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112872067378657279</id><published>2005-10-07T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:31:13.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoy!!!</title><content type='html'>Hoy es un dia de akellos en el que te levantas y hubieras deseado no haberlo hecho en el que miras por la ventana y no hay nadie todo esta vacio como en tu corazon hoy dia es un dia de loscuales la comida no t sabe a comida la pasas y ni la saboreas hoy es un dia de akellos en los cuales t sientes solay hay gente a tu alrededorhoy es un dia de akellos en donde recuerdas tu pasado y esperas que tu presente y tu futuro s ean mejor ........   BabY AnN &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112872067378657279?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112872067378657279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112872067378657279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112872067378657279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112872067378657279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/hoy.html' title='hoy!!!'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112863450292118330</id><published>2005-10-06T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:35:02.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scared</title><content type='html'>well..i dont know what to do...it seems to be as if he is pissed off at me! i dont know how to do this...i dont want things to get fucked up between us! i like him alot...i dont know if it is love...and there is nothing he could do to make me not like him! but i am afraid of getting hurt and i know i shouldnt be but how can a person not be scared! i dont know what to do! right now i feel like i could cry! i dont know how to take it....every time i start to get attached to someone they just run away! and i dont want that to happen...but i dont know what to do! If the person i am talking about reads this i hope that he can comfort me with his loving words...because i dont know if anybody else's will work! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112863450292118330?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112863450292118330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112863450292118330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112863450292118330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112863450292118330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/scared.html' title='scared'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112861702573053613</id><published>2005-10-06T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:43:45.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustangs... MUSTANGS...</title><content type='html'>The Mustangs beat the Press 24-11.. what a game it was.. We were winning 9-4 till the 5th inning when they went ahead 11-9... then came the historic bottom of the 6th... 14 runs in an inning.. I think that breaks the recent Yankees record of 13 runs in 1 inning... a good 9 inning game.. I pitched 8 innings &amp;amp; the last one, everyone scrambled to different positions. I ended being catcher lol... For those who know the stats, I was 2-5 with 3 RBIs, 1 Run &amp;amp; 1 BB.. The MVP of course, Ratman.. all i know he recorded a single, a double, 2 HRs.. he could've stayed for the triple &amp;amp; have the cycle but he ran all the way to home. a good effort by everyone, a good time we had... Who's Next? cuz we sure gave them something to write about  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112861702573053613?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112861702573053613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112861702573053613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112861702573053613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112861702573053613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/mustangs-mustangs.html' title='Mustangs... MUSTANGS...'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112854825743531323</id><published>2005-10-05T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:37:37.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to go to Portugal</title><content type='html'> I was planning to go to Portugal for work this Saturday. I was so stressed at work on Friday, I postponed it to Sunday.   International flights - I had to be there 3 hours early. So I called for a cab and it showed up 30 minutes early. How unusual. Normally they are always late. J But in the sea-tac air port it was great. I had a business class ticket so I was in the BA club lounge. BA meal services were al interrupted due to a strike in London. So they said that we will not have any meals, liquor, and other services on board. The best part was that BA did a good job of trying to help this situation. They provided everyone with meals before the plane left. They gave $20 gift certificate for food. Also for business and first class passengers, there was a buffet at the lounge. I like how BA handled this situation. I wonder what would have happened if it was North West J  BA business class seats were really comfy. They reclined all the way through like a bed. There was no one right next to you either. Seats next to each other are located directly facing opposite to each other and has a nice divider between them. The only thing that was missing was the champagne and he great food. But the food they gave us to bring onboard was plenty.  This time I did not had much problems in going through London. My first time at the Heathrow airport and it was pretty big. The BA lounge there was very nice. I think I can get used to London quite well. It felt familiar in many ways. Lot of names and brands had same names as I am used to in SL. The best was the Ashes were on most of the TVs at the airport. Ha, what is Ashes?? It a cricket series between England and Australia. They play best of 5 test matches (that means each game is 5 days long). This particular series have a long history and a healthy rivalry. I used to listen to it on the radio when I was growing up in SL.   After 2 hours of layover, I got into the flight t Portugal. The flight took away towards the runaway but stopped and went back. When they announce for any doctors on board, we found out that there was a sick passenger on board. Anyways, it took another 2 hours to get that all sorted out and get that person to the hospital before we left. I am writing this on flight and I have a family of 4 sitting in my row (3 kids, 2 girls, a guy, and mom). The youngest was about 4 years old and is very quite. So the older girl asked me if she can have m window seat. I was happy to give that to her since she may enjoy it more than I would. The younger one saw my laptop and got all excided. So I let her type a little and use the tablet pen. Oh!! That was cool!! You can write on the screen. Finally her mom had to take her away.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112854825743531323?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112854825743531323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112854825743531323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112854825743531323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112854825743531323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-to-go-to-portugal.html' title='Time to go to Portugal'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112853078405469346</id><published>2005-10-05T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:46:24.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so sianzzz</title><content type='html'>haizzz, i think i wanna go zzz now...today so boring...not much homework...but all my dota game had leavers...wasted so much time....sianzz..another boring day for teeluun  i wonder when's farhim gonna have his Kippei back online to team up at the Eastern Plaguelands....farming at the plaguelands is so hard without a priest, andboring withouta friend....and anyone else interested in playing World of Warcraft, feel free to pm me...  and to all my other ex-classmates, i hope all of you are having a good time with the new leng cais n leng luis from all over msia..haha, good luck and study hard... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112853078405469346?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112853078405469346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112853078405469346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112853078405469346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112853078405469346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-sianzzz.html' title='so sianzzz'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112844431976544759</id><published>2005-10-04T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:45:19.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom's Defender</title><content type='html'> Freedom's defender    A hero in the sand, far away from his land,   laying underneath the stars thinking about   all his life wars, a tear forms in his eye but   he is a soldier and must not cry. Watching   as the sky lights up from the mortar that   falls like rain, hoping that he see yet   Another day The fear in his heart , the   things he would change, the night sets in   and final he rest, though he does not sleep,A watchful eye he must keep, for He fights   for you and he fights for me, Defending our   freedom and our rights, proudly serves ,   fiercely he defends, To you he is justa another soldier man, a defender of our   land, but there is some thing more then Just   a fighting machine, this nations warrior is   also a Grandfather, Father, Son andFriend.       Miss you and love you like crazy!!!!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112844431976544759?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112844431976544759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112844431976544759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112844431976544759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112844431976544759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/freedoms-defender.html' title='Freedom&apos;s Defender'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112837502554987930</id><published>2005-10-03T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:30:25.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Cast for GOF!</title><content type='html'>The new characters and actors for the lastest movie that is to be coming this November 18th:  Ralph Fiennes will be playing the part as Lord Voldemort. And all I can say is, do we have such a hot Lord, guess being a Deatheater has it's highlights now (not that being one would be so bad). Brendan Gleesonstars as Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody, the accursed deatheater hunter. Roger LloydPackas Mr.Barty Crouch, a man that has doomed many Deatheaters to Azkaban. Katie Leung as Ravenclaw Cho Chang, the girl that went after both Hogwarts Champions (in a way). Robert PattinsonasCedric DiggoryisHogwart'soriginal Champion. Stan Ianevskias Viktor Krum, Durmstrang's Dark looking Champion (but isn't really so dark). Clemence PoesyasFleur Delacour, Beauxbatons'beautifulChampion David Tennant as Barty crouch Jr., a fellow Deatheater. Pedja Bjelac as Igor Karkaroff, Headmaster of Durmstrang and a cowardly Deatheater. Miranda Richardson as Rita Skeeter, the buggy news-reporter. Frances de la Touras Madame Maxime, the 'huge'Headmistress of Beauxbatons. Wasn't able to find some photos though (the Dark Lord's, and a few others...).  I see no one was able to answer my questions from afew days ago. Shame, Ithought someone could answer them or at least one of them. The answers were:  It's ingredients are: lacewing flies stewed 21 days, leeches, powdered bicorn horn, knotgrass, fluxweed picked at full moon,boomslan skin, a bit of who one wants to turn into  Transforms a person to look exactly like someone else. One dose lasts for one hour, but doses can be renewed, apparently indefinitely. The secondI suspected anyone could know it, being that it was used by the Golden Trio inthe second movie Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.  Today's questions I suspect should be easy, even for those that don't read HP nor watch the movies can know them perhaps:  Name a Dark Creature. And (or, you don't have to answer this one, it'san extra), why is it a Dark Creature?   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112837502554987930?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112837502554987930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112837502554987930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112837502554987930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112837502554987930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/movie-cast-for-gof.html' title='Movie Cast for GOF!'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112835751560339820</id><published>2005-10-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:38:35.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to get things proper again.</title><content type='html'>5  blogUWC2101Q Civility in World Citymodule. close readingARTSthe decktechno edgeIVLEforumDR. Babaracrapresponse,draft1    .......8tutorial8material sciencemoduledepartment  yar, i did a crazy thing last weekend. not sleeping for about 30 plus hours (well...a piece of cake in th eyes of wq and kent i think.. hehe). woke up at 8 on saturday morning, went for the use2305 make up lecture (sheesh i should begin its reading too!!), went to play bball in the afternoon. had dinner, then went for the night cycling, which lasted till 6 in the morning. went to sentosa for the helper work of nus triathlon. expected to get a t-shirt but got a sleeveless one. i.e. singlet... got a bit of tanned (well no body can tell anyway), and only got back at around 5. slept for about an hour before i went down to take dinner. i was feeling like watching a guy calledzx eating, and i wondered who i am. i am zx. wellz... ok... went up again. read 'king's article... was like.... oo.... didn't bothered to drink coffee coz it seemed to have only hypnotising effect on me... anyway... i survived... and i managed to get up monday morning for my french.  hmm... and after all the frustrating cors thingy i managed to get all my tutorials and labs at my choice slot. will be in the same french tt group with jj. haha, hor, i was just thinking of not having contacted her for a while this morning, before i receive her msg about her tut grouping. haiz... but i'll feel inferior and stressed lar.... 20 hours more exposure is quite a big difference!!!!  so i shall start my full timetable next week. yups, coz i'm starting have lab sessions next week, so it's really full time table.  let me set a goal here: in one week's time i shall make a french entry here, which lasts at least 5 lines.  yups, gotta read other ppl's pre-writes and write my own comment now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112835751560339820?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112835751560339820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112835751560339820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112835751560339820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112835751560339820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-get-things-proper-again.html' title='to get things proper again.'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112828957678520600</id><published>2005-10-02T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:46:16.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foggy Floyd Fest</title><content type='html'> Since Im in a fog right now, its probably best to write about Floyd Fest 2005 (I'll explain why later). We were only there last week, but it seems like years ago. It was such an interesting experience that its taken me awhile to digest it and write about it.   For weeks some folks in my camp complained about the festival. They bad mouthed the hippies and slammed the talent, but as soon as we arrived at the mystical festival grounds, some attitudes changed. The talent roster, vendors and overall vibe was cool, cool, cool and some people, who had negative things to say, certainly had a change of heart by the end of our experience.    (Okay its now 2:00amI have to go to bed. I will finish up with the Floyd Fest detailsbelieve me youll want to hear about it. You know crazy shit is bound to happen when your chilin' in the mountains in Floyd, Virginia.)  Okay I'm back...it's August 18th....here's Floyd Revisited  Okay. Its been sometime since FloydFest; however, I had so many touching moments and revelations that I have to write about them.   I felt at peace when I was at FloydFest. The mountains, clean air, the overall vibe of the festival grounds (Pickets Thicket, located at the ridge of the Blue Ridge Mountains) and the people resuscitated my starving sprit. Without getting into specifics, there had been an incident at SummerFest (very early on in the trip), a turning point, when I knew the relationships I had with certain folks on the bus was taking a turn for the worst. After what I thought was hashing it out and making amends, the situation escalated and progressed into periodic days of the silent treatment and misguided behavior, which still continues today.   I tried my hardest to be diplomatic and civil about the situation. I sought out advice and asked for constructive criticism. If my behavior was causing the rift that made some folks on the bus dislike me or retaliate against those who dealt with me, then I needed to make some changes within myself. (I tell you, never before had I understood what the drama on Survivor and the Real World was really about until now.)  I took the feedback, which was very minimal or maybe just cautiously expressed, and I made a daring attempt to mend the floundering relationships. While in the process of making amends, I began to ask myself, What is the real issue here and what am I trying to fix? Even when I confronted the person who I felt controlled and instigated the attitudes toward me, the feedback was, we all think you try to outdo us. My response to that statement was that I have high expectations of myself and I work hard because of those expectations. Yes, I enjoy friendly competition, but the real competition is to beat the woman inside of me who becomes, negative, unenthusiastic, and weary. After that conversation, I thought about the simple phrase that Bob Marley said so eloquently, Everything Is Everything..Ms. Lauryn Hill, who used the phrase as a hook continued,, what is meant to be will be. After winter, must come spring, change will come eventually.   With all that being said, the Rock of Ages theme at FloydFest really helped me to regain perspective and peace of mind.   As written in the program..  This years theme speaks to the things in life which we cannot change, as well as those we can. We are all living this human existence. How we conduct ourselves in this human life, the value which we give it and the grace with which we live it, are up to us.   --Amen   The performance line up at Floyd was the most eclectic and diverse of all the festivals. The weather was temperamental up there in the mountains (fog, rain, sunshine, fog, rain, sunshine) which made for an exciting time on our pimped out golf cart.  Ani Difranco was the headliner and I caught about 2 songs before it started to rain on her parade. Id seen her before in Boston at the Orpheum. Shes always interesting to watch.    The highlight of my Floyd experience was meeting Xavier Rudd for the third time. This time I actually had a chance to sit down and interview him, although I dont think the interview will ever post because the quality is so bad.   If you read about my first two encounters with Xavier way back in June 05, youll understand why I was excited to meet him again. Our conversation this time was even better since it seemed like we were old chums and all. We talked about Bonnaroo, his skateboarding accident, music, life. It was just the type of connection I needed in the mist of mis-connections on the bus. Isnt it lovely when you meet someone who gets you the first time?  Shea &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112828957678520600?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112828957678520600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112828957678520600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112828957678520600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112828957678520600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/foggy-floyd-fest.html' title='Foggy Floyd Fest'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112827148041862757</id><published>2005-10-02T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:44:40.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EDITORIAL CARTOONS</title><content type='html'>Okay folks... here's what I'm gonna do! I'm going to start posting political/editorial cartoons of my own creation. I'm going to start posting them here as fast as I get them done, while I'm e-mailing them out for consideration at other sites and papers. But you can see them all here! The first is posted now! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112827148041862757?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112827148041862757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112827148041862757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112827148041862757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112827148041862757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/editorial-cartoons.html' title='EDITORIAL CARTOONS'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112818438038450632</id><published>2005-10-01T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:33:00.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog... or bLARG!</title><content type='html'>well its been a little while since ive posted, so lets see what i can come up with. got my watch fixed, durn thing needs 3 batteries! one for the watch, one for the dragon... dont know about the 3rd... maybe it keeps me running O.o i've been sick im sure you allknow and its no big suprise, so i went in ta see an old friend today jeanne chao, a very knolageable family friend. conclusion, my fire was traped and to hot, in went the needles and a litte presure point action half an hour in a dark room cetching up with her and wowza my whole left arm kept tensing and it felt all twisted and bakword like some one was trying ta snap my elbow, but no one was touching it just had 2 needles in my hand. after word there was a big ol' hot bruse whare one of the needles had been and im feeling kinda better. the bruse is gone, headach is gone... havent realy even been hungry today...huh.. maybe i should eat at some point... she gave me some hurbs and insturtions for them and sent me on my way. lets see any thing eles... level 43 in warcraft... still no kitty. 28 gold to go..., ummm picked up season 1 of harvey birdman, havent watched it yet, still upset they canceld sea lab... jurks. my site is outta space agen so if there are any pics you like... copy them now, they may not be there next week. store opening is delayed ... agen, this whole thing has me a bit pissed off, now were looken at the 12th of july to open,... same day my folks and aunt chris are commen to town ta say hi. i found all this out yesterday. whhhhhhhheeeeeeeee fun. seven votes for the Mr.Maelstorm contest so far... still no one with more then 1 vote... we have a mass tye.. not happy.come on ppl recrute for your vote get more folks ta vote, after all ... there can be only1!!!!! .... shhhh sneeky. hmmm wounder if i have any chili.... i think i bought some the other day. wow how i ramble on... thought for the day: spare the kiwi, there fuzzy.laters all -Xaun &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112818438038450632?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112818438038450632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112818438038450632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112818438038450632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112818438038450632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-or-blarg.html' title='blog... or bLARG!'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112811653171004828</id><published>2005-09-30T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:42:11.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>religion? meh</title><content type='html'>last day of th holidays - can you fucking beleive it - I CAN, god tomorrow il have to get up and just go, then training afterwards, with a big slice of academic pie in the middle. Although this meal is good 4 me, it is the boringest sandwich you could ever come acroos, thats if you were actually able to make a sandwich with a slice of economic pie in the middle.................anyway, off topic. School begins tomorrow and i have a history assignment to do tnight which is funny because history is the FIRST period i have tomorrow!   Its times like this that i pray. I dont know who i pray to, some guy, laxin out in a hawaiin shirt with a drink in his hand sittin on a cloud, enjoying the greatness of his situation - BUT WAIT, what if this god does not exist, i donnot really beleive in him, but i do beleive in a higher power, what - what if i die and there is nothing, or worse still, die and go to hell because some other religion was right. I dont have time for religion, i dont dis-respect it, i just dont beleive in what most of them stand for, i believe the afterlife thing, aswel as the higher power thing. And the afterlife thing is some sort of heaven u know, but i dont know about hell, if someone doesnt believe i think a worse punishment would be for them to be told that they were wrong and then deny them entry through those sparkly gates, leaving them in like - forever darkness, just nothing, no light, ongoing and forever non matter - u know what i mean. How much would that suck, open your eyes to see nothing, donnot physically fell anything, but emotions are present and shit, u feel alone, lost, scared - isnt that punishment enough, to fell like that and be alone in nothingness for eternity. (think about that word- eternity, the mind boggles, humans cannot even attempt to grasp the aspect of forever, of a never ending existance....shit!) Man, at least in hell u feel, and there are others that suffer along with you, but your eyes will prbly be cut out or something so u wont be able to see them..............lol  I know that people believing is like their insurance for life after death, they know that they are covered if it exists - IF THERE ONE EXISTS, unless there truly is one god who only exepts one kind, then it sucks to be them (those of different religions i mean). I cant fathom it this time of the night when i have a history internal to do......shit.  And do people enjoy worship? Do they find saviour in their lord? Are they healed when stricken down?? (in the green mile the lady is), but generally, why do they like it. Or do they not, someone tell me if they ever read this......hay you know, i just thought of something, what if he is, i mean HIM, is watching me write this right now, but then again, he would have known a long time ago with his kind of power, he knows every word i type before i type it, every mistake before i make it.........boggles........does this mean that he has seen forever(that word again) into the future!?!?!? Does he know of a looming destruction of our planet? has he told us???? i dont want to be judge, i dont want to be trampled by a hoof of one of the riders of the apocalypse, but then again, i dont want to live my life conforming to a religion when i do not really believe. But i am scared, of course i am, scared of what will happen after i die, which is hopefully a while away now - knock wood, where the fucks some woo-, o, here we go.................anyway i have much to say but not alot to type, much to do but nothing in my agenda, i will be hosting a show which i will not be present at, bring your own seats, we will sit on the floor, admission is free, youpay at the door, woman only but men allowed, no more than 100 i dont want a crowd.  Decipher that shit your holyness,   l8er, craig &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112811653171004828?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112811653171004828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112811653171004828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112811653171004828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112811653171004828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/religion-meh.html' title='religion? meh'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112809834814866228</id><published>2005-09-30T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:39:08.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who in their right mind?</title><content type='html'> Craves frozen pizza for dinner? I do...I guess it's been a reallllly long time since I've had it. Is the yum. (sometimes) We'll be having Digornio's self rising three meat along with the newspicy chicken. Anyone tried it yet? Can you tell I'm hungry? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112809834814866228?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112809834814866228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112809834814866228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112809834814866228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112809834814866228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-in-their-right-mind.html' title='Who in their right mind?'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112802954630447288</id><published>2005-09-29T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:32:26.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmm</title><content type='html'>Hmm... so there was a gang war outside my house today.... the cops came... i had to protect myself with a golf club... ummm... i really dont know what else... i have a show tomorrow.. thats pretty cool.... no one prolly reads this... thats even cooler....we have a new t shirt design.. ill post it on here... i guess that will make you comment me... if you like the t shirt design... soo i attached it so however you look at it please do so... i send my love to everyone... well maybe the one person that reads this...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112802954630447288?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112802954630447288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112802954630447288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112802954630447288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112802954630447288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmm'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112801163383793025</id><published>2005-09-29T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:33:53.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Search for the meaning....</title><content type='html'>When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. We've all heard the sayingbefore, but somehow it seems so much harder to find the sugar when you are the one who ends up with the lemons.  Sometimes I feel like a candle in the wind. Someone who needs the protection of a lantern or else what is inside of me will be extinguished. And sometime I feel that my flame shines so bright that not even a hurricane can wipe it out. That is life. When life doesn't go your way, you can't let it keep you down. You must keep on keeping on. Andrew Solomon once wrote that each day of your life is yours. Whether you feel happy, sad, angry or depressed that day, it is still a day of your life. You aren't going to get extra time tacked on at the end of your life for all of the days that don't go your way. You don't get to make them up. Embrace every day, the good and the bad, because these really are the days of your life.  And it helps if you have someone there to protect you from the storm every once and a while.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112801163383793025?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112801163383793025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112801163383793025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112801163383793025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112801163383793025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/search-for-meaning.html' title='Search for the meaning....'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112794404830337417</id><published>2005-09-28T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:47:28.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying obscenities</title><content type='html'>Since the day has already started with out me... M*&amp;amp;^%R F*&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;$G DAY, YOU THINK YOU CAN START WITHOUT ME YOU SON OF A B^*&amp;amp;H!!!! I had to vent my frustration on the day. I'm calm now... to be a samurai, a student of the dojo, you must seek inner peace, even if it means scaring everyone by yelling obscenities at nothing... very well lets start todays training. Today you will master the art of Flying, yes, i said Flying. I will show you how to fly. We must first start with levitation. Get on your tippy toes and strech up to the cieling while looking up. Now prostrate yourself and your friend and take your left leg and put it beside your head. You might crack a bone... but thats just the sign telling you, your flying... Now get on the floor, take your left arm and twist it around your neck until it forms a perfect circle, take your other hand and put it underneath your right buttock, and firmly squeeze. You will feel tingly inside. Let all the juices flow through you. And there, you should be flying... if not... your a demon worshipper and should be set of fire... peace brothers... peace.  Well that was weird... i don't know what came over me. Eh...(shrugs)... I don't care. Well i have been getting to know this girl. Her name is Crystal Gayle Baldwin. She keeps telling me that she loves me. And i'm like hold up girl, you movin to fast. And shes like baby baby i want chu. And I'm like hell ya.. but we can't be doing this shiicuz we gonna get sick. And shes like fug that shii baby. And I'm like yee yee...and then i black out. I play pool with her, and i keeps kickin her ashe. She kicks my ashe in dominoes and whatever the 'ell games we play. Baby take care of yourself... get some sleep... and send me that pic... you little weirdo ashe baby cake hunny pie dumplin bunny sunshine grape baby poo. lol... psst... hunny... psst... I love... (your line has been disconnected... if you want to continue your call, please dial again...)....beep...beep...beep...zzzzzzzzzzzzz.....zzzzzzzzzzz.....zzzzzzzzzzz.....zzzzzzzzz...zz. KABOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM..... aaahhhhahhaahaaaaaahhyeeeeeaaaaeeeee .... fizzle fizzle.... MY SAC GOT BURNT!!!!!!...AHHHHHIIIIIEEEEEE!!!! My computer exploded!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112794404830337417?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112794404830337417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112794404830337417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112794404830337417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112794404830337417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/flying-obscenities.html' title='Flying obscenities'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112792602090209200</id><published>2005-09-28T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:47:01.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Sun Gothic Festival :: New Haven, CT</title><content type='html'>Just added the Black Sun Gothic Fesival Photos from New Haven, CT.   I did have fashion show photos and dancer photos up but I will need to rework them before reposting... for now just the band photos will stand until I have the chance to fix them.   Oh please ignore the white blocks that msn did to some of the photos. They look much better than this.   Enjoy and feel free to comment...  First band.... Carfax Abbey Second Band.... Bella Morte Thrid Band....... Cessium 137  Final Act ........... Decoded Feedback &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112792602090209200?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112792602090209200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112792602090209200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112792602090209200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112792602090209200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/black-sun-gothic-festival-new-haven-ct.html' title='Black Sun Gothic Festival :: New Haven, CT'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112785691198187263</id><published>2005-09-27T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:35:12.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hour</title><content type='html'>Happy Hour at my house i had yesterday. From my birthday party i had so much alcohol left, that i have to give another party. Not a goodbye party, because i never say goodbye. After a afternoon on the beach (porto Marie), and of course i had to much sun and are nicely colored red, some people came over for a happy hour at my place. Nice conversations, and discussions.After the party, i found a young black cat on my porch. It was realy young, not more then a couple of weeks. Y dogs Amstel and Bright, were of course verry exited by this new living animal on there terrain. So i gave him or her some milk, and hope it will stay on the porch for the night. But this morning it was gone. I hope the dogs did not kill him. When i was nog leaving the island i was keeping it in my house. Well celavie..... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112785691198187263?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112785691198187263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112785691198187263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112785691198187263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112785691198187263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-hour.html' title='Happy Hour'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112783961569881212</id><published>2005-09-27T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:46:59.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My prince</title><content type='html'>  MSNMY PRINCE,PRINCE,CHI LAM MY PRINCE,,~FANS,PRINCE,FANS  PRINCE PRINCE   2PRINCE2MSNPRINCE2CHI LAMFANS1MIT TULIPPARISLYONLAVENDERCML   MIT ,LEVENDER,,  PRINCE2PRINCEPRINCE~  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112783961569881212?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112783961569881212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112783961569881212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112783961569881212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112783961569881212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-prince.html' title='My prince'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112777065754962532</id><published>2005-09-26T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:37:39.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Road Again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Brenna and I went to visit &amp;quot;Uncle Tim&amp;quot;...my ex husband, and best male friend in the world--he's my male soulmate--NOT lovemate...I was thinking on the way home--we've known each other for 14 years now!! I've not known anyone ever for that long, other than my parents and a couple friends of theirs from the military... Anyway...we had a nice time...went out to lunch at Rio Grande Cafe...yumm, yumm, yumm, dalicioso...lol Then to Ben and Jerry's--OMG...to die for...YUMMMM Then back to his house...talked for a while...upset stomah from such rich food, but worth it all...Then to the park for some playtime in the exhausting friggin heat and humidity...it felt like a freakin greenhouse...completely uncalled for, I say...lol Came back to the house, Brenna and Tim enjoyed popsicles...watched some tunes...and then we headed back home...Poor guy, he was putting on a strong front, but I know his knee was killing him--surgery a couple days ago...He wanted to walk to the park==C H E L L O==ya just had surgery, and I don't wanna pass out from heat exhaustion...so NO, we're driving, yes even as close as it is...so anyway...got some pics of Brenna on the slides, swing, and rocking horse--then it was time to go... I hated to say good-bye, so long, farewell, and all that good stuff, as it has been a WHOLE year since the last visit...it's sad to me that it has taken a knee surgery for us to get back in touch...he is just always so busy...and sometimes it feels like we've grown apart...I hate saying that, b/c it hurts...he is my best friend...I miss that connection we had before Tam and I moved to FL...bought a house, bought a care, had a baby--you know...the things that make people change and grow in different directions...but, I digress... Today was hot, hot, but not as hot as yesterday...Erin, Megan, Brenna, MomMom and I went to the mall at 0930--nuthin really open, so we detoured to Friendky's and got some grub...good burger...Brenna and her PopPops...lol at least they were friendly for the most part!! Then off to window shop...picked out some stuff, had it ready to check out, and then changed my mind...can't see buying it now when I'm almsot certain I can find some good deals alter in the year...and who knows how fast Brenna's gonna grow...or how slow... Got back home...chilled out for a bit...dropped off my car to be worked on...then went to Brenna's pedi for the lab requests--hgb and Iron...so hoepfully all will go well with that...if she's like me, it won't go great, but they will get blood... Then off to tan...Ate a late supper, and here we are....all ready to go to bed...wantin some candy...chocolate...somethin tasty...lol I'll post some pics.... Later.....M &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112777065754962532?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112777065754962532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112777065754962532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112777065754962532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112777065754962532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-road-again.html' title='On The Road Again'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112775324886920005</id><published>2005-09-26T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:47:31.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers should die</title><content type='html'>Stupid allergies. I'm like the everlasting Fountain of Youth, except the fountain is my nose and the water is snot.   I guess I'm going to have to be careful from now on with what I write here.   I am getting excited for school. I was looking at the campus map today and seeing where my classes where. I am seriously thinking about dropping my weights class. I'll see what it's like when I get there.  I am so happy Ryan, Kyle, and Johna are home. I really missed them. Sounds like they had an awesome time there. They even got to see where Anne Bolyen was beheaded! I would give anything to go there. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112775324886920005?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112775324886920005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112775324886920005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112775324886920005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112775324886920005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/flowers-should-die.html' title='Flowers should die'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112768414522317831</id><published>2005-09-25T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:35:45.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guestbook - Are you picking up what I'm putting down?</title><content type='html'>What kind of person would actually read my blog? Friends and family, for one (...or is that two?)...but odds are, they're reading it with me hovering over them...  &amp;quot;You like my 'blog', dad?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;What is this? This is foolishness.&amp;quot;  Anyways, whoever you are, let me know you've dropped by and leave any information you'd like -- your Spaces address, your website address, whatever you want.  If you are drawing a blank and can't think of anything to type for your entry use this template: Your MSN Space is as {adjective} as a/an {name an animal-or make up an animal}. By the way, you were never in {name an 80s movie}, you liar! Next time I see you, I'll take you down with my {name an animal, insect or dinosaur}-style kung fu. {plural noun} {color} {historical figure} {Your name, if you want}  Yes it may seem crazy, but I'm sure you have a little crazy in you. Use it or not, totally up to you. Or you can type what you want to say and add that at the end or whatever. This guestbook is here for you to leave your mark on my space, don't let me cramp your style. But the template is there if you need it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112768414522317831?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112768414522317831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112768414522317831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112768414522317831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112768414522317831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/guestbook-are-you-picking-up-what-im.html' title='Guestbook - Are you picking up what I&apos;m putting down?'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112766687611284218</id><published>2005-09-25T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:47:56.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing's getting good again</title><content type='html'>Thursday night I went to sleep on my boat so I could go fishing on Friday morning. The Elliot Bay bubble fishery is only opened on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I like to go on Friday because I think the fishing is better. By Sunday, I think all of the fish have scattered from too many people fishing. Anyways....I woke up around 3:30, after getting to bed around 11:00 and not sleeping well. The sky was overcast and according to weather reports wasn't supposed to rain. I got out fishing around 4:30. Again, not much was showing up on my monitor...oh well. My cousin Mark was supposed to meet me at the Seacrest Pier at 5 so I trolled over in that area. When I didn't get a call at 5 I headed to another area of the Bay and then it started to rain and get windy. YUCK. I put on my rain gear, but was still cold. I was trolling off of Todd's shipyard and decided to check my bait. I released my line from my downrigger and began to reel in...then WHAM...I was hooked on to a fish. Let the fun begin! It was an awesome fight, my line was spooling out....Iwasn't cold anymore! After a nice struggle I finally landed a nice King. A bit later, I caught another one and was limited for the day. I went back to my moorage spot, cleaned the boat, showered, shaved and was at work by 9! What a great way to start the day. A few pics of the fish are below!    &amp;gt;     Friday night we had a feast...we called up some friends and put together a fun little party. Diane and Steve and their two daughters came over and so did Dave and Lore with their daughter Windy. The kids were having a great time, while all of us drank some wine and cooked dinner. We sat out on the back patio and chatted for hours. I think everyone finally left around 11:00, tipsy, full and happy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112766687611284218?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112766687611284218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112766687611284218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112766687611284218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112766687611284218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/fishings-getting-good-again.html' title='Fishing&apos;s getting good again'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112759484932029299</id><published>2005-09-24T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:47:30.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A1 GP</title><content type='html'>everyones heard of this,right? the A1 GP. well,i read somewhere that theyre gonna be using cars based on the f3000 series ones,and that there are only 2 races this season.... man thats a good one. &amp;quot;its the nations cup for car racing!!&amp;quot; eat it!! scenario: race 1:india wins race 2 pakistan wins HOORAY!!! &amp;quot;and the champion this year is......oh wait....and the champions this year ARE india and pakistan!!!&amp;quot; and im sure our two great nations will work it out amicably,like we do everything else......  and just imagine how many second place teams there will be,and 3rd and fourth!!! bhagwan bhala kare karthikeyan bhaiyya ka....atleast there is more newspaper and tv coverage of F1!! its worth a read.i mean they way they quote him,it sounds like hes the best thing that ever happened to f1....   anyway....heres something fun to do on the road. ever get bugged by those flashers and honkers,weaving around behind you,telling you basically,&amp;quot;get out of the way,john,i gotta get home and take a leak!!!&amp;quot; well,dont just keep going slow cos he'll eventually find his way past. instead,find another slow moving car,or if youre lucky and the road is wide,find 2. slot in beside him and then enjoy the show. fun,as long as you dont become a victim of road-rage...  turning in(yeah right!!!) out...... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112759484932029299?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112759484932029299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112759484932029299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112759484932029299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112759484932029299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/a1-gp.html' title='A1 GP'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112750757144913608</id><published>2005-09-23T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:32:51.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainning hard!</title><content type='html'>What a day! It was clear in the morning but suddenly rainning now. The thunderbolt was so terrible and the heavy rain began. Although the wind was not so hard, the rain have made our campus flood. Everywhere was full ofwater and the lake under our building getting rise soon. Furtunately I get the raincoat otherwise I cannot go out for my lunch! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112750757144913608?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112750757144913608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112750757144913608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112750757144913608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112750757144913608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/rainning-hard.html' title='Rainning hard!'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112749036170942861</id><published>2005-09-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:46:04.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=_= Energy is low, more power plants are required.</title><content type='html'>*sigh* I am sure I could think of something to do.. something to.. pounce on and enjoy and such but right now all I -really- want to do is sleep. I tend to end up going to bed at 4-5 am and being forced up at 8 am. It's really wearing me down to the point that even just typing this is really draining.   I can't sleep I have to watchmy half brother and I get yelled at if mymother calls and I dont answer thephone. Tired as I am I am NOT a babysitter I dont even get paid for this. least I could ask for is some damn form of payment for my services in some way.   Ugg, okay I can't stand it anymore... I am going to make somecoffee try to wakeup. It's friday, I get to watch FireFly and...Stargate SG1 tonight I shouldn't and I wont sleep then. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112749036170942861?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112749036170942861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112749036170942861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112749036170942861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112749036170942861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/energy-is-low-more-power-plants-are.html' title='=_= Energy is low, more power plants are required.'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112742188264402640</id><published>2005-09-22T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:44:42.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'> ...555......EAP..........4 ...1 outline1 ...2 ...skill..................EAP (...???)  3......Analysis...... linear ...span ...... ...555............EAP  MathLogic.......A ....     .............. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112742188264402640?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112742188264402640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112742188264402640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112742188264402640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112742188264402640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112740395182918165</id><published>2005-09-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:45:51.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst Fear</title><content type='html'>   I know thatllamas look like cute lil fluffy creatures. However, I swear that they are evil incarnate. Here is why.....(try not to laugh too hard) Craig and I went toa zoo that had one of those largeareas where you can walk around and pet andfeed cute lil burros, llamas and the like.I justhad to buy the big ole bag o' kibble to feed to themini burros....I was minding my own business petting the lil burros and feeding them from the large bag o' kibble when.....a llama pushed the burros out of the way so she could get a snack. I gave the llama a handful of kibble and started to walk around the rest of the petting zoo. This devil llama followed me all around the park. I gave her a some more kibble and then another llama joined her. They kept getting closer and I walked faster. They started to snort and charge me....so I ran....so they ran. I turned around and threw the rest of the bag o' kibble on the ground in hopes they would stop their pursuit. But they didn't!!! I had to run thru the gate to safety......... Andwhatwas Craig doing this at this time????? Pointing and laughing. No help at all. Now, I am convinced that all llamas are evil and will attack at anytime.Sure, they look like sweet little fluffballs, but under that fluffy pile lurks the soul of a demon. So, watch out for the llamas. And never ever buy the large bag o' kibble.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112740395182918165?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112740395182918165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112740395182918165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112740395182918165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112740395182918165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-worst-fear.html' title='My Worst Fear'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112733490216810151</id><published>2005-09-21T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:35:02.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity Killed the Cat</title><content type='html'>Okay, so curiosity didn't really kill our cat...it just lured her into our bedroom at 4:00 a.m. to see what on earth was making those animal-being-sacraficed wailing noises. What she found was just the babies impatiently awaiting feeding time. The babies are on a fabulous schedule--every three hours. During the day, I anticipate these feedings and have the water boiled in which to heat the bottles, which is sort of hard to do during the night when I am sleeping. Nighttime feedings are usually events that follow raise-the-roof histrionics, ever more heightened when there are two children.   So, during one of these sessions when I was looking particularly harried, my husband turns to me and says, &amp;quot;This is what you wanted, right?&amp;quot; And the answer is a pure and simple yes. This is what we wanted. And after havingour son fed, diapered, and cuddled by nurses for the first two months of his life, his crying is music to our ears--even when it means Mommy and Daddy are getting no sleep whatsoever.   So, if you drive by my house and hear crying, screaming tantrums emanating from within, don't call 9-1-1. I just get a little testy when I am sleep deprived and sometimes act out.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112733490216810151?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112733490216810151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112733490216810151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112733490216810151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112733490216810151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/curiosity-killed-cat.html' title='Curiosity Killed the Cat'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112731701615634467</id><published>2005-09-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:36:56.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Try This Blogging Stuff Again...</title><content type='html'>Before you start rolling your eyes again, yes I am starting a blog once again. I tried out one on blogger and well stopped updating it, mainly I think because I forgot I had one and I really didnt go on blogger that much. I am on msn alot so I figured, since with the new messenger I can click and go straight to my spaces.  This blog will be my place to rant, talk about the goings on in the world and just about anything I feel like, if it offends anyone Im sorry. Don't take it personal, after all, everything up here will be my opinion and if it really offends you then go and get a blog of your own. Anyways welcome to Zany's Thoughts!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112731701615634467?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112731701615634467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112731701615634467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112731701615634467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112731701615634467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/going-to-try-this-blogging-stuff-again.html' title='Going to Try This Blogging Stuff Again...'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112724888141702953</id><published>2005-09-20T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:41:21.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potluck today</title><content type='html'>I wrote a whole bunch, explaining my teaching portfolio.. but I accidentally closed my window.. boo hoo.. and I'm tired.. so I guess I'll explain it next time.  We had our last meeting with our block today. Here'sthe pictures of us. Then there's the pic ofthe girls of course.. BTW, I'm the oldest one out of the five of us.. There's me, chingoo, mashi maro, Pucca, and Snoppy.. nicknames that I have for them.. heehee I've also included the kindergarten class that I did 8 wks of student teaching. We're not allowed to show their faces, but they r soo CUTE!!  There's also the pic of last yr's grad. There were a lot of ppl that came, Kev's family and a few of my friends. My dad and my brother and sister-in-law were all in Taiwan. We had a BBQ at my house afterwards where more relatives showed up. I was very happy that day! ^ ^ This yr's grad. i was really low key, I just had my family there, My parents, my brother and sister-in-law and my aunt and cousin. We just went to Thai rest. to eat afterwards. Having their presence there was very important for me. The most important support for me has always been my Kev. not only did he put me through school, he knew that during my stressful times at school, finals, or papers, or etc, he will do the dishes, and have dinner ready. Without him, I wouldn't be able to go through with it. He told me that he was very proud of me that day. ^ ^ BTW.. u will also seea pic of my dad holding the fake credential.. heehee.. he looks happy too!! haha TKS to the ppl that were there! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112724888141702953?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112724888141702953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112724888141702953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112724888141702953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112724888141702953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/potluck-today.html' title='Potluck today'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112723101160859857</id><published>2005-09-20T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:43:31.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VendreDi</title><content type='html'>the word of the day is...   Stare   gaze. See synonyms at gaze. 2. To be conspicuous. 3. To look directly and fixedly, often with a wide-eyed    example:  &amp;quot; I can't stop staring at you&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112723101160859857?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112723101160859857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112723101160859857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112723101160859857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112723101160859857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/vendredi.html' title='VendreDi'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112716227365910257</id><published>2005-09-19T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:37:53.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powetoys</title><content type='html'>WhatAre Powertoys Anyway??   Wondering How I Got A Music Video On My Space? The MSN Spaces Team Has Come Out With NewAdd-Ons For MSN Spaces Called Powertoys. What Powertoys Do Is They Are Like Mods For MSN Spaces Like For A Video Game. In A Video Game Mods Are Add-Ons To Enhance The Game Example: Extra Missions, Character Skins,Bug Fixes Ect. But With MSN Spaces What They Do Is Add ExtraThingsYou Can DoTo Your Space Like Adding Music And So On. So Lets Cut The Chit-Chat And Get Right To The Codes.   &amp;amp;powertoy=musicvideoAdds Music And Video To Your Space  &amp;amp;powertoy=sandbox Lets You Enter Text, Link To Images, And Use Other HTML Features.  &amp;amp;powertoy=tweakomatic Customizes The Look Of Your Space   How To Use Powertoys    First Be In Editing Mode  To Add Any Powertoy Just Add The Code To The End Of Your URL.  Example:  http://spaces.msn.com/members/tylertyler/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c11_BlogPart_blogpart=blogentry&amp;amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;_c02_owner=1  Now I Add The Special Powertoy Code To The End Of It  So Now It Should Look Like:  http://spaces.msn.com/members/tylertyler/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c11_BlogPart_blogpart=blogentry&amp;amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;_c02_owner=1&amp;amp;powertoy=musicvideo     Now Once You Add That To Your URL On Your Search Bar Hit &amp;quot;Go&amp;quot; Or &amp;quot;Search&amp;quot; Or What ever You Use To Do A Search.  When You Do This It Should Look Like The Page Just Refreshed. Now Go To Customize Then Click On Modules Than Click On The Powertoy You Have Just Put In.  Scroll Down The List To The Bottom And You Should See Something Like This:    Example: ---------------------------- Music Videos Add ----------------------------    Now Click On It And Click On Save At The Top  The Powertoys Are Easy Enough To Figure Out So Just Experiment With Them Until You Get Them.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112716227365910257?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112716227365910257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112716227365910257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112716227365910257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112716227365910257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/powetoys.html' title='Powetoys'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112714411705574502</id><published>2005-09-19T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:35:17.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy times</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny that just when you think that your life is too calm, you get lots of drama? Georgia won every class she entered at the horseshow and she'll be competing in jumping at the state fair. The rodeo was fun both nights. *wink* ifyou know what I mean. I'm just ready for the fair to get here, glad that my college class is finally over and ready to see everyone again at school, just not school its self. And if anyone knows the answer, why do guys not do anything till you are with another guy? Boys are funny like that, ask anyone who was at Mick-D's the other night.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112714411705574502?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112714411705574502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112714411705574502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112714411705574502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112714411705574502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/crazy-times.html' title='Crazy times'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112707596278577376</id><published>2005-09-18T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:39:22.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scientific miracles in Quran</title><content type='html'>     A) The Quran on Human Embryonic Development:   In the Holy Quran, God speaks about the stages of mans embryonic development:  We created man from an extract of clay. Then We made him as a drop in a place of settlement, firmly fixed. Then We made the drop into an alaqah (leech, suspended thing, and blood clot), then We made the alaqah into a mudghah (chewed substance)...1 (Quran, 23:12-14)  Literally, the Arabic word alaqah has three meanings: (1) leech, (2) suspended thing, and (3) blood clot.  In comparing a leech to an embryo in the alaqah stage, we find similarity between the two2 as we can see in figure 1. Also, the embryo at this stage obtains nourishment from the blood of the mother, similar to the leech, which feeds on the blood of others.3  Figure 1: Drawings illustrating the similarities in appearance between a leech and a human embryo at the alaqah stage. (Leech drawing from Human Development as Described in the Quran and Sunnah, Moore and others, p. 37, modified from Integrated Principles of Zoology, Hickman and others. Embryo drawing from The Developing Human, Moore and Persaud, 5th ed., p. 73.) The second meaning of the word alaqah is suspended thing. This is what we can see in figures 2 and 3, the suspension of the embryo, during the alaqah stage, in the womb of the mother.    Figure 2: We can see in this diagram the suspension of an embryo during the alaqah stage in the womb (uterus) of the mother. (The Developing Human, Moore and Persaud, 5th ed., p. 66.)   Figure 3: In this photomicrograph, we can see the suspension of an embryo (marked B) during the alaqah stage (about 15 days old) in the womb of the mother. The actual size of the embryo is about 0.6 mm. (The Developing Human, Moore, 3rd ed., p. 66, from Histology, Leeson and Leeson.) The third meaning of the word alaqah is blood clot. We find that the external appearance of the embryo and its sacs during the alaqah stage is similar to that of a blood clot. This is due to the presence of relatively large amounts of blood present in the embryo during this stage4 (see figure 4). Also during this stage, the blood in the embryo does not circulate until the end of the third week.5 Thus, the embryo at this stage is like a clot of blood.  The third meaning of the word alaqah is blood clot. We find that the external appearance of the embryo and its sacs during the alaqah stage is similar to that of a blood clot. This is due to the presence of relatively large amounts of blood present in the embryo during this stage4 (see figure 4). Also during this stage, the blood in the embryo does not circulate until the end of the third week.5 Thus, the embryo at this stage is like a clot of blood.   Figure 4: Diagram of the primitive cardiovascular system in an embryo during the alaqah stage. The external appearance of the embryo and its sacs is similar to that of a blood clot, due to the presence of relatively large amounts of blood present in the embryo. (The Developing Human, Moore, 5th ed., p. 65.)  So the three meanings of the word alaqah correspond accurately to the descriptions of the embryo at the alaqah stage.  The next stage mentioned in the verse is the mudghah stage. The Arabic word mudghah means chewed substance. If one were to take a piece of gum and chew it in his or her mouth and then compare it with an embryo at the mudghah stage, we would conclude that the embryo at the mudghah stage acquires the appearance of a chewed substance. This is because of the somites at the back of the embryo that somewhat resemble teethmarks in a chewed substance.6 (see figures 5 and 6).    Figure 5: Photograph of an embryo at the mudghah stage (28 days old). The embryo at this stage acquires the appearance of a chewed substance, because the somites at the back of the embryo somewhat resemble teeth marks in a chewed substance. The actual size of the embryo is 4 mm. (The Developing Human, Moore and Persaud, 5th ed., p. 82, from Professor Hideo Nishimura, Kyoto University, Kyoto, Japan.)  Figure 6: When comparing the appearance of an embryo at the mudghah stage with a piece of gum that has been chewed, we find similarity between the two.A) Drawing of an embryo at the mudghah stage. We can see here the somites at the back of the embryo that look like teeth marks. (The Developing Human, Moore and Persaud, 5th ed., p. 79.)B) Photograph of a piece of gum that has been chewed. How could Muhammad have possibly known all this 1400 years ago, when scientists have only recently discovered this using advanced equipment and powerful microscopes which did not exist at that time? Hamm and Leeuwenhoek were the first scientists to observe human sperm cells (spermatozoa) using an improved microscope in 1677 (more than 1000 years after Muhammad. They mistakenly thought that the sperm cell contained a miniature preformed human being that grew when it was deposited in the female genital tract.7  Professor Emeritus Keith L. Moore8 is one of the worlds most prominent scientists in the fields of anatomy and embryology and is the author of the book entitled The Developing Human, which has been translated into eight languages. This book is a scientific reference work and was chosen by a special committee in the United States as the best book authored by one person. Dr. Keith Moore is Professor Emeritus of Anatomy and Cell Biology at the University of Toronto, Toronto, Canada. There, he was Associate Dean of Basic Sciences at the Faculty of Medicine and for 8 years was the Chairman of the Department of Anatomy. In 1984, he received the most distinguished award presented in the field of anatomy in Canada, the J.C.B. Grant Award from the Canadian Association of Anatomists. He has directed many international associations, such as the Canadian and American Association of Anatomists and the Council of the Union of Biological Sciences.  In 1981, during the Seventh Medical Conference in Dammam, Saudi Arabia, Professor Moore said: It has been a great pleasure for me to help clarify statements in the Quran about human development. It is clear to me that these statements must have come to Muhammad from God, because almost all of this knowledge was not discovered until many centuries later. This proves to me that Muhammad must have been a messenger of God.9  Consequently, Professor Moore was asked the following question: Does this mean that you believe that the Quran is the word of God? He replied: I find no difficulty in accepting this.10  During one conference, Professor Moore stated: ....Because the staging of human embryos is complex, owing to the continuous process of change during development, it is proposed that a new system of classification could be developed using the terms mentioned in the Quran and Sunnah (what Muhammad said, did, or approved of). The proposed system is simple, comprehensive, and conforms with present embryological knowledge. The intensive studies of the Quran and hadeeth (reliably transmitted reports by the Prophet Muhammadscompanions of what he said, did, or approved of) in the last four years have revealed a system for classifying human embryos that is amazing since it was recorded in the seventh century A.D. Although Aristotle, the founder of the science of embryology, realized that chick embryos developed in stages from his studies of hens eggs in the fourth century B.C., he did not give any details about these stages. As far as it is known from the history of embryology, little was known about the staging and classification of human embryos until the twentieth century. For this reason, the descriptions of the human embryo in the Quran cannot be based on scientific knowledge in the seventh century. The only reasonable conclusion is: these descriptions were revealed to Muhammad from God. He could not have known such details because he was an illiterate man with absolutely no scientific training.11  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112707596278577376?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112707596278577376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112707596278577376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112707596278577376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112707596278577376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/scientific-miracles-in-quran.html' title='scientific miracles in Quran'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112698962344687091</id><published>2005-09-17T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:40:23.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easily Amused...</title><content type='html'>I am very easily amused.. I keep listening to 'Hollaback girl (bananas)' and I dont even like the song.. its not a song to me... Its a flippin cheer... Lol  I dont really have anything to say, just wanted to be a loser and comment how easily amused I am :-D  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112698962344687091?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112698962344687091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112698962344687091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112698962344687091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112698962344687091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/easily-amused.html' title='Easily Amused...'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112697136605867529</id><published>2005-09-17T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:36:08.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last weekend</title><content type='html'>Well on my last weekend I had lots of fun with everybody. Saturday I went to the water park in Derby with Monica and Sharinda and of course the babies. They really liked it. We saw Daniel up there and we hung out with him for a bit. We all got on the floating river for a little bit and got dark. After that we went on the red slide. Which, let me tell ya, it scares that shit out of me everytime. Before it was Sharindas turn I told her to keep her hands behind her head. Lol. What do you think happened? You had to be there but it was really funny. After we were done hanging out there and turning hella dark we headed home to clean up.   NIGHT LIFE  Everybody (Monica, Sharinda, MonicaU.-my bro's girl, and Daniel)met up at Sharindas to go out. We decided to go to Flashbacks. We got there and my bro showed up w/two of his friends (Paul and David). We all started to drink up a little and dance. It was hella fun! I was just dancing and laughing and drinking. My bro even gave me money for some drinks. Sharinda looked like she was enjoying herself some drinks too. My brother girlfriend got pretty trashed and Monica well she looked like she was enjoying herself. Probably thinking to herself &amp;quot;what did I get myself into?&amp;quot; After the club we went home. I picked up the car to go to the track and meet up w/the guys of the group. Monica and I got there and said hi to them and they left so we stayed there. A guy that I had met up there not too long ago was there and we hung out with him and his friends. They had a wet t-shirt contest and I guess some guys peed in a container and poured it on one of the girls. That was pretty gross! Two fights broke out between some people and then the cops showed up so we split. We all went to I-Hop and just hung out til the sun came up. I had lots of fun.   Sunday  Sharinda got the whole group together to go to Johnnys and eat. Well, at first she told me it would just be me, her, and the baby. When we were going to the atm to get some cash I saw the Baxters ride right passed us. I looked at Sharinda and her face just said it all. I just laughed. I'm a pretty smart person you know. We finally found the restaurant and I said hi to everyone and sat down. We just laughed and ate. It was time to cut the cake that they got me. I don't have good cutting skills so Sharinda had to finish cutting it for me. I read the card that they got me that made me feel loved and got lots of cake put on my face, hair and clothes. I got a couple of them too. I got Ricky in the face once we walked out of the restaurant and he proceeded to get me with the lasagna that fell on the floor. That whole time was just so funny! I love them all and I'll miss them..... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112697136605867529?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112697136605867529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112697136605867529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112697136605867529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112697136605867529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-last-weekend.html' title='My last weekend'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112690349502630651</id><published>2005-09-16T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:44:55.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Karen Needs A Lobotomy Fund</title><content type='html'>When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. And when the broken hearted peopleLiving in the world agree,There will be an answer, let it be.For though they may be parted there isStill a chance that they will seeThere will be an answer, let it be.Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.There will be an answer, let it be.Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.  Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah let it be.Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.  And when the night is cloudy,There is still a light that shines on me,Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.I wake up to the sound of musicMother Mary comes to meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it be.Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah let it be.There will be an answer, let it be.Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah let it be.There will be an answer, let it be.Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah let it be.Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.  ~Paul McCartney~  Send funds ASAP to:  Lobotomy Fund (in care of) The White Rabbit@ Feed-Your-Head.com (fictiticious dotcom for those among us who take everything literally)  Those unable to contribute tothis worthycause, please leave your words of wisdom here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112690349502630651?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112690349502630651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112690349502630651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112690349502630651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112690349502630651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/karen-needs-lobotomy-fund.html' title='The Karen Needs A Lobotomy Fund'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112688471338703021</id><published>2005-09-16T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:31:55.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Competitors Notice</title><content type='html'>Due to unforseen events, NASCI's pwoer classes have changed, they are as followed: SPL STREET 0-400 401-800 801-1200 1201-1600 1601-up  SPL MODIFIED 0-400 401-800 801-1200 1201-1600 1601-up  SPL EXTREME 0-400 401-800 801-1200 1201-1600 1601-up  SPL EXTREME MODIFIED 0-600 601-1200 1201-1800 1801-2400 2401-up  SPL STREET BOX WARSOPENSPL EXTREME BOX WARSOPEN &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112688471338703021?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112688471338703021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112688471338703021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112688471338703021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112688471338703021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/competitors-notice.html' title='Competitors Notice'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112681678172711381</id><published>2005-09-15T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:39:43.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD!</title><content type='html'>Heyy every body!! Well I am sooooo sooooo Mad!! F-in Nick Stoner needs to shut his big mouth and stop callin me and other ppl f-in whores n bitches n hoes n sluts n shit cuz it is reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaallllllllyyyyyyy pissing me off so yea!! I am sooo gonna jump him lol... He needs to learn when to shut the hell up!!... Anyways yea Becca was gonna go back out with him for just a day then dump him the next cuz thats what he kept doin her her lol so yeaz! Haha He got PUNK'D lmao... Well I gotsta go bye bye for now Talk to you all later Love You All(Except Stoner!) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112681678172711381?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112681678172711381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112681678172711381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112681678172711381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112681678172711381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/mad.html' title='MAD!'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112681418708025323</id><published>2005-09-15T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:56:27.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New IE 7 Icon and Logo</title><content type='html'> New IE 7 Icon and Logo   quote from  http://blogs.msdn.com/ie/archive/2005/08/12/451099.aspx   Hopefully, by now youve seen from our posts that there are a lot of new features and work going into IE 7. As part of this update, were refreshing our icon and logotype. We considered more radical departures from our current logo, but blue e with the ring is very recognizable and familiar to users, so we elected instead to make more subtle changes. As you can see, the new e has more modern look, and the edges are a bit darker so the icon stands out better against different backgrounds. We liked the gold ring too since it brings in new energy and helps the icon pop a bit more than the old one. This icon and text treatment will be used on the versions of IE 7 for Windows XPSP2, Server 2003 SP1, and x64 versions. Well have a slightly different look for the Windows Vista version, one thats more consistent with the icons there. Were not quite ready with that one yet, but well share it here once we do. Were happy with how this turned out; I hope you like the new look too. Thanks, Tony Chor New IE 7 Icon and Logo &lt;a href=http://www.balkan-peninsula.com/xcel/FIBERGLASS.MEASURING.TAPE.k.c29524.html&gt;fiberglass measuring tape&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112681418708025323?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112681418708025323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112681418708025323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112681418708025323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112681418708025323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-ie-7-icon-and-logo.html' title='New IE 7 Icon and Logo'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112679875386672919</id><published>2005-09-15T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:39:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aint addicted to that smell any more</title><content type='html'>I think im like addicted to some kinda drug, when i dont have it im dying to get it and when i get it im in control and everything feels good...and if i saw the drug dealer, id be hesitant to buy some and afterall id be like damn should have bought more....geez i should start to get some reading done..(im only saying this haha...me got nothing to do with drugs or any drug dealer ) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868339-112679875386672919?l=alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112679875386672919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868339&amp;postID=112679875386672919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112679875386672919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868339/posts/default/112679875386672919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisdillinghamcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/aint-addicted-to-that-smell-any-more.html' title='aint addicted to that smell any more'/><author><name>Alexis Dillingham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833517020647898184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868339.post-112673078811145458</id><published>2005-09-14T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:46:28.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People....</title><content type='html'>Back home once again... it feels awesome to be able to be at my house and in my own bed again! LOL! So once again, I went with the mighty Jen up to Okoboji to go see her man. It was fun for the most part except for when I felt like the third wheel. Oh well, we still made a good time out of it. So yeah, last night we went to a bar called Whiskey Dicks. It was so much fun, and I didn't even get asked to check my ID, it was great. So anyways, it turned out to be an awesome night. There was a group of us that went there and hung out. Another crazy thing was the night before we were out boating on the lake and we stopped at a bar to find Abby's brother and meet him, and guess who was there? Justin and his friends. But he didn't say hi b/che went to the restroom and when he got back we were already back out on the boat. It was a bummer. Oh well we hungout for a bit earlier that day. I really missed him this summer! Seriously after everything happened with Derek and us breaking up, it was such a relief to have him here for me. He could make me soooo happy when everything else would bring me down. However, things seem different now, and I don't know if it's because I don't want to be with him, or if it's because I wanted to date him sooo bad this summer that now I just don't b/c we missed out on a lot of stuff we could have done together. So yeah, then we tried to talk him into staying until Sunday up in Boji so we could actually hang out, but he had to go home. I just kinda feel like he is doing the run around on me, but deep down I know he's not. I could go on forever about that situation, but i won't. I also found out thatI would love to jack Jen's ex is his mouth b/c he is an ass. I feel bad b/c he is doing to her exactly what Derek did to me, and it hurts to deal with all that. I sympathize with Jen b/c we both thought we were going to be with those two forever, and then they lead us on even after we broke up. Derek is a good guy, but he just was never about our relationship, I tried and changed and everything, and it didn't do me any good. So yeah, he did it to her, and I don't like that stuff. Well anyways, Ryan is calling, I gotta get going! 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