<?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-3639980</id><updated>2011-07-20T19:40:40.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crispy's Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome....come on in.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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>365</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639980.post-189853444920090387</id><published>2007-03-25T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:52:57.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOBS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, Boobs!  This isn't going to be one those subjects that only draw you in just because it has a header that makes you curious about what it really is all about.  Yes.....this is about Boobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about boobs you ask?  Well, it's finally here....Spring.  A joyous event where we begin to wander outside and see the flowers beginning to sprout and the birds sing their songs.  And with Spring it brings warm weather.  And you know what comes with warm weather.....lack of clothes on women.  And lack of clothes on women bring what?  Boobs!! Now boobs are still there during fall and winter but they are covered up and hidden for no one to see.  But when you add that wonderful combination of Spring and warm weather and lack of clothes on women, the end result is boobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, boobs.  Call them what you will.  Boobs! Boobies! Breasts! Bosoms! Tits! Chest! Knockers! Hooters! Bazongas! Melons!  The list goes on and on.  And for those ladies who are reading this and getting made at me and probably saying that I am a dog or a pig or any other bad thought that you may be thinking about me.......you have every right to.  I am a guy!  I am a guy who loves boobs and I will freely admit to it!  And I know you women do too!  It doesn't matter if you are straight or gay.....you love your boobs too!  It's one of many things that make you women!  It's a part of your identity.  You may complain that we only look at your boobs but deep down inside you thank God that you have them.  God made them the perfect bulls eye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Females, ladies, women.....lend me your breasts.....eh....ears!  We salute you for your breasts.  Appreciate them.  Love them.  Worship them.  They are such beautiful things to adore!  No matter what sex you are, no matter what color, nationality, religion, or sexual orientation.....lets all be happy for breasts!  Stand up and show them off, take pride in what you have.  Display them openly!  Send the word that you love boobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-189853444920090387?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/189853444920090387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=189853444920090387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/189853444920090387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/189853444920090387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2007/03/boobs.html' title='BOOBS!!!!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-3586673137588267803</id><published>2007-01-30T09:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:47:24.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington Auto Show</title><content type='html'>I went up to the Washington Auto Show on Friday.  I was worried that I wouldn't get a chance to this year because I have a new boss, Mark, after my old boss, David, was fired just after the new year.  Last year was my first time and I really enjoyed it.  This year, I was hoping to go again, but I didn't know what to expect.  Luckily, Mark decided that we would go. &lt;br /&gt;It's massive....2 stories of the Washington Cenvention center in DC devoted to all the new cars of 2007, a few concept cars of the future, and a few older classic cars. I was like a kid in candy store....runnning around taking pictures and taking pictures of the hot cars.  I had two disappointments though....first, I didn't see any car show models!  Secondly, towards the end, when I was in the Ford section....the batteries on my camera died!  I wasn't able to get pictures of the Mustang Shelby GT500!&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a great time.  We spent probably 4 hours there, but if I had it my way, I could spend days there.  So many cars that I would love to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-3586673137588267803?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3586673137588267803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=3586673137588267803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/3586673137588267803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/3586673137588267803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2007/01/washington-auto-show.html' title='Washington Auto Show'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-4718641934475121782</id><published>2007-01-03T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:40:08.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Face Lift</title><content type='html'>This is a much needed face lift for my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-4718641934475121782?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4718641934475121782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=4718641934475121782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/4718641934475121782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/4718641934475121782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2007/01/face-lift.html' title='A Face Lift'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-115989585969359957</id><published>2006-10-03T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:17:39.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a discussion over lunch with a friend about naming your vehicle.  Yes, that's right, people giving names to their car.  Now, I haven't name my vehicle, thinking that's is ludacris....but my friend says that she has and it brought her luck by not having any problems with her vehicle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I want to find out from everyone else is 3 things.&lt;br /&gt;1.)  Have you named your vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;2.)  Has naming your vehicle been a blessing?&lt;br /&gt;3.)  What suggestions do you have for a name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-115989585969359957?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/115989585969359957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=115989585969359957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/115989585969359957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/115989585969359957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-had-discussion-over-lunch-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-115817811095330419</id><published>2006-09-13T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T16:08:30.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you do when you see an ex?  Me......I basically ignore her.  While at the gym last night, I just happen to notice her walking around.  The closest I got to her was when I was on the bike while she was at the very end (about 8 bikes apart) and she passed me on her way to leave.  I didn't want to speak to her or acknowledge that I knew here. &lt;br /&gt;Actually technically we didn't even break up.  Neither of us called each other to actually break up......we just stopped talking after 4 months of dating.  I was going to break up with her anyway, but I would have done it face to face.  However, the last call she told me that she would call me over the weekend and come weekend she didn't.  Finally, I found out from a cousin that she was actually seeing somebody else.  So point taken.....why bother! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could have been the better person.....but I've gotten tired of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-115817811095330419?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/115817811095330419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=115817811095330419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/115817811095330419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/115817811095330419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-do-you-do-when-you-see-ex-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-114909690965618613</id><published>2006-05-31T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:35:09.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A strange realization......I like tattoo's, love to admire and look at them, and watch those who have them.  However, I can't stand to have one on me!  What does that mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-114909690965618613?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/114909690965618613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=114909690965618613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/114909690965618613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/114909690965618613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2006/05/strange-realization.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-114839658426603788</id><published>2006-05-23T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T11:03:04.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love B-movies....those aweful, made for tv, disaster movies.  The most recent one...10.5 Apocolypse....is just oozing with bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example.....who in their right mind would fly a helicopter in front of a dam that was about to be overflowing with raging water during an earthquake?&lt;br /&gt;Idiots!  As the damn breaks, a huge chunk of the dam comes crashing on the helicopter, sending one of the main characters to his death!  I guess the last thing on his mind was "OH DAMN!  DAM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe....that's why I love B-movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-114839658426603788?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/114839658426603788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=114839658426603788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/114839658426603788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/114839658426603788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-b-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-114323411676801578</id><published>2006-03-24T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:01:56.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Shhhhh!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Quiet!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You smell that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-114323411676801578?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/114323411676801578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=114323411676801578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/114323411676801578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/114323411676801578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2006/03/shhhhh-quiet-you-smell-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-114222217238833562</id><published>2006-03-12T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:56:12.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With all due respects to my friends, I'm afraid I don't get British humor!  Don't get me wrong, there were a few movies that I liked like "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" and I thought John Cleese was funny in "A Fish Called Wanda" and "Fierce Creatures".  However, the humor just went over my head watching "Monty Python" with my friends on Saturday night.  I guess I have a hard time with the British accent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-114222217238833562?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/114222217238833562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=114222217238833562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/114222217238833562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/114222217238833562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2006/03/with-all-due-respects-to-my-friends-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-114187809394658903</id><published>2006-03-08T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:21:33.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been reading a book called, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Best Alternate History Stories of the 20th Century&lt;/span&gt;", a collection of short stories that deal with several arthurs that write about alternate history.  I just finished one story that centers around one man in the 1930's, but he lives in a time in which the Confederacy won the Civil War by winning the Battle of Gettysburg.  By winning the battle and the war, the Union (United States) becomes a third world country by the 1930's, the Confederacy becomes a world power by conquering most of the Western Hemisphere, and there technology and society are not the same as our timeline.  It's a compelling story that center's around this one man, how life is for him while living in the United States, and how he becomes intertwined with history and finds away to go back in time to the Battle of Gettysburg.  The question is, is he willing to change his own history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason it's so compelling to me is because I find the idea of certain moments in time that can effect the outcome of not only your life, but the entire civilization as we know.  My 10 year reunion is coming up soon (class of 96) and I've been running into a few classmates, having some organize the reunion, and using the internet to contact everyone.  One classmate has designed his own reunion website, while a few have been using websites like myspace.com to get in touch with a few others.  Now it seems like everyone I know is coming out of the woodwork for this, those that I've not had any contact since graduating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now of one possible moment 10 years ago that could have been a possible crossroads in the way I lived my life.  I decided to go to George Mason Universty after graduating high school, because I felt I had to get away from those from my high school.  I knew no one from there was going to GMU so I felt that was an opportunity.  However, I was accepted to James Madison and William &amp; Mary too.  If I had decided to go to either one, I think things could have changed whether better or worse.  I was the quiet and shy one in high school, never thought that no one knew who I was.  I figured if I went to JMU or W&amp;M, I might have ran into a few of them.  With W&amp;M, I'm sure it would have been a toss up for me there.  It's one of the best schools in the country and I'm sure if I went there, I think my career would have been different.  However, I hear it had a big suicide rate there too......makes you wonder though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.....I am what I am!  There are so many possibilites in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-114187809394658903?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/114187809394658903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=114187809394658903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/114187809394658903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/114187809394658903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-been-reading-book-called-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-113071375848198288</id><published>2005-10-30T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:09:18.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started Friday at work.....well actually Thursday night when I shaved my head.  That's right....you would never believe me if you knew me but I shaved my head.  This Halloween I decided to be Charlie Brown.  On Friday, we had halloween costume contest at work.  I decided to go as Charlie Brown because one of co-worker's girlfriend kept calling me Charlie Brown because that's who I remind her of!  So, what the hell.....I went and became Charlie Brown!  I won for best original costume at work and won a gift card to Target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was going to go to two parties, one for a family friend for this birthday and then to my friend Rachel's costume party.  I went over to my aunt's to wait for my cousin Dee to show up so we could go to the first party.  Around the time I was expecting her, she calls crying because her dog Cookie, a Daschund, was just hit by a car.  So I go over there to see if I could help.  She calls the vet and I decide to follow her.  We get the vet, they check out Cookie, and find out he just broke his hip and leg.  Anyways I miss the birthday party so I decide to go to my friends party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it started out slowly as people started coming in.  Here's where the fun begins though.  I start taking a couple of shots, talking to people, that sort of thing.  We are all in the kitchen, talking and having fun while I'm just taking shot after shot.  One of my co-workers, James, comes in and tells me he has on the way a young lady coming just for me.  I have to say that I'm not believing anything he says, because he is like that.  Anyway, at this point, someone is placing bets on me to go streaking around the house and I keep saying that I'm not going to do it.  This goes on for a while but I can't find out who is making the bets.  Soon after, Jame's friend Crystal comes in and she is gorgeous!  Long blonde hair, cute laugh, and she is dressed in nothing but a straw hula shirt and a bikini top.  I remember James telling her to sit down beside me and she does and start flirting with me.  At this point, with all the shots, I am at a point where I can understand everybody but I feel like I can barely walk.  I feel like I'm a puppet, like someone has me with strings controlling my body.&lt;br /&gt;At some point, Crystal is told about the bet that some are having for me to streak.  She starts whispering in my ear to do it, that she would help me take my clothes off, and she would flash me if I did it!  Ok!  That's it.  I finally say YES!!!!  Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;Crystal helps me out to the front porch where it's cold!!!!!  My biggest worry, which I don't think the alcohol really made me think about it at the moment, was shrinkage!!  I notice everybody standing at the door and me yelling to them to close it!  It comes time and I remember Crystal helping me with my clothes off and when that was done, she flashes me!  OH!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I went streaking around the house!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't notice was that there was a few people who had cameras!  I was told that another of Jame's friend, Nancy, hid in the car in front of the house and when I finally got around to the front porch, she took pictures!  OH MY GOD!!!!!  What the hell did I do!  When I got to the finish, Crystal gave me my clothes back and went in side.  It's  a little hazy there but I think we went into the kitchen for a bit, then went downstairs where everyone was singing kareoke.  I do remember having Crystal sit on my lap for a while (don't really know) but the last thing I remember was her having to leave with James! &lt;br /&gt;I was told that is was at the point most people left and I was left sleeping on the couch downstairs.  I woke up this morning with my first hangover.  Yes....I said it.....my first hangover!  My whole body hurt, sick to the stomach, tired......why does anyone want that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a couple of firsts this weekend.  Shaving my head, getting shit faced drunk, streaking, and getting a hangover!  Was it worth it.....HELL YEAH!  Only if I can get a date with Crystal now though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-113071375848198288?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/113071375848198288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=113071375848198288&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/113071375848198288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/113071375848198288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-weekend-it-started-friday-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639980.post-112986229543994137</id><published>2005-10-20T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:38:15.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Quote of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So if all's fair in love and war, then I must be Switzerland!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a little bummed tonight.  Not only am I battling some sort of cold, not only do I have annoying ingrown toe nail that hurts like hell, but my softball team lost in the playoffs.  This was the first time we were in the playoffs with the company league.  It was also my chance this year to coach the season.  Our final season record was 8-2 and 2nd in our division, which is the best in company softball season.  We were just so close there!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-112986229543994137?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/112986229543994137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=112986229543994137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112986229543994137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112986229543994137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-quote-of-day-so-if-alls-fair-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-112943115698784532</id><published>2005-10-15T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:52:36.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I truly hate hitting and/or running over animals.  It tends to give that sick feeling in your stomach. Everyone I know has done it.....whether it be a squirrel, cat, dog, etc..etc.  I swear, sometimes it feels like those darn squirrels are playing some sort of game "I dare you" with their woody friends at times by just darting out in the road and back over.  It sometimes become a game of "Can you name that road kill" sometimes.  I've seen fox, deer, possum....you name it.  However, in all this, when you hit an animal, you still get that sickening feeling in your stomach.  Tonight was the first time I hit a deer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's often ritual when I leave my friend Rachel's house that she would say "Don't hit any deer!"  I say alright and leave, believing that I won't.  Of course I didn't get that reminder when I was heading from my house to the store.  It was just getting dark when I was driving and it  just jumped out all of sudden and I hear that loud thud that tells you it's not going to be alright.  I stop my truck at the next road while another truck heads in the opposite direction.  When I stop, I around to the other side to see if it caused any damage, which it didn't.  In all this time, I see the vehicle that came from the opposite direction stop where I hit the deer.  I notice it's stopped for the time that I was inspecting my truck, and I was wondering what the driver was doing since it was too dark to see.  So, as I decide to get back in my truck, I turn around to see what happen with the deer and if the driver of the vehicle was doing anything.  However, as I do finally get back behind, the driver starts driving off and I as I pass the spot, I notice there is a small puddle of blood from the deer but no deer.  It looks like it either had enough strength to go back into the brush or the driver did something with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR GOD!!!!  WHY DID I HAVE TO HIT BAMBI!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is.....I'm thinking about the deer meat I ate the other day!  That was some good meat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-112943115698784532?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/112943115698784532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=112943115698784532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112943115698784532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112943115698784532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-truly-hate-hitting-andor-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-112899858314304055</id><published>2005-10-10T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:43:03.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think people worry that the world will come to an end when I'm not smiling when I come to work.  Seriously.....my co-worker said she was worried about me today because I didn't talk much and was pretty quite when I was around her and that I didn't smile.  I think this company takes me for granted because of my smile.  I'm I suppose to be the happy one all the time?  Today, just because I didn't feel like smiling or grinning (which I'm told is a shit faced grin or that I'm "up to something" grin), does that mean something is wrong with me and the world because I'm not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthquakes, Floods, Plagues and me frowning are all signs that the world is about to end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-112899858314304055?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/112899858314304055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=112899858314304055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112899858314304055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112899858314304055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-people-worry-that-world-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-112891414165046109</id><published>2005-10-09T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:15:41.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched "Breaking Bonaduce" on VH1 tonight.  That is a scary ass show.  If none of you watch it.....you better.  It shows a dark scary side of a person.  Danny Bonaduce.....drug addict, alcholic, sex addict, depressed, roid raging, scary mother fucker!!!!  He tells the viewer when he is with the therpist that he is the train wreck that happens and we have every right to watch.   He's right....I can't look away.  It makes me scared for his wife and makes wish that she does leave him.  For all those who think that their marriage is in shambles, should watch this show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-112891414165046109?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/112891414165046109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=112891414165046109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112891414165046109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112891414165046109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-watched-breaking-bonaduce-on-vh1.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-112865444358436787</id><published>2005-10-06T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:07:23.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Math! Math is the lesbian sister of Biology!"&lt;br /&gt;Peter Griffith from Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know....I've seriously been slacking in writing.  Not much really exciting but just plain busy.  Let's see......I took over the coaching position of the Fall softball league for my company team.  It's only because I volunteered to help with coaching and then the normal coach just up and left me hanging.  And then almost everybody that normally plays for the team in the company just decided to quit or play with somebody.  That was in August.  But now I'm laughing.....DICKHEADS!!!!  I got a lot of people to play us from other teams who are great.  We are now in 2nd place with a record of 6-2 and we have two more games to play and we should be in the playoffs.  Not bad for the first time being coach!  Or as I'm called on the team....fearless leader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in my family is fine.  My grandmother who diaganosed with cancer is doing fine.  Except for feeling weak and bald, she is her usual self.  My cousins husband is doing fine even though he is suffering a weak heart and needs a heart transplant all the while while he is finishing his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is coming soon.  I got to think of an idea.  I was thinking of shaving my head and going as Charlie Brown!  However, I'm not too keen on the idea of shaving my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined two new sites called Bebo and Tribe.net.  Pretty cool sites where I can meet and talk to friends.  On Bebo, they just announced that I could find people from college.  I looked and found an old classmate that use to call himself Turtle.  Wild guy too.....was wondering if he was still around.  Tribe.net was a site that my friend Rachel got me hooked on.  I've never been into chat rooms and groups much, so this is still new to me.  On my homepage.....the first question that is show is why I'm here......I said for the busty redheads!  I've been told I need to go dancing to find them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-112865444358436787?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/112865444358436787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=112865444358436787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112865444358436787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112865444358436787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/10/math-math-is-lesbian-sister-of-biology.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639980.post-112295279579648047</id><published>2005-08-01T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:19:55.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found myself watching “Hogan Knows Best”, the reality show on VH1 based on the day in the life of Terry “Hulk” Hogan and his family.  I was actually surprised how tone downed he is now, since getting out of wrestling, but to see his other family members is quite intriguing.  I was actually expecting to see “The Osbornes” but the Hogans are complete opposites! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we should know, Hulk Hogan is the best-known wrestler there is.  I was watching the episode last night in which he was being inducted into the Wrestling Hall of Fame.  I was amazed at seeing some the of wrestlers that were there, which some included the Iron Sheik, Rowdy Rider Piper, and St. Slaughter.  Hogan tells the camera that he looked at all the older wrestlers there and said that he looked better than all of them, which I totally agreed with that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was just thinking to myself that I compare Hulk Hogan to Babe Ruth of wrestling.  Why you ask?  Well before Hogan, wrestling was an art form…..more wrestling than entertainment (in a matter of speaking).  There were tons of different wrestling forums but no common face to them.  Now, wrestling is more art as in entertainment than wrestling, consisting of more acting and drama than the sport itself.  And the middle of this was Hulk Hogan.  He brought this art to it’s pinnacle when he came in and brought his flare and face.  When you watched him, you knew in the back of your mind it was fake, but you couldn’t help being put on the edge of your seat watching him.  As a kid, I enjoyed watching WWF and Hogan, but these days, since he has been gone, there is nothing it does for me.  He was the biggest star of it all, the Babe Ruth, and I think wrestling owes him so much for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-112295279579648047?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/112295279579648047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=112295279579648047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112295279579648047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112295279579648047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-found-myself-watching-hogan-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639980.post-112260562324514243</id><published>2005-07-28T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:53:43.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that part of your life when you notice everyone around you is getting married, having children or just moving on to better parts of life.  It’s usually in intervals after graduating from school, high school or college.  I happen to be at that part of life.  Here’s why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick B, the funny man of the group, is moving to California!&lt;br /&gt;Kristina J, the sexy bitch, is moving to London to be with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Chau N, the quiet Asian, moved to Florida with her fiancee.&lt;br /&gt;Pat B, now in Colorado with her two year old.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan S, Mr. Big of the dorm, just got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;Brandy (Jenkins) B, high school crush, is married and just had her second child.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica F, fellow animal lover, just got married and just found out had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Ginger F, ex and friend, just got married.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer F, animal lover, is married with a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Lori H, just found out today is married.&lt;br /&gt;Wendy L, the crazy one, just got married and is expecting.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly M, college flirt, married last year and moved to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly P, dated and friends, got married earlier this year to her high school crush.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Carl, not really crazy, found out is married to his college girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Dee, just found out yesterday is pregnant with her second child&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Chat, just got married last week and is also pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Matt, only 18, his girlfriend is pregnant, and is engaged.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Christina, Matt’s sister, had her baby recently.  Their mother just turned 36!&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Heather, has a kid and is getting married to the father in August.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Kim, just had a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a lot to take in!  I’m taking bets on who is next on the list.  Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also is a somber mood because I just finished up the softball season with both my church and company teams.  The church team went 6 and 5 this year, which was very dismal for us.  We were lucky to get over 500 this year, since we been over 500 for 10 years now.  We were in the playoffs, but lost both games in the double elimination rounds.&lt;br /&gt;We also just finished up my company softball team.  Our last game was tonight.  We ended our season 6 and 10, losing to the last place team in the division, which are now 2 and 14.  I pitched tonight and gave up 15 runs in one inning.  I’ve been hard on myself since then.  I’m just glad it’s over now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-112260562324514243?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/112260562324514243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=112260562324514243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112260562324514243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/112260562324514243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-know-that-part-of-your-life-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-111880238449857975</id><published>2005-06-14T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:26:24.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been lucky to have very few relatives that are close to me who have died.  My mother's father died when she was 6.  I don't remember much of my father's father because I didn't see him much before he died when I was 7.  There have been other family members that have died but wasn't close to.  The most recent was my great uncle Bob, my father's uncle.  Actually, both my parents were close to him.  He was the matriarch of my father's family up in Massachusetts.  We would go visit him, he come visit us, and my parents would go to the Azores with him on vacation 5 years ago to visit my father's grandparents ancesteral home.  So when he died from pancreatic cancer 4 years ago, it hit my parents pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer seems to be a big threat in my family.  Besides my great uncle, I had two other great uncles died from cancer (smoking), several other aunts and uncles develop forms of it, and even my mother had cervical cancer after I was born.  She couldn't have any more children after that.  Now cancer reers its ugly head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out yesterday that my grandmother has cancer.  When I talked to her today, she told me the doctors said it was in her spleen.  I don't know how that compares to pancreatic (100 % deadly) but she seems to be doing alright now.  I don't know if they can do anything for her at the moment except give her drugs for it.  She's a fighter though and it doesn't seem to worry her though.  With all that she has gone through in her life, cancer to her seems to be a piece of cake.  She's the type that doesn't complain about nor would talk about it, but I can only wonder how she feels.  Only those that go through this can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-111880238449857975?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/111880238449857975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=111880238449857975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/111880238449857975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/111880238449857975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-lucky-to-have-very-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-111759205413055326</id><published>2005-05-31T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:14:14.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Sunday, I went to the Virginia Renaissance Festival at Lake Anna.  I’ve only been to one other, which was in Minnesota last August.  The one in Minnesota was huge and being that it was the first time I’ve ever been to a Renaissance Fest, I was in awe.  So when I went to the one at Lake Anna, I had something to compare.  When I got there though, I wasn’t terribly impressed.  Not many vendors or attractions, but it did have a few bright spots.  Lots and lots of swords and weapons, a couple of good attractions, and lots of cleavage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fest in Minnesota showcased all sorts of dances, bands, and sideshows.  I enjoyed the jousting, even though it rained during the middle of the thing.  Lots of animals were showcased, such as boas, alligators, and other reptiles.  However, at the Virginia Fest, the only animals showcased were an Alpaca and a couple of baby chickens and ducks and a beautiful and big Alaskan Husky.   I was disappointed also since I got to see a lot of belly dancers in Minnesota but not here in Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few things I did enjoyed.  There was one show that was put on by a contortionist/juggler.  He started out his routine with a few tricks with the contortion and moved to juggling.  I was standing in the rear while most people were sitting down on hay bales and a few kids sitting up front near the stage.  There was actually one kid, probably between 4 and 6 that I could constantly hear talking to the guy on stage.  At one point, the guy started with the fire sticks and was doing a trick that consisted of a stick, the bottom being on his chin and balancing it on top of it another wand that was set on fire on both ends (just visualize the sticks being in a T formation on his chin).  He finished the trick and everybody clapped in appreciation.  He proceeded then to tell the audience that would do the same balancing trick, saying that all the women would enjoy this one, by balancing it on his tongue!  When he finished, he said to the audience; “Well, I hope that all the adults in the audience would get that (refering to what he said about the women enjoying the trick).  But I hope that none of you kids do!”.  Well, right when the guy said that, the kid that was just talking up a storm to the guy in the front just yelled out “I GET IT, I GET IT!”.  At that very moment everybody in the audience just busted out in laughter.  However, the guy on stage rolled with it and asked where the boy’s mother was!  Reluctantly though, everybody saw the boy’s mother, who was sitting on the ground raised her hand in acknowledgment.  I think everybody got a kick out it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Minnesota fest spoiled the Virginia one for me since that was my first time to one.  I’ll probably go back again in the future since my friend Rachel told me this is still new down here.  We’ll see.  Next thing I have to go see is a Sci Fi convention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-111759205413055326?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/111759205413055326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=111759205413055326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/111759205413055326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/111759205413055326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-sunday-i-went-to-virginia.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-111707532868063012</id><published>2005-05-25T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:42:08.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmmm…..let me see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been busy around the house lately.  The last month, my father and I have been trying to put up a fence around my property.  Why?  Because my neighbor is getting a cow.  The next question that I get is why do we have to put up the fence, it’s the neighbor that’s getting the cow.  Well, it’s actually my fault.  There was a fence before I built the house, but when I had to put in the driveway and build the house, the fence that was there had to be torn down.  We told my neighbor that we would put it back up if she decided to get another cow.  Well, these last few weeks working on it has been a hard job.  Working with my father has never been easy since he has a short temper and is a perfectionist.  I did lose it a couple of weeks ago when I cussed him out, which was the first time in my life!  Long story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass is turning out very nicely around the house.  It has helped with the erosion, since I had that problem last year.  I finally got to use the riding lawn mower for the first time on Sunday.  Let me just that riding that thing down the yard is scary as hell the first couple times down it.  I had to put the brake on down the whole way and I was fish tailing a better part of the way down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also putting rip rap around the back of the house and down the right side of the bank.  This will help with the erosion still.  However, the hard part is putting all the rocks down which will a long hard back-breaking job.  Once I finish though, it will look awesome.  Next job after that will put in the fire pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been playing softball with both my company and church teams.  My company team is finally doing well since we started three years ago.  Right now we are 4 and 4, which doesn’t look that great but if you knew the company, that happens to be the best record we’ve had ever!  It’s the middle of the season, so we still might have a winning record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw “Star Wars: Episode III” on Sunday night.  Before seeing it, I did read all the spoilers to it but that didn’t stop me from wanting to see it.  I was impressed with it and I’m sure like everyone else, felt like this was the better of the first three.  It can’t beat Star Wars, A New Hope or Empire Strikes back, but it was better than the others.  I was disappointed that the reason that Amidala died was because of a broken heart.  Kind of a pathetic excuse of a way to die.  Also, we find out how Darth Vader gets his name, but I’ve been asking what does Vader mean?  Maybe we weren’t meant to know how the Sith get their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching all the season finales the last two weeks.  I was watching NCIS last night and I was very disappointed that they killed off one of the main characters.   She was shot in the head by a sniper!  Again I was aghast by this way of being killed.  Though this does make me want to know what they are going to do next season.  Also, I watched the finale of 24 and was impressed.  I’m not a big fan of Keifer Sutherland, but this role fits him.   I think good writing has helped that show, though it can be over the top sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-111707532868063012?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/111707532868063012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=111707532868063012&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/111707532868063012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/111707532868063012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/05/hmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-111267045591157046</id><published>2005-04-04T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:07:35.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It truly is amazing what you learn from television and movies.  They are an untapped source of advice and answers to all of life's problems.  I heard a great quote tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never take life too seriously.  You'll never get out alive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we can't live by the rules and solutions that are shown to us by those two mediums????  Life would be so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned these other things too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Always cut the blue wire, never the red.....or is it the other way around?&lt;br /&gt;2.  Never run from the homicidal maniac that is trying to kill you.....he always finds and kills you!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sure fire way to fall in love with someone is to make a bet with your friends that you can date/kiss/change/or make prom queen out the wallflower.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Never embarrass the quiet shy kids.  They always come back after you when they become evil.  That or they get a makeover and become the most handsome/beautiful person that you know and they turn you down!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Always shoot the bad guy in the head.  Diminishes the chances that they are just faking to lure you in a false reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, folks, are rules to live by!  My advice....watch more tv and movies.  You'll learn everything you need to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-111267045591157046?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/111267045591157046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=111267045591157046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/111267045591157046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/111267045591157046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-truly-is-amazing-what-you-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-111155074488177659</id><published>2005-03-22T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:05:44.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sure everybody wonders "Where are they now?" when they watch actors on old television shows.  Look carefully and you may find the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watch "Saved by the Bell" every morning when I get up.  I'm sure everybody knows the show and watched it growing up (if you were a child of the late 80's/early 90's).  Some of those stars are still in television and movies now.  However, does anyone remember the early seasons where only Zach, Screech, Lisa, and Mr Belding were in junior high.  It was actually called "Good Morning Miss Bliss" after the lead character was played by Haley Mills.  It was a completely different show and even though it had those four memorable characters that we know and love, it had a few that never went on to the "Saved by the Bell" series.  There was one character that I liked and thought was cute.  I decided to look at IMDB to see what her name was and see if she did anything after that first show.  Low and behold I found out she is still acting but in some low budget movies like Elvira!  I only found one current picture of her but she was pretty cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to think of other old television shows that I grew up and and trying to see what those actors are doing now.  Just today, I read in the news that Tracey Gold (Growing Pains) was put on probation for a DUI last year!  Remember the kid in "The Toy"?  Apparently he was in a porn!  I heard Keysha Knight Pullam (Tudy from the Cosby's) went to UVA!  We all know about the Olsen Twins from "Full House" but I wonder what happened to the middle girl went to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless possibilities of the internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-111155074488177659?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/111155074488177659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=111155074488177659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/111155074488177659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/111155074488177659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-sure-everybody-wonders-where-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-111034206857032504</id><published>2005-03-08T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:21:08.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinner or Saint?  I can't decide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everybody has at one point said to themselves, "I must be the only sane person in this world and everybody is crazy!"  I think that's my problem though.  I must the only crazy person among the sane!  Why you ask?  I wonder too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.  These last few weeks, some odd family news.  I have a cousin named Kim.  She is 18 but has the mindset of a 9 year old.  I'm serious too.  She just had a baby last week!  The father, who I don't know, is apparently mentally retarded too.  Inconcievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two weeks ago, I found out that another cousin of mine, Matt who is 18, got his girlfriend pregnant.  This is his first girlfriend too!  Some say she manipulated him to get her pregnant so he would marry her.  They've only been dating since late last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's sister, Christina, is also pregnant.  This is not really a surprise for anybody.  However, I kind of disappointed in everybody because no one likes or wants to get to know her husband.  Why you ask?  He's black!  I have no problem with interracial marriages, but it seems my family is very predigious!  But I doubt I can change them.  Who doesn't have family members like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to something in the water here!  Should I be worried?  Maybe I should since a friend of mine (wink, wink.....you know who you are) said I'm sliding into being a redneck!  The accent, where I live, even wearing baseball caps constitutes being a redneck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm.....sinner or saint?  Which is better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-111034206857032504?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/111034206857032504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=111034206857032504&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/111034206857032504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/111034206857032504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/03/sinner-or-saint-i-cant-decide-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639980.post-110852667185456264</id><published>2005-02-15T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:04:31.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I figured I'd share my Valentine's Day story, since it was my first with someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dating Molly for the last three months now.  I decided it would be best for me to cook dinner last night.  Well, cook is hardly the word.   I decided it was easier to buy a Chicken from Sam's Club and rushed home to cook green beans, macaroni and cheese, and Italian bread!  I just took out the Chicken and warmed it in the oven to make it look like I cooked the chicken!&lt;br /&gt;As she came in, she saw the present I got for her.  It was a basket with chocolates, a teddy bear, lotions, and a couple of planted tulips in a pot.....since I found out tulips are her favorite.  I owe a big one to my co-worker who makes these gift baskets on the side.  Anyway she went ga-ga over it, saying how beautiful it was.  She gave me a gift too.  A cookbook on making bread!  A good gift to say the list.&lt;br /&gt;So we sat down to eat dinner.  I tried to be romatic by burning some candles and playing some soft music.  After finishing and cleaning up, we sat on the couch for a while and talked.  Then I decided to give her a massage while lying down in front of the fire/fireplace!  How romantic can you get here?  Anyway, basically she enjoyed it.  I was going to use some massaging oil but I figured it get too messy though!&lt;br /&gt;So I thought it was a great night myself.  Figuring that it was my first actual Valentine's day with someone, I believe I was successful in my endeavor to be romantic.  But the truth of the matter is that I still can't see why we have to have this one day of the year to labeled as the most romantic day of the year.  Like most holidays, Valentines Day is just another hallmark holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-110852667185456264?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/110852667185456264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=110852667185456264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110852667185456264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110852667185456264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-i-figured-id-share-my-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639980.post-110653926209915897</id><published>2005-01-23T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:01:02.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to find out there are several downsides to living out in the middle of nowwhere!  Snow is a big problem.  You want to know why?  Because they don't plow the roads out here!  Ever!  That's what I found out.  I have to venture out onto the snow covered roads that may never melt because it's so freakin cold!  I have notice that they will start at a certain point when they do finally plow the roads......at a small rich community about 10 miles down road.  No....don't want to upset them.  As for us, we can use our big ole 4 wheel drives and drive out on our own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, snow brings wind.  Wind will rock trees.  Rocking trees bring down branches.  Downed branches will cause electric lines to break and cause my electricity to go out.  It's not good when you wake to find that you have no electricity and it's in the teens outside and the electric company will have a hard time coming because they don't plow the roads!   I'm lucky though that I have my gas fireplace to keep me warm and toasty.  However, I can't stand not having anything to without electricity so I had to leave and go to a friend's house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I must be getting old! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-110653926209915897?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/110653926209915897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=110653926209915897&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110653926209915897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110653926209915897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-beginning-to-find-out-there-are_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639980.post-110653909826996325</id><published>2005-01-23T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:58:20.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to find out there are several downsides to living out in the middle of nowwhere!  Snow is a big problem.  You want to know why?  Because they don't plow the roads out here!  Ever!  That's what I found out.  I have to venture out onto the snow covered roads that may never melt because it's so freakin cold!  I have notice that they will start at a certain point when they do finally plow the roads......at a small rich community about 10 miles down road.  No....don't want to upset them.  As for us, we can use our big ole 4 wheel drives and drive out on our own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, snow brings wind.  Wind will rock trees.  Rocking trees bring down branches.  Downed branches will cause electric lines to break and cause my electricity to go out.  It's not good when you wake to find that you have no electricity and it's in the teens outside and the electric company will have a hard time coming because they don't plow the roads!   I'm lucky though that I have my gas fireplace to keep me warm and toasty.  However, I can't stand not having anything to without electricity so I had to leave and go to a friend's house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be getting old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-110653909826996325?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/110653909826996325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=110653909826996325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110653909826996325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110653909826996325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-beginning-to-find-out-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-110507078193676914</id><published>2005-01-06T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T23:06:21.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I had a great today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out having my yearly review today at work.  Jason, my previous supervisor, and David, now the Director of Merchendising, called me in to David's office to give my review.  They both said that I was outstanding in my productivity over the last year and gave me a raise!  Woo woo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At noon, the company closed to head out to have the company holiday party.  Previous years, we had a holiday party that was held before Christmas, at a place that had catered food, door prizes, and dancing and karokee.  This year, due to lack of enthuastic of co-workers (meaning not that many show up) and several other disturbances during last year's party, the managers decided to have the company holiday party at Keglers.....the local bowling alley!  Anyway, we closed at noon and headed over.  When everyone arrived, birthdays and anniverseries were announced, which I happened to have been there for 3 years.  I got a 25 dollar gift certificate to Outback!  It was  followed by "Employee's of the Month" and "Employee's of the Year" awards.  Well, guess who got the "Employee of the Month"?  MEEEEEE!  I get the coveted "Employee of Month" parking spot (which is suppose to be the closest to the building), a plaque, and an extra day of vacation!  Alright!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After all the awards were given out, we preceded to have lunch.  We were suppose to have fajita's and taco's, but apparently Kegler's didn't have the fajita's/taco wraps!  Oh well, I guess we can have taco salad instead!&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, everyone got in groups of four to bowl.  I happened to be in the same group as Jason and David, and my friend Rachel.  I didn't do so bad.  I averaged around 100......the second game I rolled a 160.  David, my boss though, but us all 2 out of the 3 games he played.  I guess I was suppose to let the boss win, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going bowling on Saturday too with Molly, my cousins and thier boyfriends too!  Time to kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-110507078193676914?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/110507078193676914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=110507078193676914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110507078193676914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110507078193676914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-i-had-great-today-it-started-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-110481267828900345</id><published>2005-01-03T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:02:29.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know....I don't think it's good when you start talking about yourself in the third person using a nickname. I mean, who doesn't like Crispy? Crispy's good right? Damn skippy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love milk duds.  They tend to be my downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And legos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.....and beautiful redheads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.....those voluptious wonderful beautiful redheads with accents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cure for a crappy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually for any day really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-110481267828900345?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/110481267828900345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=110481267828900345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110481267828900345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110481267828900345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-110429369697237951</id><published>2004-12-28T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:14:56.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm sure everybody has heard about what happened in the Indian Ocean a couple of days ago.  Huge earthquake underwater sending a tsunami throughout the area.  Currently the estimate of dead is up to 60,000!  I was watching on the news tonight that the earthquake caused the earth to shift it's pole's ever so slightly!  Scary shit man!  It's sounds like a bad Hollywood film.  I know someover over there is thinking of a movie about it right now!  Who wants to bet on it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, both my birthday and Christmas was good.  Christmas Eve was great because my grandmother was finally feeling good enough to come to my parents place.  We had my father's family over there and spent the night with them.  The best present I got was a marble fire pit!  Now I don't have to dig a huge hole in the yard! &lt;br /&gt; Christmas morning.....got up and dad made breakfast and then opened presents.  All of us seemed to make out like bandits.  After everything, spent the rest of the morning getting ready and packing up the truck.  I stopped by my friend Rachel's place and was introduced to her mother-in-law.  Then came home, cleaned, and my parents came up with my grandmother.  She loved the place, but I was a little leary because she was nosey by looking and touching everything.  She broke my Star Wars Millenium Falcon dammit!  Oh well, I can fix it back.  I think I'm getting particular of my privacy now that I'm living alone.&lt;br /&gt; Well, an hour later, we head down to my aunt's house for Christmas dinner.  Mmmmmm goooood!  We had all my mom's family there for dinnner.  Nothing really exciting to say about it.  It did feel wierd for the first time to have my parents leave while I stayed after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, New Year's is coming up.  Planning on going to Rachel's party with Molly.  I'll finally have someone to kiss at midnight this time.  Last year, I spent the stroke of midnight watching my other friend Rachel puke in the toilet.  Hopefully that won't happened this time!  As for New Year's resolutions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hmmmmmmm......lose the weight, feel great, get laid.  I think those are good one's to start with, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-110429369697237951?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/110429369697237951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=110429369697237951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110429369697237951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110429369697237951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-im-sure-everybody-has-heard-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-110247922103416247</id><published>2004-12-07T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T23:13:41.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stand on my deck, it's completely dark outside, and look up at the heavens.  Billions of stars twinkle and dim and I'm in such awe of them.  Tiny and insignificant.....that's how I feel as I just look up.  The souls....the billions of them.....look down upon us.  Watching.  Hoping.  Praying.  They wanted to change the world too but its an impossible task.  They only made a dent in this scheme we call life.  It's a bit cold.  I can hear the wind rushing down the mountainside.  Sounds like the subtle roar of the ocean.  A shooting star just raced by in a blink of an eye.  I would like to just lie out underneath them for the whole night but it's too cold.  Life it seems calls back to realization to come back inside where it's warm.  Sorry....I have to lose that wonder.  Will I ever keep it?  Or should I let it go just like everybody's dreams of changing the world.  Hmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do truly wonder though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-110247922103416247?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/110247922103416247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=110247922103416247&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110247922103416247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110247922103416247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-stand-on-my-deck-its-completely-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639980.post-110178324988346240</id><published>2004-11-29T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:54:09.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmmm......Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm still amazed on how if you type someone's name in Google.....there's a possibility of a link to that person.  I wanted to look for some college friends that I  haven't spoken to since I graduated and I found a couple of hits.  Friends, college roommates, old flames.....just about anybody!  Only hard part is.....trying to figure out if it's the same person you are thinking of.  Don't want to send an email to someone that you think you know who they are but only to find out it's a complete stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Was looking at the paper yesterday and checked out the obituraries by accident.  Saw that a friend's husband died....or I think it was her husband.  Same name....fit the limited description except for the fact it didn't list him as a husband.....only as father, son and brother.  Emailed my friend to see if it was him......haven't heard back.....can only assume that it was the same guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Getherduuunnnnnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-110178324988346240?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/110178324988346240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=110178324988346240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110178324988346240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110178324988346240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/11/hmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-110170225137334422</id><published>2004-11-28T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:24:11.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to think that I'm ignoring my audience!  Na....just busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let's just go back in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Had a date yesterday with Molly.  I meet her over a month ago at my cousin's house.  We meet at Buffalo Wild Wings at 5 to have dinner.  Then went to see "The Grudge" which wasn't that bad nor good.  All I can say is that the Japanese have an odd look at horror.  Bad news is that Molly is a talker....meaning she was talking to the screen some of the time, trying to interact with the characters.  After that, we went for coffee at Starbucks and called it a night.  Second date in the future.....probably.  I always go for a second date to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before the date, my friend Ginger came down to visit with her boyfriend Jason.  When they got in, they told me they were hungry and wanted to go to Buffalo Wild Wings (BW3's)!  What a coincidence.....I'm going there later on a date with Molly!  I called Molly to see if she wanted to come earlier but she was busy with something else.  Anyway, Ginger, Jason and I went to BW3's.  While they ate, I just watch the Virginia/Virginia Tech game on tv.  I'm disappointed to say the least.  After that, we went around town to find a place to play pool.  After finishing, they dropped me off for my date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thanksgiving was a good time at my parents place.  Started out by volunteering to drive my grandmother and great Aunt and Uncle there.  I couldn't understand why my cousin told me that I would have fun with them until that drive!  Maybe I shouldn't volunteer anymore!  Dinner was good.....most of my mom's family came.  Had the turkey, ham, mac and cheese, and my dad's homemade bread.  We all drew names for Christmas like we usually do after dinner.  Also, my mom already had the christmas decorations up a week before Thanksgiving!  I'm glad I don't have to live there anymore and endure the 5 Christmas trees that she has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The new Marketing director comes in this week.  My new boss!  Good thing is that he is a George Mason alumni like myself!  I'm not expecting to brown nose it but hopefully that little tid bit helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I forgot to mention that for Halloween, we had a costume contest at work.  I came in as a hunchback!  I actually won for scariest costume.  Won a gift certificate to Lowe's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm debating on whether I should put a Christmas tree up!  It's in the garage now but my cousin has set this Sunday coming up to help with decorations for it.  I might as well......I hate to think someone would think I'm a scrooge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Birthday is coming up soon!  Don't know what I want or do for it!  I'm getting too old for this shit!  Birthday sex is always nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Haven't done much Christmas shopping yet either.  I'm on such a limited budget, it might be hard to.  Dollar store...here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-110170225137334422?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/110170225137334422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=110170225137334422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110170225137334422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/110170225137334422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-beginning-to-think-that-im-ignoring.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-109884584155738218</id><published>2004-10-26T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:57:21.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what the worst thing about living in the mountains is?  Coming home to find it infested with hundreds of lady bugs inside!  Luckily, they are only centered around the doors and cathedral ceiling in the living room/kitchen and not the bedrooms.  I hear this is normal around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-109884584155738218?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/109884584155738218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=109884584155738218&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109884584155738218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109884584155738218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-know-what-worst-thing-about-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639980.post-109823558596656184</id><published>2004-10-19T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T21:26:25.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, last night I had a date with Claudia.  Meet her at a little Italian restaurant around 5:30.  Even though I've talked to her twice at parties, I was still nervous going out.  Hey....it's been such a long time since I was on a date!  Anyway, dinner was good and we had a long conversation of many things.  Around 8:30, we decided to leave the restaurant and walk down to the Barnes-n-Nobles to sit, talk, and have coffee....well, I had a IBC cream soda, and we shared a piece of Peanut Butter and Chocolate cake.  Currently, she is working and studying at the University of Virginia in the Radiology department. &lt;br /&gt;At one point in the conversations, she told me that she often has a hard time talking to new people and believes that her character and ability to work in the medical field are questioned because the her lack of ability to interact at times.  Well, I told her that I was the same way.  I went to say that the two most important things in any relationship, whether it's a personal relationship like family or that of a local offical like a doctor or police, is trust and communication.  I told her that because she does not know people that well, she lacks the trust in a relationship and therefore lacks communcation.  However, it is a cycle of that statement because she cannot communicate how she feels to others, then how can others trust her.  So basically it is the continual cycle of lack of communication without trust and trust without communication that confronts her.  Well, she was a bit awestruck with this statement for a bit but after a few seconds, she just looked at me and said that was deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the date went well and we should be going out hiking Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-109823558596656184?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/109823558596656184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=109823558596656184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109823558596656184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109823558596656184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-last-night-i-had-date-with-claudia.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-109793675724377895</id><published>2004-10-16T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T10:25:57.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All work and no play make Crispy go something...something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go crazy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAAAA.....someone has to think of the children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I'm not all work!  Monday, I went hiking Old Rag Mountain with my friend Nick and Q.  Meet them there at 10.  We all went up one way, reached the top around 1:30, and ate lunch.  Then on the way down though, we had a disagreement.  They wanted to go back down the same way because it was rock climbing involved.  Me.....I don't like to go down the same direction unless I have to.   So they told me going down the other direction would take me twice as long as them but I said ok and told them bye!  The trip down wasn't too exciting except for the giant bear eyeing me but it only took 2 1/2 hours to get back to the parking lot.  To my amazement, as I was just getting into the parking lot, I look behind me and see Nick and Q.  A bunch of slow asses.  But I did enjoy the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the rest of the week seemed to go by slowly and uneventful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did finally call Claudia out last night.  She came to my "Thank you" cookout last Saturday.  Well, I left a message for her to go out.  Meet her at my house party but didn't ask for her number because I knew my cousin works with her so I get it from her.  However, found out that she gave out the wrong number to people, including my cousin, so that's why I never called her after the first party.  But now, I got her number and called her last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got a message from my cousin Danny inviting me over tonight to watch the Virginia/FL State game.  Told me that he want's me to meet Molly!  Wasn't expecting that but OK!!!  We'll see how that goes!  I was told she is a friend of a friend, but Danny has good taste of women in the past.....I say past since he's married now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up is the Halloween party.  I have an idea of what to be but I haven't had a chance to get it ready.  I have one party on the 29th at my friend Rachel's.  Also, I was invited to another party on the 30th by Claudia and my cousin Dee.  I'm most definetly going to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-109793675724377895?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/109793675724377895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=109793675724377895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109793675724377895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109793675724377895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-work-and-no-play-make-crispy-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-109771938482092733</id><published>2004-10-13T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:03:04.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was kind of odd today when I started thinking about the rules we have in the Judeo-Christian faith.  I'm sure many have heard about the sin of having pre-marital sex.  However, when I was talking to a co-worker, who is going through a seperation with her husband, about the rule of pre-marital sex and how it is a sin.  Now, thinking about it, I would assume that it applies to those who have yet to be married.  It's common now to wait until you are married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, is it a sin to have pre-marital sex after you become seperated, divorced, or widowed?  How serious can that sin be?  I guess the only analogy I can come up with is that it's like committing a crime and knowing you did it and you are thrown in jail.  After your sentence is completed, you are released, but you are again sent to court and jail for the very same crime you committed for the first time because the judge believes you have not served enough time for the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can anybody come up with better analogy for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-109771938482092733?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/109771938482092733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=109771938482092733&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109771938482092733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109771938482092733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-was-kind-of-odd-today-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639980.post-109729079484655627</id><published>2004-10-08T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T22:59:54.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God!  Where have I been this last month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never figured I'd be saying this but I've been too busy to really update this last month.  I know....I've been a slacker.  After Minnesota....which I still need to post pictures of......I went up to Massachusetts for Labor Day to see my father's family.  Since then, I've been busy trying to work on the house, playing softball (which we happen to be 0 for 9 in the very bottom of the all the leagues!), and just going out and hanging with friends.  I have to thank my friend Rachel for keeping me sane!  And did I tell you about the floods!  With all the hurricanes that have been coming through, the roads have been flooded and I couldn't get home a couple of times!  Luckily, my yard is still in place since the July 4th fiasco.....but it still needs a lot of work on it. &lt;br /&gt;Let's see......I have a busy schedule coming up.  Tomorrow, I'm throwing a cookout for all those that helped my with the house to say Thank you!  Monday, I'm taking off work to hicking Old Rag Mountain with friends.  I've been looking forward to it for a long time now.  Last time I went, I was left behind and I went back down the mountain and sat at the bottom for 7 hours waiting for my friends to come back!  I know.....I am a loser for doing that!  However, I will not give up Monday.....that's a promise.&lt;br /&gt;I had plans to go up to the Rennaissance Festival in Maryland last weekend, but I was broke.  I'm hoping to go next weekend if I have the money and if my friend Rachel wants to go.  She wants to dress me up in costume since I didn't when we were up in Minnesota!&lt;br /&gt;For Halloween, I'm going to several parties on both Friday and Saturday!  I really haven't decided on a costume yet, but I'm pointing towards being Mario.....from Super Mario Bros!  Last year, I dressed up like Homer Simpson.  I was kind of disappointed last year at the company Halloween party because I lost by one vote for most original.  You know the dumb thing about that......the deciding vote was made by me when I voted for another co-worker!  DAMMIT!!! OH well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-109729079484655627?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/109729079484655627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=109729079484655627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109729079484655627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109729079484655627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/10/dear-god-where-have-i-been-this-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-109409119831197353</id><published>2004-09-01T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T22:13:18.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything is BIGGER in Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began on Thursday at 4 in the morning, without any sleep from the night before…..probably because of being to excited to sleep. I meet my friend Rachel at here house, and left from there with our friend Summer to the Richmond Airport. I got a taste of the overwhelming security that the airports have now, but went through without a hitch. The plane was late taking off because they had to let the pilots rest…..which was fine with me…..I didn’t want to die a horrible fiery death because some pilot was sleepy. However, we did find out that when the plane landed in Minneapolis, the flight attendant announced that this was the pilot’s first flight in charge! Other than that, the flight wasn’t too bad….got pretzels instead of peanuts, which we learned someone was allergic to them. Also, the lady beside me was pretty nice too, though I was reluctant to talk to her because she was reading a feminist magazine that she got from UVA.&lt;br /&gt;After landing in Minneapolis, we were meet by Rachel’s sister, Becky. She took us from the Airport to the Mall of America, since this was probably our only chance to see it on the trip. I was amazed by the size of it, even though I have heard it was huge. They have a small amusement park inside, which I didn’t ride anything. We only went to a few shops, but I did go see the Lego shop! I saw a Lego’s Star Destroyer, which I really wanted but it costs 300 dollars. After leaving the Mall of America, we went to Becky’s place, where we just crashed since we all were so tired. That evening was pretty uneventful except for the time that I played Star Wars Trivial Pursuit with Becky and her husband Tim. Tim is also a pretty nice guy too when I meet him. They both are into Science Fiction and Fantasy, which I found out when I saw their collection of books and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, while Summer slept, Rachel and I took a walk around the neighborhood. I could not believe how flat the area was. As many know from the license plates, Minnesota is the land of 10,000 lakes. Rachel took me to one of those and I could not believe how big it was, even though she said it was not as big as most. She often jokes with me that the lakes, which I call them, in Virginia are just puddles to her. I could see why. Along the way, I saw a fire hydrant with a long thin red and white pole stick up from it. I had to ask why and Rachel told me that it’s to find it during the winter. She told me that the snow never melts during the winter, which makes me glad I live in Virginia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, Rachel’s younger brother (in total about 6 siblings) Pat came over with his beautiful 7 month old daughter, Emma. After having lunch from MacDonalds, we all went out for a drive around the area. We stopped at a park in the town of "Little Canada". I had to chuckle at that for some odd reason. After a couple of hours walking the park, we came back and crashed. When Becky and Tim came back from work, we all went out to a restaurant for dinner. After dinner, Rachel, Summer and I got dressed to go out clubbing in Minneapolis, called Ground Zero. Apparently it was a slow night but we still had fun. The drive back though was a bit awkward. We had to take Pat’s car with us, and it was a stick. However, neither Rachel or I know how to drive stick. We let Summer drive to the club, but were worried that she had too much to drink. Rachel decided to drive anyway, even though she got a lessen earlier that day from Pat on driving stick. It didn’t help though, and she stalled a couple times on the street. However, Summer was sober enough to drive back. Along the way, we stopped at a restaurant called Perkins for some early morning food, about 3 in morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday afternoon, we all went out into the country to go to Rob’s house, Rachel’s oldest brother. He lived next to one of the lakes. There I got to meet all of Rachel’s remaining brothers and sisters, and their families. Once we got there it set up to where Rachel, Summer, and I went canoeing in the lake. After a little trip around the lake, we came back the house. Later, we had a couple of games of Horseshoes played and then a good ole cookout. After dinner, everybody went outside to sit around the campfire that Rob made and enjoy smores. I heard some coyotes and geese across the lake when night fell. And then, we headed off back to Becky’s house around 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up on Sunday morning at 8:30 to go to the Minnesota Renaissance Fair, that Rachel was dying to go to. She wanted all of us to dress but I didn’t want to. Only Summer seemed to have dressed up for the occasion…..well sort of. We got there around 9:30 and I tell you, it was some sight to see. I’ve never been to a Renaissance Fair before so this was interesting to me. I saw a lot of people dressed up in period costumes, and some just dressed for any occasion. I can say that I really enjoyed watching the belly dancers when I first came in. There were a lot of shops and attractions at this fair that related to the Renaissance, like clothing and weapons. After a while, Rachel finally found an outfit that she liked and wore it. We eventually meet up with Becky and Tim when they came to the fair later that day. We walked around the place for many times. I saw a lot of costumes that just blew me away…..but I mostly enjoyed the half naked women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, we came across a show where they put people in stocks (you know those wood posts that you put people’s heads and hands in and let them hang), and those in charge would give the people a crime and humiliate them. Well, both Rachel and Summer decided that it would be a good idea if I was humiliate me! I was put into the stocks and was told that my crime was being a leture (excuse the spelling)…..or in Renaissance terms….a pervert. They humiliated me (in a good way), I had to tell why I was a leture, had a mask put on me, and I had to be punished by singing "My little Tea Pot" out loud! Actually it was kind of fun!&lt;br /&gt;Well, later that afternoon, Rachel and I had to go to the joust. I was getting good until it started raining…which being in shorts that it was kind of cold! However, we continued to walk around the fair. Before ending, everybody who participated in the fair and some who just came were joined in a small ceremony of dancing and drums. I couldn’t really explain it but it was to allow everybody to let off steam by this dance! Pretty cool I have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, late Monday morning, we made our way back to the airport to head home. Nothing really exciting on the trip to the airport or the start of the trip. However, when we landed in Richmond at 5 o’clock, things got pretty dicey. We landed fine, even though it was raining heavily. We got our luggage and made our way out to the parking lot and left the airport at 5:30. Then, right before we hit Richmond, Tropical Storm or Hurricane Gaston hit Richmond. We were stuck on 95/64 for 6 hours and didn’t realize what happened until we turned on the radio. At one point, while on a bridge, we looked over the side and saw below that some buildings were flooded! We even saw a guy get on his big Rig in the flood! We moved only 8 miles in 6 hours! It wouldn’t have been so bad if wasn’t for Summer being hyper and having ADD! She kept jumping up and down, exclaiming that it was the end of the world and that we were going to die by different scenarios, like the bridge collapsing under us or a large light pole falling on us. We eventually got on a side street around 10:30 and stopped at a Kroger’s for some food. By 11:30, we got back on to the interstate and found that they were clear of cars, even though there were a lot of them in the road since they ran out of gas or the battery died! I didn’t get home myself until 1:30 that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a fun trip to Minnesota. I have to say that almost everything is bigger out there. I would love to go back. I have some pictures that I will post later when I get them developed. I will leave for Massachusetts on Saturday to see family so I will post about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-109409119831197353?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/109409119831197353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=109409119831197353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109409119831197353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109409119831197353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/09/everything-is-bigger-in-minnesota-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-109348255023245949</id><published>2004-08-25T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T21:09:10.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm off to Minnesota tomorrow for the next 5 days.  I plan to see the Mall of America, go to a Renaissance Fair, and visit my friend Rachel's family in that time.  I will be back on Monday.  Then on Saturday, I will be going up to Massachussetts with my folks to see my father's family in Taunton.  So I'll be be busy these next fews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was a tremendous success!  I had at least between 25 and 30 come to it.  It was funny to tell everybody that my mom helped in making the food before everyone came, but they enjoyed it.  I had helped with the drinks from Jake, a friend of a friend.  He back the honorary bartender for the night.  I had many many shots of "Wet Kiss", "Crispy Critter" (which was a shot that he named after me, but I can't remember what was in it), several shots of tequila and whiskey too.  Ryan, I wish you came because maybe you could have helped Nick, Sideburns, and Spider Dan be more interactive at the party.  They seemed to just hang out with themselves at the dining room table.  At one point, a couple of us played "Truth or Dare Jenga", one of the ladies had to switch shirts with the guy next to her!  FUN!!!!  I talked to one of the ladies that my cousin Dee brought, Claudia, and I told her I call her once I get back from vacation!  I think she was thoroughly impressed by my gentleman skills as I walked her to her car down the driveway!  The gang at Muppethouse....I hope you can come up some time in the future.  I might have the fire pit up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news.....a lot of people have been leaving work.....either quitting or getting fired.   One of those people was my supervisor and head of the Merchendising Dept., Kim.  We were all getting worried that we would lose our jobs.  I have the word of the head of company that that won't happen.  Whatever!  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is fine and steady.  The hill is now fully grown with grass.  On July 4th, before I could seed the bank, a heavy rainstorm washed all the dirt down into the road.  That day I had to dig out the culverts so that the water could wash down without backing up.  A few hours later after I finished, it rained again and the rest of the dirt wash down again.  Sufficite to say, I spent the next couple of days digging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the company (which I will call AHS for short)  that I wanted to seed it came on that Monday, which I was waiting for three weeks for him to come.  He gave me this long speech about the pH of the ground and gave me a quote for the amount of seed, which was 400 for a tank of seed, and it would be at least 4 tanks to do my lawn.  I told him that we would talk to him once we got the bank graded again and then he could come up if we wanted him to.  That next Saturday, when the bank was getting graded, my dad decided to seed ourselves!  After we finished, I called and left a message for the AHS that I didnt' need him, which was at 6.  At 10:30 that night, I get a call from his wife which I thought it was someone else.  Well, I kind of made a fool of myself but finally realized it was them and he told me he would call me back the next day.  Sunday came, he didn't call.  ON monday, I got a call from my father at 9 which he told me that AHS put a lien on my property for 500 dollars.  Well, to make the story short, I wanted to fight them on it but my father believed it would have cost more to go to court, so I ended up having them seeding part of the bank, which what we seeded looks far better!  That's the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once I get back from my vacation, I try to post the pictures.  Stacey, Congradulations on the new place!  When's the party?  Ryan, when's your party too?  Margie and David.....sorry you couldn't come the party but I hope to see you soon.....at Stacey and/or Ryan's party....if they invite me!  BTW.....where have you been David?  You haven't written in your journal.  Suzie.....I see that you kept an eye on the Evite to see who was coming.  I understand why you didn't come....there would have been nobody you know there at a my (a complete stranger) place (out in the middle of NOWHERE).  I do hope to finally meet you.  Gina.....love the sight, you are very intriguing!  Ginger....I hope everything is going well on your end with Robert and job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-109348255023245949?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/109348255023245949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=109348255023245949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109348255023245949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109348255023245949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-im-off-to-minnesota-tomorrow-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-109219408150045812</id><published>2004-08-10T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:14:41.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes.....as you see....I'm back!  I finally got my computer working....internet set up....and I here at my house on my computer on the internet!  Lot's to tell but I leave it for another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-109219408150045812?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/109219408150045812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=109219408150045812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109219408150045812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/109219408150045812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/08/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-108767757163403634</id><published>2004-06-19T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T16:39:31.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally!  It's finished and I'm all moved in.  I finalized everything on Wednesday (with a lot of frustration....loooong story) and I am now offically a home owner.  Now comes the hard part.....keeping up the home.  Once I have pictures, I'll post them.  The party is still on in three weeks...July 10th...unless it rains, like it's been doing for the last few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, there was some news going around the office.  They found a body next door at Oakwood homes, where they sell mobile and prefinished homes.  The news went around like wild fire with everybody speculating what happened.  Apparently someone just dropped the body off quickly because it was right next to a garbage bin and raced off when they couldn't get the body into the bin!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...that's about it.  I'm still waiting to get my phone hooked up and television next Saturday.  I'll probably be without internet for a couple of weeks, so I just check things from work or come back to my parents place.  Right now they are down in Florida in Disney World.  I wish I was going with them!  I might go to Minnesota in August though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I go, I wanted to know if anybody heard the "Marble in a jar" theory.  I'm sure there are different variations to it, but some of the married guys keep telling me about it, but I don't believe it.  The theory goes, for the husband, that in the first year of marriage.....or even dating your potential mate up till the first year of marriage....that every time you have sex, you put a marble in a jar.  After that time, when you have sex with the spouse, you take a marble out of the jar.  The guys at work tell me that the marbles in the jar will never be gone from the jar.  Those guys tell me it's true with every marriage.  I think they are just say that because they are truly not getting any and just want to whine about it!  I'm sure there are many people out there that can debunk this theory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-108767757163403634?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/108767757163403634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=108767757163403634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108767757163403634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108767757163403634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/06/finally-its-finished-and-im-all-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-108648587435949127</id><published>2004-06-05T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T21:37:54.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stressing of the Crispy</title><content type='html'>I am seriously stressing out right now about the house.  I close in a week and a half, with some things still needing to get down.  The porch is done but not the steps, and that's one of the things I need for the final county inspection....which in turn is needed for the occupancy permit....which is in turn is needed for to close with the bank!  If this damn rain would go away, the mason can finish the steps.  All the small things are really pushing me to insanity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing last night too.  I went up to the house after work and I found that my uncle put some more sand on the road so he could put down more rock for the drive way.  Well, I tried to drive up it in my puny Mazda Protege!  WRONG!!!  I ended up slipping down back the driveway because it was too muddy and slick and almost ended up over the bank and dropping 5 feet over it onto the main road.  Luckily, my wheels got stuck between the railroad ties that are near the edge.  &lt;br /&gt;So I stopped the car, and decided to meet my mom, who was finishing up painting at the house.  However, she tried to back down the driveway in my father's baby, his Ford F150.  WRONG AGAIN!!!!  This time she was slipping back on the same spot too and had to stop before hitting my car which was still stuck.  Well, we ended up calling my uncle to come and pull us out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't tell Dad what happened an&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ItemPage&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/Blogger&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="navwrap" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-108648587435949127?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/108648587435949127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=108648587435949127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108648587435949127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108648587435949127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/06/stressing-of-crispy.html' title='The Stressing of the Crispy'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-108648587611976399</id><published>2004-06-05T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T21:37:56.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stressing of the Crispy</title><content type='html'>I am seriously stressing out right now about the house.  I close in a week and a half, with some things still needing to get down.  The porch is done but not the steps, and that's one of the things I need for the final county inspection....which in turn is needed for the occupancy permit....which is in turn is needed for to close with the bank!  If this damn rain would go away, the mason can finish the steps.  All the small things are really pushing me to insanity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing last night too.  I went up to the house after work and I found that my uncle put some more sand on the road so he could put down more rock for the drive way.  Well, I tried to drive up it in my puny Mazda Protege!  WRONG!!!  I ended up slipping down back the driveway because it was too muddy and slick and almost ended up over the bank and dropping 5 feet over it onto the main road.  Luckily, my wheels got stuck between the railroad ties that are near the edge.  &lt;br /&gt;So I stopped the car, and decided to meet my mom, who was finishing up painting at the house.  However, she tried to back down the driveway in my father's baby, his Ford F150.  WRONG AGAIN!!!!  This time she was slipping back on the same spot too and had to stop before hitting my car which was still stuck.  Well, we ended up calling my uncle to come and pull us out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't tell Dad what happened and I hope to leave it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-108648587611976399?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/108648587611976399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=108648587611976399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108648587611976399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108648587611976399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/06/stressing-of-crispy_05.html' title='The Stressing of the Crispy'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-108571149799676957</id><published>2004-05-27T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:31:37.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Walking down memory lane!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the worst thing about packing is?  Nostalgia!  Really....seriously!  As you are packing all your stuff, you tend to find old pictures, letters, momentos of all the stuff you are leaving behind.  I was packing all my books that I have and I found an old notebook from college that I had that had a bunch of phone numbers of friends that I had and other people that I barely got to know.  There's a number for a girl that I had a crush on in one my classes.  I know I can't call because I know she moved on.  I found a picture of a birthday cake that had the names of my friend Chau (who now lives in California) and Marisol (who I lost touch with after graduating in college).  Just the other night, I was showing some old movies (Hijinxs I and II) to some friends and I began to wish for the old times.  BTW Ryan....I finally got the String Joke....after 4 years!  I think I didn't hear the punch line at the time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost finished with the house.  We finished putting in the wood floors on Monday and put in the hanging microwave.  The electricity is in and the lights are on.  Now just need to do touch ups and paint a little bit more inside.  Need to finish the outside front porch and get the water running.  However, my father is a bit of a downer when he told me that I might not be able to really move in until JULY!!!!  Dammit....why not????  Because of rules and regulations, that's why.  Something to do with testing the water or something or another that takes too much damn time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I went hiking with some friends on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  What a nice and beautiful day it was!  We hiked along one trial called White Rocks Falls.  I actually went camping there last year with a couple of friends from Northern Virginia.  I found the place that we camped at and I was disappointed to find that it was covered over with all kinds of growth.  We eventually got to the falls which were wonderful.  When I went last year, it was a drought so not alot of water flowing.  This time though, the water was pounding strongly along the falls.  Round trip of the hike was about 3 miles, I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just say for the record....NOSTALGIA FUCKING SUCKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way....I'm going tomorrow to get my teeth cleaned.  Why would I add this.  Well, apparently there is a gorgeous and single blonde that works in the office across the hall from my dentist.  I figured I go in an introduce myself to her.....maybe try to sweep her off her feet with my charming personality and good looks (off in the background, I can hear somebody laughing at this!).  Wish me luck anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-108571149799676957?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/108571149799676957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=108571149799676957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108571149799676957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108571149799676957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/05/walking-down-memory-lane-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-108432709174803750</id><published>2004-05-11T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T21:58:11.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last entry.  I've been pretty busy lately with the house as well as softball.  Let's see....as of last Saturday, I had about 90% of the back deck on, kitchen and bathroom cabinets in, almost everything is painted (with the exceptions of a few coats of paint on the trim and the skylight).  All that really needs to be finished on the inside of the house is putting the wood floors in.  The kitchen is gorgeous.....the cabinets and the bar look great!  I've been going up almost every other night after work during the week to work on it.  I also got my phone number and satellite television ordered which should be set on June 8th.  On June 14th, I should sign all the papers to close!!!!  July 10th.....PARTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other nights I'm playing softball with both my company and church.  Both teams are as different as night and day.  My company softball team (which is all guys) is currently 1 and 5, while my church team is perfect right now with a record of 3 and 0.  I get the added bonus of having to play with my ex-girlfriend, Loreley, play on the team last Friday.  Actually things are fine with us since the breakup.  I actually invited her to the party that I'm having at my place on July 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at work are pretty dramatic.  A co-worker downstairs just doesn't get a clue of what she is suppose to be doing in her job.  No one really likes her and she has pissed off everybody, including all of our vendors that work with my company! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seemed to have done a big boo boo for Mother's day!  I got my mom a Mother's Day card for her.  When I woke up on Mother's Day, I saw her in the living room, sitting in the chair, and I go up to her, give her a kiss on the head, and say Happy Mother's Day.  I left the card on the table for her.  Anyway a few minutes later, she asks me where's my gift to her?  Uhhhhhhhh.....SHIT!!!  All I could say is I didn't know what to get her.  Well, sufficite to say, she was pissed. I could have offered to take her out to dinner but we have been so busy with the house lately, I didn't really think about it. All I could do was turn around and head downstairs.  A few minutes later, my father came down and asked why I made mom mad.  I told her what happened and he told me I did a stupid thing.  He goes on to tell me there are three days that I never forget about mom.....her birthday, Christmas and Mother's day!&lt;br /&gt;Well, we all go to church together that morning.  AFter church, we went to Sam's club.  While there, I decided to buy her some pre-planted rose bushes.  When I gave them to her, it made her happy!  Well, that's what she said....but I know she will remember this!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-108432709174803750?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/108432709174803750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=108432709174803750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108432709174803750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108432709174803750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/05/update-its-been-while-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-108225373818960385</id><published>2004-04-17T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T22:06:13.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MORE PICTURES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally got more &lt;a href="http://www.qserv.org/OtherPics/Forms/AllItems.aspx?RootFolder=%2FOtherPics%2FCrispy%27s%20Pictures%2FMore%20pictures%20of%20the%20House&amp;View={773956C4-E241-4976-A673-017DB4A14F21}"&gt;pictures of the house&lt;/a&gt; to share with everybody.  These pictures were taken a few weeks ago after the drywall was finished.  Since then, the trim, doors, and paint have gone up, shudders put up front, and the kitchen/bathroom cabinets and wood floors have been delivered to the house.  Everything should be finished within another month and half to two months (God willing).  I'm looking forward to having a big party to celebrate.  I know my friend Rachel is anxious to have it too.....but I'm trying to finish up first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-108225373818960385?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/108225373818960385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=108225373818960385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108225373818960385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108225373818960385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/04/more-pictures-well-i-finally-got-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-108078904800712780</id><published>2004-03-31T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T22:14:20.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I often believe that you can measure the character a person through his/her times of suffering.  However, how can you judge their character if they have never suffered?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-108078904800712780?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/108078904800712780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=108078904800712780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108078904800712780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/108078904800712780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-often-believe-that-you-can-measure.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107949615427652922</id><published>2004-03-16T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T23:05:47.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>House update…..well, as of Monday, the dry wall has been put up in most the house.  I’m hoping that since it rained today, it didn’t stop the subcontractor from not being able to finish.  I think the process is once the dry wall is up, he has to put in “mud” to seal off the cracks.  Apparently if the temperature is below 50 degrees, it can crack, which is why I’m worried today since it’s below that temperature.  &lt;br /&gt;I can’t tell you how much I will be so happy to move out.  Don’t get me wrong….my parents are great…..but it’s been 4 years living with them since I graduated college.  I think it’s time!  Besides, I got even more incentive to move out after what happened last Thursday, when I got home late from my friend Rachel’s!  As I walk in, walking down the hallway, I hear my parents HAVING SEX!!!!  Damn…..I didn’t really need to hear them.  And it was LOUD too!!!  Well, look on the bright side….I didn’t hear them say….”Who’s your daddy?”  I would have had to go in there and shout…”YOU ARE DAMMIT!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few more months!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we didn’t much but clean up some brush in the yard and around the workshop.  I’m definitely getting a workout from walking up and down the hill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I went to see “Passion of the Christ” with my mom after church.  It’s hard to describe that movie in just a few words.  Both of us left the theater quiet and somber, which my mom never does.  It does move you and it makes you reflect on your faith and religion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home from the movie, I went over to my friend Rachel’s for the evening.  She cooked us dinner….which include pork chops and stuffing (which I did try).  After dinner, we played a fun game called “Therapy” which I think I needed after what happened on Thursday.  I laughed so hard from playing it that I hurt my neck!  I think it was much needed though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107949615427652922?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107949615427652922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107949615427652922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107949615427652922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107949615427652922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/03/house-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107889069092417212</id><published>2004-03-09T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T22:54:34.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.....I can't decided tonight.  Either watch "I Love The 80's Strike Back" on &lt;strong&gt;VH1&lt;/strong&gt; or "101 Reasons Why The 90's Ruled" on &lt;strong&gt;E!&lt;/strong&gt;.  Feeling a bit nostalgic from them.  Could be one of the reasons why I'm so antsy as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should give an update on the house.  Insulation is in, dry wall delivered and ready to put up, and I got most of my appliances on Friday.  I think I pulled my arm from pulling branches on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a party on Saturday that was thrown by the Marketing Director to celebrate the finishing of the catalog.  Somehow I got into a discussion with my co-workers girlfriend of how such a nice guy I was......which i don't want to get into any more.  Also got into another discussion with the same girl and the wife of another co-worker of how wierd I am because I've never gotten drunk!  I think it's now everybody I know purpose to see me drunk.  I wonder why? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107889069092417212?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107889069092417212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107889069092417212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107889069092417212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107889069092417212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107828204478490219</id><published>2004-03-02T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:50:18.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I do something different this time, so I'll just list some of the positives I had this last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  "Blue Motorcycle"&lt;br /&gt;2.  My new leather sofa&lt;br /&gt;3.  getting closer to finishing my house&lt;br /&gt;4.  Dinner with friends on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;5.  Watching the Oscars on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;6.  Getting a 1902 Silver Dollar from my great Uncle&lt;br /&gt;7.  Actually getting an email from a friend that I haven't heard from in a while, even though it was to give out her new number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Finishing the house&lt;br /&gt;2.  Having that house party&lt;br /&gt;3.  Vacation (desperately needing at this moment)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Hearing from more friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107828204478490219?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107828204478490219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107828204478490219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107828204478490219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107828204478490219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-thought-i-do-something-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107745308913708583</id><published>2004-02-22T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T07:34:10.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Size does matter!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is finally confirmed.....an extra 2 inches does matter!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two inches matter with the height of the bar that is.  I've been arguing with my mother about what the height of the bar should be in my house.  She wants it at the height that it is right now.  As for me, I want it 2 inches higher because it allows the recepticles to be out of the back splash, therefore no water can get into them.  Her reasoning behind the smaller height......her family is short and wouldn't be able to reach over the bar!  Well, mom, I take safety over convienence.  Besides....it's my house, ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107745308913708583?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107745308913708583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107745308913708583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107745308913708583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107745308913708583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/02/size-does-matter-yes-it-is-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107699020172746652</id><published>2004-02-16T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:59:15.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've come to the conclusion of what my problem is now!  It's because I think too much!  Seriously....if you don't believe me, read the previous journal entry.  I have to stop thinking and start doing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is that really my problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107699020172746652?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107699020172746652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107699020172746652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107699020172746652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107699020172746652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/02/ive-come-to-conclusion-of-what-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107664045750885406</id><published>2004-02-12T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:50:06.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pondering thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious.....why is it normal to kiss/make out with your eyes closed?  And if you do open your eyes, and your boyfriend/girlfriend sees this, why does it freak them out?  Sometimes I've found myself opening my eyes while kissing....even though its not normal!  You think it would be good to watch the other person to see if you are a good kisser or not.  Even with sex.....shouldn't you watch your lover so you can observe how he/she reacts to certains movements and touches, so you can be a better lover, right?  Maybe I'm just naive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...just wanted to continue with the poems.  My favorite is actually one that my grandfather wrote over 50 years ago.  This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Me Without You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A night with no moonlight;&lt;br /&gt;A day with no sun;&lt;br /&gt;A plane with no pilot;&lt;br /&gt;A watch that won't run.&lt;br /&gt;A tree with no branches;&lt;br /&gt;A rose with no petals;&lt;br /&gt;A boy with no sweetheart;&lt;br /&gt;That's me without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A train with no whistle;&lt;br /&gt;A car with no gas;&lt;br /&gt;A well with no water;&lt;br /&gt;A show with no cast.&lt;br /&gt;A love with no future;&lt;br /&gt;A sky with no blue;&lt;br /&gt;A boy with no sweetheart;&lt;br /&gt;That's me without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bank with no money;&lt;br /&gt;A top that won't spin;&lt;br /&gt;A book with no story;&lt;br /&gt;A love I can't win.&lt;br /&gt;A chair with no bottom;&lt;br /&gt;A rig with no crew;&lt;br /&gt;A song with no music;&lt;br /&gt;That's me without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A court with no jury;&lt;br /&gt;A church with no pew;&lt;br /&gt;A boy with no sweetheart;&lt;br /&gt;That's me without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107664045750885406?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107664045750885406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107664045750885406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107664045750885406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107664045750885406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/02/pondering-thought-im-curious.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107629664088498887</id><published>2004-02-08T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T22:19:44.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Day is coming.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the day is getting closer which I’m dreading.  It comes and goes every year…..and each time it gets worse. That day is…..St. Valentine’s Day!&lt;br /&gt;Yes…that sacred day of love.  Why do we set aside one day of the year to celebrate something that we should do everyday?  I know it can be complicated to be romantic every day or try to be.  It takes work and patience.  But what do I know…..I’ve always been single every time Valentine’s Day roles around.  It’s a Hallmark holiday that makes people spend money and makes those that don’t have someone special like crap.  Who wants that?&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.  Now I may complain about this hallmark holiday, but I’m sure if I had that someone special, I would do something extraordinary or romantic.  I would hope that doing something for one day doesn’t reflect on my emotional and romantic sentiment for the rest of the year with a special love.  I don’t know if I had my chance to express it yet or remember doing it.  Actually though, I do remember my most romantic moment for me, and it fell on a day that no one expect….Halloween.  I might tell that story later but I just wanted to express my opinion for St. Valentine’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share some poetry this week that I’ve written before.  I’m sure many have read them before but I will share them again for this week that relates to the subject of St. Valentine’s Day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awaiting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I await for her,&lt;br /&gt;My true love to be.&lt;br /&gt;Ever so patiently,&lt;br /&gt;Along the path of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;I know not her name never spoken,&lt;br /&gt;Nor her presence never felt.&lt;br /&gt;But by will of God or simple fate,&lt;br /&gt;I will meet my life’s true soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;The time will come to pass,&lt;br /&gt;When angel’s sing and the heavens part.&lt;br /&gt;My true love is close by the telling,&lt;br /&gt;By the heavy beating of my heat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107629664088498887?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107629664088498887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107629664088498887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107629664088498887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107629664088498887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/02/day-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107603836751049410</id><published>2004-02-05T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:35:07.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the evening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like the circus came to town and somebody let the monkey's loose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one of those weeks where there has been too much going on.  At work especially, family issues, and me just being frustrated.  A lot of drama going on.  I need a vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107603836751049410?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107603836751049410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107603836751049410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107603836751049410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107603836751049410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/02/quote-of-evening-its-like-circus-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107567099296880577</id><published>2004-02-01T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T16:32:07.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Where in the world is....Crispy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been seeing these all over place.  What the hell....I'll give it a show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=CTDCDEFLGAKYMDMANJNYNCPARISCTNVA"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates"&gt;create your own visited states map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com"&gt;write about it on the open travel guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go westward!  Well, I have my goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is where in the world I have traveled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedCountries/colormap?visited=AGBSBBGDJMMXPRTTUSVE"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66"&gt;create your own visited country map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com"&gt;write about it on the open travel guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see them but I've been all around the Caribbean and Bahamas.  I visited 4% of the world....I need to go out more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107567099296880577?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107567099296880577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107567099296880577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107567099296880577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107567099296880577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/02/where-in-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107543346923875420</id><published>2004-01-29T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T22:36:25.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote from "Night of the Creeps"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that B-movies provide great action, suspense, and dialogue.  This one is no exception.  &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;cf=info&amp;id=1800100504&amp;intl=us"&gt;Night of the Creeps"&lt;/a&gt; is about these space leeches that get into any living being and make them a zombie.  The climax is when several of the key characters.....a old, down-on-his luck cop and a geeky college kid, travel to the nest of the space leeches....which happens to be a sorority house.  They get there in time, just to find that some frat boys have been zombified by these leeches.  The girls in the sorority house don't know what's going, because they are too busy getting ready to party.  Here's where the quote comes in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the cop looks out the window, he says; "Well girls, I have good news and I have bad news.  The good news is your dates are here!"&lt;br /&gt;Sorority girl: "What's the bad news?"&lt;br /&gt;Cop: "They're dead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's some great writing there.  I give it an A in my book to B-movies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107543346923875420?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107543346923875420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107543346923875420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107543346923875420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107543346923875420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/01/quote-from-night-of-creeps-we-all-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107490329325099509</id><published>2004-01-23T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T19:16:55.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Picture of Loreley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that were interested, here is a &lt;a href="http://www.qserv.org/OtherPics/Forms/DispForm.aspx?ID=242&amp;Source=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eqserv%2Eorg%2FOtherPics%2FForms%2FAllItems%2Easpx%3FRootFolder%3D%252FOtherPics%252FCrispy%2527s%2520Pictures%26View%3D%7B773956C4%2DE241%2D4976%2DA673%2D017DB4A14F21%7D&amp;RootFolder=%2FOtherPics%2FCrispy%27s%20Pictures"&gt;picture of Loreley&lt;/a&gt;, my ex-girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107490329325099509?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107490329325099509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107490329325099509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107490329325099509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107490329325099509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/01/picture-of-loreley-for-those-that-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107482852122796668</id><published>2004-01-22T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T22:30:42.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they are finally here.  Here are &lt;a href="http://www.qserv.org/OtherPics/Forms/AllItems.aspx?RootFolder=%2FOtherPics%2FCrispy%27s%20Pictures%2FCrispy%27s%20House&amp;View={773956C4-E241-4976-A673-017DB4A14F21}"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; of my house.  Go ahead...take a look!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107482852122796668?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107482852122796668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107482852122796668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107482852122796668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107482852122796668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/01/finally-well-they-are-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107474211620271796</id><published>2004-01-21T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T22:30:36.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MY GOALS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our goals in life.  I decided to list mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 50 States, Territories, and Commonwealths&lt;br /&gt;Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Ireland&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;Norway&lt;br /&gt;Sweden&lt;br /&gt;Iceland&lt;br /&gt;Italy&lt;br /&gt;Spain&lt;br /&gt;Japan&lt;br /&gt;China&lt;br /&gt;Austrailia&lt;br /&gt;Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;The Alamo&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;The Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;A Scifi Convention&lt;br /&gt;A World Series Game&lt;br /&gt;NYC for New Years&lt;br /&gt;Mardi Gras&lt;br /&gt;Carnivale&lt;br /&gt;Canoeing on the Amazon&lt;br /&gt;Ski the Alps&lt;br /&gt;Walkabout&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speak:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese&lt;br /&gt;Russian&lt;br /&gt;Klingon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign Language&lt;br /&gt;To drive stick&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu&lt;br /&gt;Judo&lt;br /&gt;Yoga&lt;br /&gt;HTML&lt;br /&gt;Kama Sutra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skydiving&lt;br /&gt;Parasailing&lt;br /&gt;Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;Surfing&lt;br /&gt;Swimming with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;Swimming with whales&lt;br /&gt;Fly a WWII fighter plane&lt;br /&gt;Riding an elephant&lt;br /&gt;Walk the entire U.S.&lt;br /&gt;Be in a Civil War Reenactment&lt;br /&gt;Fencing&lt;br /&gt;Driving a harley&lt;br /&gt;Riding in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;Horseback riding on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Streaking on a golf course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this possible?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French kiss a French woman (not just one that speaks French)&lt;br /&gt;Meeting aliens&lt;br /&gt;Seeing ghosts&lt;br /&gt;Find out who killed Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;Win the Nobel Peace Prize&lt;br /&gt;Understand the “String Joke”&lt;br /&gt;Understanding women&lt;br /&gt;Birthday sex&lt;br /&gt;Marry a gorgeous, busty, intelligent, fiesty redhead who likes movies, scifi, can cook, and likes to travel...with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107474211620271796?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107474211620271796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107474211620271796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107474211620271796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107474211620271796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-goals-we-all-have-our-goals-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107465766453971867</id><published>2004-01-20T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T23:03:03.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2004 sucks so far!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, 2004 just keeps getting better and better.  Complete surprises behind every turn.  It's been a hectic and frustrating week so far.  Here's the recap of the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my co-worker Dana is out till Thursday, since she is on leave because her grandfather died.  So since she is gone, guess who has to step up to the plate and help....ME!  Now I don't mind some of the stuff because I've been helping her anyway.  However, I'm doing almost all her job for the this week, except for Thursday, when she'll be in for one day.  Friday she goes to get an operation.  So basically her job is to work on invoices and confirmations, which takes up most of the day.  I havent' been able to do my work much for the last few weeks because I've been helping her out.  I need a vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend, Chau, who I've known since my freshman year in college.  She is this very quite and secluded person....doesn't ask for help much.  In October, I called her to see how she was doing.  She told me that she wasn't doing too well because her father died, she quite her job, she broke up with her boyfriend of three years, and was in a car accident and still hurting from it, all within a few weeks before that time.  She told me she call me back and I told her that I was coming up to Northern VA for New Years if she want to come and party.&lt;br /&gt;Well, around Christmas, I decide to call her.  However, I get a automated message on her phone that she wanted to thank everyone who called but wasn't taken any messages from anyone besides her doctor and lawyer.  I knew she was in trouble to do this.  It also said to call back on Jan. 2nd. &lt;br /&gt;So after New Years, I tried calling but it said that the phone was not answering.  So I waited a few weeks and callled again last night.  However, it said that the phone number was not in service anymore.  I got freaked out and decided to email her, in hoping that it would work saying I was worried about her.  Well, I got an answer.....SHE FUCKING MOVED TO CALIFORNIA!!!!  One line email....said she moved there to get settled and is a bit busy to reply back at the moment.  I am so frustrated with her now!  It just pisses me off to think that a friend would not tell this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another wierd dream again last night.  This time, I'm playing on jungle bars but I'm full grown.  I see Paris Hilton and a couple of other girls hanging around there too.  I'm hoping to get thier attention but it doesn't work.  Then I run into a guy I know.....but never really knew that well.....John Delong.....and he wants to fight me.  I stand up to him, but we don't fight.....and he backs down.  The dream then goes on by me inviting Paris and the other girls to a family party.  That's where it ends&lt;br /&gt;So I decide to tell a couple of co-workers about this dream, including my friend Rachel.  Apparently they both agreed what the dream meant.  Here's the synopsis....I'm trying to find a girlfriend by getting the attention of Paris and other girls......very plausible!   Standing up to John......facing myself that I don't like.......could very well be!  And inviting Paris and girls to my family party......I want to have a family......maybe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the hell am I having so many fucking dreams!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation!  I think I'll go to Ireland and find me a nice busty fiery Redhead!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107465766453971867?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107465766453971867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107465766453971867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107465766453971867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107465766453971867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/01/2004-sucks-so-far-i-swear-2004-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107431108032806193</id><published>2004-01-16T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T22:46:33.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Home on a Friday night....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, at home, on a Friday night!  It's been a long week at work.  Our vendor expeditor, Maranatha, had a breakdown or something and hasn't come in all week.  What's bad enough is that she had a stack of work in which some is dated since October.  Her job is a contact between vendor and customer and see the status of most orders that customers make.  It's not good when she neglects customer orders since October.  &lt;br /&gt;Well anyway our Call Center director, Mitch, asked if my co-worker Dana who is the closest thing to working with vendors to do all her shit.  The thing is, Dana is in the Merchandising department with me, and Maranatha works downstairs in the call center, so it is to different departments.  Well, since Dana is doing Maranatha's job, I'm the lucky one who get's to do Dana's job, which I know by now.  It just pisses Dana and I off the Maranatha allowed her work to pile up like that and then have us, a totally different department, work on it.  &lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, Dana and I only get a 4 percent raise which is suppose to be the company standard, we work our asses off.  It was even acknowledged at the last company dinner, when the two of us worked on 10,000 invoices in a month....which was a record!  And yet, there are a few people in the company that actually get more than the 4 percent because they either (A) bitch and moan and say that they will quit if they don't get what they want or (B) some just kiss up to the higher ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's my rant for the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm watching &lt;a href="http://talksexwithsue.com/index2.html"&gt;Talk Sex With Sue Johanson&lt;/a&gt;!  I guess since I'm not getting any at the moment, I might as well listen to other peoples problems.  Actually it's quite a funny and intertaining show on the Oxygen channel.  She is the this old lady who talks about  sex issues with callers and even shows off some toys and other tools!  You never really get use to hearing this old lady talk about sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having wierd dreams lately.  One of the dreams include being in the next town over, Waynesboro, during a natural disaster such as a volcano or earthquake.   During it, I remember dreaming of people trying to get out of town while a few of us stay.  At one point, I am staying in a huge house which turns into a movie theater.  I remember pulling out a gun which I think is laser scoped and shooting it a screen, but the gun doesn't work when I fire it.  I don't remember much after that.  Anyway, during lunch this work, I told a few people about the dream and they seemed to interpret it as dealing with the breakup with Loreley (which the natural disaster is interpreted as) and the gun not working......well, apparently deals with "shooting blanks"!  I don't know.....you tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will be working on the house again.  We might put up the siding on the outside if it's not too cold.  I also think that we will work on the front porch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me get back to Sue and hear about all the anal sex and female orgasims!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107431108032806193?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107431108032806193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107431108032806193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107431108032806193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107431108032806193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/01/home-on-friday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107387486234124391</id><published>2004-01-11T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T21:36:08.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm the King of Icicles!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be my title after Saturday.  I went up to work on my house that day, which suppose to be a high of 25 degrees.  However, where I'm at, there's a 5 to 10 degree difference, so it had to be 15 degrees!!!  We worked mostly on the inside, but I had fire duty outside for better part of the day.  I was playing with fire actually....burning the wood and trash!  Anyway, we got most if not all the inside finished.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got up today to go the Church, I was hurting all over.  Mostly my lower back and and my arms were hurting from hammering some hurricane straps inside.  If I didn't have muscles before....I do now!  When we got to church, it was a surprise to see my mom's cousin, her son, and they brought a young woman (married) to church with them since she was new to the area.  &lt;br /&gt;After church, my parents and I went to Lowe's to look at windows.  I decided to look for an octagonal or moon shaped window for the living room/kitchen to lighten up them up.  When we left, we got several lights for the outside, the bathroom and bathtub faucets, and the kitchen sink faucet on sale.  All of them were a great find since they were on clearance sale.  Later, I found out that they all totaled up to be what one kitchen faucet would have cost.  Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;After coming up, I was still tired.  So I decided to take a nap, but being so tired from the day before, I slept for 3 1/2 hours!  I was planning on going over to &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=tikinaruby"&gt;Rachel's&lt;/a&gt; place but called to cancel.  Sorry Rachel!  And I will post those questions some time, not just the personal wisdom that I posted on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm watching "The Surreal Life" on the WB.  Oh my...when you have Ron Jeremy (pornstar) and Tammy Faye "Baker" (a conservative televangilist) in the same house, you know trouble is coming.  I was just watching when Rob Van Winkle (Vanilla Ice) was telling them and Trishelle (Real World Las Vegas) about beliving that we were orginially from outer space.....I just about died laughing!  Also on the show is Tracy Bigham (Baywatch) and Eric Estrada (Ponch from "Chips).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107387486234124391?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107387486234124391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107387486234124391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107387486234124391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107387486234124391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/01/im-king-of-icicles-that-should-be-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107370564045898985</id><published>2004-01-09T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T22:35:44.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PERSONAL WISDOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a little personal wisdom today about the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The soul is the black box of our plane of existance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107370564045898985?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107370564045898985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107370564045898985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107370564045898985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107370564045898985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/01/personal-wisdom-i-came-up-with-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107344617548471991</id><published>2004-01-06T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T22:31:15.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I APOLOGIZE....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to apologize to those that have read my previous entry.  As some have pointed out, my rant was not logical nor unbaised in my statement about "bad boys".  I went off on a common rant that I have that I know...KNOW....is not completely true about all women wanting to date bad boys or those in need.  I have been corrected on this issue many times, but always tend to come back to this conclusion when I am frustrated with the opposite sex.  I apologize for my rant on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I hope you realize that at the time, I was angry, upset, and frustrated.  At times, I write in this journal as a way to project my anger and frustration, in only because I did not feel like vented that to another person.  I only say this rant when I get upset with myself in believing that "bad boy" concept only applies to me.  I know it's not true, but I can't help from my experience to sometimes believe it.   Can you honestly say that in this situation of anger and frustration that logic, instead of emotion, is applied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you to those who offered their sentiments and support.   Again, I will apologize for my illogical approach and rant but not my state of mind.  I hope you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107344617548471991?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107344617548471991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107344617548471991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107344617548471991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107344617548471991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-apologize.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107335751271392922</id><published>2004-01-05T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T21:53:31.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So long, take care, bye bye now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loreley and I decided to end things tonight.  We both decided to mutually breakup.  It started when I asked her how she felt about me after six months.  The last few months, when I asked her the same question, she would tell me "I don't know".  I realize before Christmas that things were not working out, but I decided to wait until the holidays were over to have this talk.  Anyway, when I asked her this time, she finally admitted that she didn't love me.  She was still not over her last boyfriend/fiancee when that ended over 10 months ago.  It was difficult but I knew it was for the best for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that she told me was that I was a "well rounded" guy, which was one the things that really couldn't get into.  It's really be that stigma of being a "well rounded" or "nice" guy of why girls aren't attracted to me.  I mean, we all know that women are attracted to that "bad boy" persona.  There are so many theories of why women do that.  Some inlude that the "bad boy" is exciting and unpredictable and women want that excitement.  Another theory is that women want to be needed, or simply say that women want to know that men are in need of them to help them out in some way.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the theory is, I really don't care anymore.  However, I think that because I am independent, well-rounded, and nice, it comes off as though I don't need to be help, being needful, or any kind of support.  In someway I'm beginning to feel that I scare off women because of that.  The truth is I do need that support, if only in the way of emotional support.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find someone....someday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107335751271392922?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107335751271392922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107335751271392922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107335751271392922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107335751271392922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-long-take-care-bye-bye-now-loreley.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107324041964274342</id><published>2004-01-04T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T13:24:39.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friend Kristina, who was also the host, here are the pictures of the &lt;a href="http://www.qserv.org/OtherPics/Forms/AllItems.aspx?RootFolder=%2FOtherPics%2FKristina%27s%2FNew%20Year%27s%20Eve&amp;View={773956C4-E241-4976-A673-017DB4A14F21}"&gt;New Year's Party&lt;/a&gt; that I attended.  Take a look!  It was wild!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107324041964274342?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107324041964274342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107324041964274342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107324041964274342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107324041964274342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/01/pictures-thanks-to-my-friend-kristina.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107309872735440080</id><published>2004-01-02T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T22:00:21.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RING IN THE NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Year's, I decided to go up to Northern Virginia to my friend Kristina's party.  I left after work from Charlottesville, got up there around 7 to hang out with my friend Nick, and heading over to her party at 8.  It started out great, which I even had some alcohol (which if you know me, you know I don't drink much).  I had a tequila shot, several shots of vodka, a mimosa (orange juice with champagne) and coke with some rum (which the amount that I put in probably wouldn't be considered a rum &amp; coke)!  I was crazy that night, allowing at one point to drop my pants to show my American Flag boxers.  I only showed them after telling some of the people there that I patriotic and they wanted to see them.  Hell, I wasn't even drunk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question is, "&lt;strong&gt;What did I do at midnight?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer was in the bathroom watching my drunk friend puking her guts out in the toilet.  Now, I'm sure you are asking, why would you be doing that at the stroke of midnight.  It's not like you've seen any other drunk ass people puking in the bathroom.  Well, I was worried about my friend because she is diabetic!  I spent from 11 to 1, just hanging out with her, trying to protect her from the other drunken friends from taking pictures.  So, at the the very stroke of midnight, while hearing the countdown outside, I was watching my friend puke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong....I wasn't pissed that I missed the countdown to the new year!  Actually I was very proud of myself for being there for my friend.  I don't get that many chances to be a friend much so this was a proud moment of mine.  I've heard a saying before that says this, "&lt;em&gt;A real friend will help bail you out of jail.....a best friend would be right there beside you in jail, saying 'Damn, that was fun!&lt;/em&gt;  So I guess, I can say I was a true or best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to see my friend &lt;a href="http://va80.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ginger&lt;/a&gt; and meet her fiancee Robert.  All we did was play board games, which was a relief from the night before.  They seem so happy with each other, so I'm extremely happy for them myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107309872735440080?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107309872735440080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107309872735440080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107309872735440080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107309872735440080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2004/01/ring-in-new-year-for-new-years-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107275766240315199</id><published>2003-12-29T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T23:15:52.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Wishes and the New Year coming!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope everyone had a good Christmas this year.  Mine as usual was nothing exciting.  For Christmas Eve, I went down to Newport News to my grandmother's place to have dinner with my dad's family.  Then for Christmas, we had dinner with my mom's family.  For Christmas, I received some clothes, a vacuum cleaner (for my house), a couple of DVD's, gift cards, and towels.  However, for my birthday, I did not get my wish, as the previous entry stated.  Oh well, maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that Friday after Christmas, I came to work but only 5 other people on my floor came to work.  I had to come since my co-worker, Dana, was off and we are the only two people who fax orders for the vendors.  It was a good thing though because my parents went up to my house and worked on it.  Speaking of which, by the end of Saturday, we finished putting all the plywood on the roof, the skylights in, putting tar sheets on the roof, and some of the brick around the house finished.  By today, the bricklayers finished the whole thing of putting all the bricks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, after church, I went to see &lt;strong&gt;The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the Ring&lt;/strong&gt;.  It was incredible!  The battle scenes are amazing and epic.  I want to see it again.  I actually went to see it alone, because my girlfriend had to work on Sunday.  Funny story is that I didn't know that she had to work until the morning service was over with and I asked her what she wanted to do.  When she told me she had to work, I got the idea of racing to see the 11:45 showing of it and leaving to get tickets a few minutes of that.  I just raced into the fellowship hall, while she was eating brunch, told her I'm going to see the movie, and raced out while just hugging her and kissing her on the head.  Nice of me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out a friend of mine just got engaged on Friday.  I'm so happy for her.  Another friend of mine is thinking about building a house with her boyfriend and is thinking about getting married too.  Everybody I know is getting engaged or married now!  I feel so left behind!  Someday......maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like to say that I want to welcome my "complex yet intriguing" friend, if she is reading this.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107275766240315199?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107275766240315199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107275766240315199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107275766240315199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107275766240315199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-wishes-and-new-year-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107228926324358336</id><published>2003-12-24T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T13:09:06.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my 26th birthday today.  Yeah, whatever.  Nothing really exciting happens on my birthday anyway.  I did get milk duds from my co-worker, Dana!  I love the stuff!  I also got a little Star Wars Legos scene from my other co-worker Rachel.  Those two gifts made my day!  My girlfriend Loreley gave me a Star Wars book that I wanted the other day.  I got home from work just now to find that most of my family had called to wish me a Happy Birthday.  I'm glad to know that I wasn't forgotten though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say there's only one that I really want on my birthday.  BIRTHDAY SEX!!!!  I'm still waiting for that to come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107228926324358336?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107228926324358336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107228926324358336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107228926324358336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107228926324358336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-my-26th-birthday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107142704598715175</id><published>2003-12-14T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T13:38:35.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What's going on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, what is going on.  I'll start with the house.  Yesterday, we started by moving all the trusses around for an hour.  Those were extremely heavy!  We got them all moved, we began to build one of the side walls.  After that, we worked on the interior walls for the bathroom and both bedrooms.  Once we finished those, we worked on the trusses.  Before I left, we were able to put up four of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left, I was going to get ready for my company Christmas dinner.  I had to go to my aunt's down the road to get ready (even though they weren't home) and went to pick up Loreley.  We got there near 7, chatted a bit with my co-workers, and then sat down at at table that included my friend Rachel and her husband,  My boss Jason and his, and Darryl who is also in the same department with me.  Dinner for me included grilled chicken, a couple of pieces of steak (small pieces), grilled patatos, and bread.  &lt;br /&gt;When everybody finished dinner, they called out door prizes.  I was the first one to win a prize, which was a 100 dollar gift certificate to The Aberdeen Barn!  I was disappointed because I didn't win the 300 dollar gift certificate to Best Buy!  We also had a gift swap for those employees that wanted to give something.  The gift I bought was a box of liquor filled chocolates, which Mark, the head of the Marketing Dept. picked up.  I got a rookie card of Sammy Sosa, which happened to be the gift that my boss Jason got.  Only four guys participated in the gift swap, so when we went up to get the gifts, Jason was telling me to get that particular gift!&lt;br /&gt;After the gift swap, people started to dance.  I actually danced myself....well not very well...but I did dance and I had a great time!!!!  Loreley was laughing at me because I didnt' have any rhythem!  She was in ballet so she loves to dance!  She was trying to teach me something, I think swing, for a while but I didn't have the right footwork!  The night ended around 10, when everybody was beginning to leave, and I took Loreley home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's been snowing and raining outside.  Church was cancelled from the ice.  We are still going to a birthday dinner for a cousin today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other stuff!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to say that I am sadden to know that &lt;a href="http://www.jennicam.com"&gt;Jennicam&lt;/a&gt; is ending!  I found her site while in college.  I loved it watching her cam!  I told my friends about it and they started watching it.  They even got me a year's subscription for it which was great!  I'm so disappointed that she is finally ending it after seven years.  She was the forerunner of the webcam era!  I will sorely miss watching her life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to send a big ole shout out to &lt;a href="http://www.flickerchick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Flickerchick&lt;/a&gt;.  She wrote about me in her journal that thank me for writing to her.  I know she's busy but I sent her an email to wish her luck with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they caught the rat bastard!!!  Saddam has been captured alive.  And boy does he look like shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107142704598715175?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107142704598715175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107142704598715175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107142704598715175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107142704598715175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/12/whats-going-on-ah-yes-what-is-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107109915588998481</id><published>2003-12-10T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T18:33:40.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A funny thing happened at work yesterday.  An earthquake happened.  I was at my cubicle when I felt the whole place shake.  At first, I thought it was a plane since there is an airport about a mile away or it a black ops helicopter passing over us going to the government building next to us.  A few of us had to get up and rush to the window and see for ourselves, though nothing was visable.  We then began to hear reports on the radio that the epicenter was just south of us at 4.5 on the richter scale.  As I was leaving work, I was hearing on the radio that the earthquake was felt as far south as North Carolina, as far Noarth as Northern Va and Maryland.  I'm beginning to wonder how safe it is to live around here since we've been getting alot of earthquakes.  My only theory is......THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107109915588998481?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107109915588998481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107109915588998481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107109915588998481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107109915588998481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/12/funny-thing-happened-at-work-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107076225386429688</id><published>2003-12-06T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T20:58:32.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quote of the day actually comes from my mom.  Today we spent the day working on my house.  At one point, she looks at me and says to me, "You look like your from Iran!"  I was dumbfounded.  The only explaination for that statement would have be because I have been growing a beard for about a week now and I look scruffy!  I chuckled and just said, "Na, I think I look like an Iraqi!"  She just gave me a dumbfounded look and chuckled a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107076225386429688?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107076225386429688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107076225386429688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107076225386429688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107076225386429688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/12/quote-of-day-quote-of-day-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-107024046551637781</id><published>2003-11-30T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T20:01:57.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Through rain and shine, snow and wind….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this isn’t the Post office motto.  It was actually my Thanksgiving weekend.  It started on Thursday, Thanksgiving, by first cleaning around the house.  Nothing too special, but this year, we usually have a lot of food to cook.  In previous years, I would wake up to the smell of my parent’s cooking for that night when we have everybody over.  But not this year.  This year is different.  This year, I’m building my house!&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, we started the day by cleaning around the house.  However, we didn’t spend much of the day doing that at our house.  We left to go to my place to work on it before we went to Thanksgiving dinner at my aunt’s house just down the road.  We got to my place around 12.  I haven’t been to my property for over two weeks now because we haven’t had much to do.  I was surprised to get there to see that the foundation was up!  We started off by smoothing the ground inside the foundation to be ready to put on the floor joices.  After three hours using a pick and a shovel, I was getting worn out!  But by then, it was ready to go to my aunt’s and eat!&lt;br /&gt;Friday started off at the wee hours of 5:30 in the morning to get up and go work on my house.  I asked off from work to go and build my house.  I got up to find that it was raining a bit.  I thought it wasn’t good to work on a house in the rain, but we did anyway.  We got to my house around 7:30 while a light cold rain fell.  I’m building up in the Blue Ridge mountains so the temperature is about 15 to 20 degrees cooler than it is in the lower parts of the valley.  The sky was a dull gray and misty.  As I looked over to the other side of the mountains, the fog and mist rose like ghosts floating away from their graves.  We spent the day working on the floor beams on top of the foundation.  Throughout this time, the weather would change from a light misty rain, to stop, then pick up a little, get harder, stop, and then pick up again until it began to pour.  I had several articles of clothing and the only spot on my body that faced the elements was my face.  The combination of the cold and the rain stung my face at times.  We all were miserable, including my father who told me he could work in the snow but not the rain.  He complained to me that line several times.  Finally, around 3 o’clock that afternoon, we had enough and left.  However, we were soaking wet to point where our bodies were soaking wet after the rain soaked through our clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday began the same way as Friday did, waking up at 5:30 in the morning.  However, it was raining.  The bad news was it was WINDY AND COLD!!!  Again, it’s a 15 to 20 degree difference in the mountains.  It was cloudy that morning to start off with.  It was so cold that there were snow flurries for about an hour that morning.  We finally got some sun and it warmed up a bit around 11 but we then had to face the wind.  It was so windy that it almost blew us off our feet at times.&lt;br /&gt;During the day, we were able to put on the floor of my house.  I know I spent the day moving all the wood and 4x4’s.  After about an hour of moving the wood, my arms got tired, but I kept going.  I told myself that the pain was good, the pain is my friend.  I never stopped or complained, but I’m paying for it today.  By 6, as the sun was setting, we were able to get to start on 2 of the walls of my house, though we didn’t put them up. I was glad that we didn’t have a light to finish or I would have died there from exhaustion.  The best part was that as we were putting all the equipment up to leave, I spilled gasoline all over myself!  I had to strip down before getting in truck and that was the most agonizing moment since it was so cold up there!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I could not get up to go to church.  I don’t how my folks did it but they went.  I woke up around 9, my whole body sore.  It was difficult to walk around but I soon got the ability to walk.  I got a call from my girlfriend telling me she got back from Ohio for Thanksgiving.  I won’t be able to do much with her the next two weeks since she has exams/tests to study for but I am meeting for dinner tomorrow.  Around 3, I decided to go into town to see the movie “Timeline”.  It was about archeology students going back in time to France in 1357.  Not really a great movie, though it had a lot of action, just not enough plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-107024046551637781?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/107024046551637781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=107024046551637781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107024046551637781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/107024046551637781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/through-rain-and-shine-snow-and-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106990426044706200</id><published>2003-11-26T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T22:38:26.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Giving Thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the spirit of the holiday, it's tradition to give thanks to the things in your life that you are thankful for.  I guess I am in that spirit now.  I want to share what I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm thankful for my parents.  My parents have been a big help to me as of late, especially my father.  They've been a lot of help with the building of my house.  My father has taken charge and I feel lost without him.  My mom has given me a lot of support.  I'm sure that I could plan this house myself, but the job probably would never have been done right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'm thankful for my friends.  I'm glad to have in my life the kind of friends that I have.  We may not talk or interact as much as most friends do, but I know that they are right there for me when I need and I for them.  There are a few that come to mind right now.  My friend &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=tikinaruby"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;, who I have not known that long, but has offered her friendship to me these last few months.  I appreciate it.  My friend &lt;a href="http://va80.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ginger&lt;/a&gt;, who these last few months has been extremely busy herself, but is right there when I need her.  She sent me an email today asking what I want I wanted for my birthday and Christmas.  I refused to tell her what I wanted but I know she is currently financially strapped and was about to move in with her boyfriend, who she is extremely happy with now!  There are other friends that I am thankful to have in my life but I just wanted to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm am thankful for my girlfriend Loreley.  I can't say that our relationship is perfect or great but I am happy to have her in my life.  Our relationship is often a struggle because we deal with finding time to be togther (She goes to school and works and I have been focusing on the house) and some of our beliefs tend to clash.  However, overall, I am just happy to have her in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106990426044706200?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106990426044706200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106990426044706200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106990426044706200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106990426044706200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/giving-thanks-well-in-spirit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106961610381083423</id><published>2003-11-23T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T14:35:44.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Current Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever get those moments when you have so much to talk about yet you don't know how to bring it out or no one to tell?  It's like a little dirty secret that someone tells you but you promised not to say anything to anybody.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106961610381083423?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106961610381083423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106961610381083423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106961610381083423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106961610381083423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/current-thoughts-you-ever-get-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106953846335126963</id><published>2003-11-22T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T17:01:43.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, Loreley and I went over to Rachel's place.  She was having us over for pizza and to watch the &lt;strong&gt;The Two Towers: The Extended Version&lt;/strong&gt;.   Had a good time, the movie was over 3 and 1/2 hours.  I learned that Loreley has a thing for swords!  Don't really ask me about it!  &lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning believing that I was going up to work on my property.  Actually I got a day off since my father went up there yesterday to put some more silt fence and other things.  I found out that all the materials are up there now, including the brick, wood, and cement.  I think my uncle, who is my contractor, worked on the footings during the week.  So this week coming up, since I'm off on Thursday and Friday for Thanksgiving, we may start putting up the walls!&lt;br /&gt;I have to give it to my dad though.  He has been working hard on my place.  I feel bad since I'm hourly where I work at, I don't get that luxery of getting the hours to get off.  I have enough for 5 days now, but I needed to give 2 weeks notice before I do, and with the Christmas season, it's been hectic at work.  Within my department, one of us has to be there.  So I have to give it to my dad in helping me so much with this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106953846335126963?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106953846335126963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106953846335126963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106953846335126963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106953846335126963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/last-night-loreley-and-i-went-over-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106912576947140234</id><published>2003-11-17T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T22:26:54.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Virginity is Overrated!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about the marriage seminar that I went to at my church in previous entries.  The subject that came up most was about our favorite word, SEX!  Yes, sex and marriage, both being talked about in church.  In the seminar, sex was one section of it.  Basically, what the discussion was having sex in the marriage and how males/females view it....or how men want it so much, but women don't.  It's funny to hear the excuses made for why women don't want it is because they are too tired working around the house.  If only the husbands were more responsive to the wive's feelings, if they helped out more around the house, then it would let the wives want more and enjoy sex more often!   &lt;strong&gt;YEAH, RIGHT!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was talking about it in lunch today, to a couple of co-workers, two were guys (one of them was my supervisor), and two were women.  Both guys were saying that that way of thinking with husbands helping out wives would not help out in the bedroom.  It's not true!!!  Even the women agreed!  It means jack shit to women if the guy helps in whether or not he is getting lucky that night!  &lt;br /&gt;One guy even told me a theory of the marbles in the jar.  Apparently this theory is that in the first year of marriage, you put in a marble into the jar for every time you have sex.  Then after that year is up, you take a marble out every time you have sex from that time.  He said that the marbles that you put in would never be completely out of the jar throughout your marriage.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that brings me back to my point of Virginity being overrated.  You often hear growing up, when going to church, to only have sex when you are married...to remain a virgin until that moment comes.  Apparently, it's special to be a virgin on your wedding night!  Maybe.....but does that mean that sex in the marriage is better.  &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T THINK SO!&lt;/strong&gt;  What's the point when there is no guarantee that the sex is going last or even be good.  Sex is just like any part of the relationship when it comes to being with the significant other.  Would you knowingly marry someone that you know you would not be compatible with.  Sex is just as important in the relationship as having the same goals and dreams as the other person is.  So that is why I say virginity is overrated.  Go practice as much as you can before you get married but be responsible about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106912576947140234?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106912576947140234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106912576947140234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106912576947140234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106912576947140234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/virginity-is-overrated-i-wrote-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106901746780814342</id><published>2003-11-16T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T16:18:19.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you believe me when I say that my mother is already setting up christmas decorations!  We usually set them up right after Thanksgiving.  However, she believes that we will be too busy working on my house to do so this year!  Gee's....I can't wait to move out!  The Christmas music is driving me mad!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106901746780814342?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106901746780814342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106901746780814342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106901746780814342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106901746780814342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/would-you-believe-me-when-i-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106895301716634394</id><published>2003-11-15T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T22:24:07.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loreley and I went to the marriage seminar last night at church.  I have to say that I really enjoyed it.  It was a two day seminar and I only expected to come to the Friday night part.  After getting out of it, I wanted to continue on Saturday, which was planned to last throughout most of the day.  However, on Saturdays, I've been either helping my uncle work on his house or work on my property to start building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I asked my father if they needed my help.  I have this idea that my responsibility to help my uncle and work on my property comes before doing the marriage seminar.  Of course I didn't know if they needed my help since I've only been a gofor these last months.  I was surprised to hear him say it's really my decision.  So I decided to go the marriage seminar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the marriage seminar today, it started out with a part on the differences in communication in men and woman.  There was a moment during the discussion that lead to kissing your spouse as a form of communication.  We were all told to kiss each other (by that I mean our spouse/significant other) for about 10 seconds.  When this happened, everybody in the seminar was kissing except Loreley and I.  Why not us?  Well, I was still getting over my cold and sore throat and I didn't want to get her sick.  Poor me!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that session, the men and women were seperated into groups.  The men discussed how we can be better husbands and that sort of thing.  When that finished, we stopped to have lunch.  It was at this point that Loreley had to go to work.  When I came back to the seminar after work, the next dicussion was on SEX in marriage.  This actually blew me away because we were actually talking about the subject in church of all places!  You tend to only hear about sex at church as a sin, but since it was in marriage, it was alright!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that session, it was pretty much it.  Like I said before, I enjoyed it.  I'm not planning on getting married soon, but it does gives some insight on when I do....or if I do.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106895301716634394?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106895301716634394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106895301716634394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106895301716634394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106895301716634394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/loreley-and-i-went-to-marriage-seminar.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106878033845775949</id><published>2003-11-13T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T22:28:43.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I called my friend "C" a couple of nights ago because I haven't talked to her in at least four months.  She wasn't home so I left a message.  She lives in Northern Virginia so I don't get to see her that much.&lt;br /&gt;Well "C" calls back tonight but I am sadden to hear what has happened to her in the last few months.  Her biological father was sick for a long while and died last month.  She broke up with her boyfriend of three years who was constantly cheating on her.  She quit her job because she didn't enjoy it.  And to top it off, she told me she was in a car accident on October 21st.  She said she was still hurting from it and was sick tonight from it.  She is my friend and I love her and I hate not being there to comfort her.  I can only pray to God that he will look out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself, have been trying to get over a chest cold for the last few days.  My voice is hoarse and it has become very deep.  I've been joking with my co-workers that I wish I could sound like this all the time because I just sound so sexy....like Barry White.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think I have TMJ too.  Everytime I open my jaw, I get that popping feeling in my jaw.  My mom gets it bad so I think she past it down to me.  Damn heredity!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night, Loreley and I are going to a marriage conference/seminar at our church.  Now, I have to say that I'm not ready to get married, but I think it may help with reasons for getting married someday and I expect from it.   I thought it was unusal for Loreley to want to go since she is 19 and she says she not ready to marry.  She's been engaged before, but that only last a month.  She believes that she has too much to live for and see before she settles down.  I don't blame her.....I feel the same way about that too.  Anyway, if I learn anything from it, I'll keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106878033845775949?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106878033845775949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106878033845775949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106878033845775949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106878033845775949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-called-my-friend-c-couple-of-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106869413445919787</id><published>2003-11-12T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:29:21.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, I get pissed off when people say how nice I am or that I am such a good guy.  I don't know why that really pisses me off so much.  I shouldn't be.....I'm told I should be flattered when I'm told that.  I keep talking about it to some people and they tell me the same thing too.....that I should be flattered that I am.  I guess I'm just preoccupied with the whole bad boy/good guy image thing.  You know that one, where women date the bad boys because they are wild, crazy, and fun and they only want a nice good guy when they finally want to settle and marry.  I've actually been dumped by a girl who told me that I was just too nice and she only dated assholes and alcoholics.  &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to be bad!  I want to ride a motorcycle....a harley...because they are cool.  I want to drive a fast car, a sports car, just because it's wild and crazy.  I want to be the life of the party and have all the hot chicks want to be with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, who the hell am I kidding.  I'm just a practical kind of guy.  I guess I should be happy to be such a nice guy, right?  You tell me.....you women.....what are the advantages/disadvantages of the nice/good guy?    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106869413445919787?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106869413445919787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106869413445919787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106869413445919787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106869413445919787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/lately-i-get-pissed-off-when-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106852336665323517</id><published>2003-11-10T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T23:03:11.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stumpyourfriends.com/stump2.cgi?5115272110102003"&gt;How well do you know me?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this site where you can make a test and see if people you know know you as well as you think.  Try it and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was pretty dull.  Worked on my uncle's house because my property isn't finshed being cleared.  I was a bit pissed off.  Came home later that night exhausted and went to bed at 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, on Sunday, after church Loreley and I went to see "Matrix: Revolutions".  I didn't really enjoy it.  I really didn't understand it really.  Loreley was arguing with me that I couldn't understand it but it just didn't make much sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss got back from Las Vegas over the weekend.  He went there last week to go to the SEMA show.  Don't ask me what that is.  He brought me back a shot glass.  However, I don't know when I'll get to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also went to Best Buy after work and got me two new movies.  "Zardoz" and "Y Tu Mama Tambien".  I had to get "Zardoz" but that's what I named my journal after.  "Y Tu Mama Tambien" is a great Mexian movie that I saw earlie this year and I had to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106852336665323517?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106852336665323517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106852336665323517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106852336665323517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106852336665323517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/how-well-do-you-know-me-i-found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106826427352272735</id><published>2003-11-07T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T23:04:54.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Loreley and I went out to see "Brother Bear" tonight.  We wanted to see "Matrix: Revolutions" but that was sold out.  Anyway, it wasn't too bad!  Though it wasn't as good as "Finding Nemo", it was decent for a Disney movie.  The only bad thing is that there were a ton of screaming kids all around us!&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to Best Buy!  The only reason I am telling you that is that Charlottesville just got one built and it opened today!  What a great place!  So much stuff that I wanted to get!  Pretty soon they will be putting in a Target!  Woo hoo!  Charlottesville is developing!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106826427352272735?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106826427352272735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106826427352272735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106826427352272735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106826427352272735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/so-loreley-and-i-went-out-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106817667517734006</id><published>2003-11-06T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:44:53.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The spoils of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are great advantages with working at an Automotive catalog company!  Just yesterday, the company was raffling off products that were taking up space in the sample room.  Each employee were given three raffle tickets and given products that matched the other half of the raffle ticket.  I got a Wax Orbital Buffer as one of my products!!!  But that's not all I got though.  Some people never came in to claim the raffles, so the people in charge said just take whatever you want that is left.  I was able to get some cool products!&lt;br /&gt;And today, they were selling some old products that never sold in the catalog.  They were selling them at 90% off to us!!!  So I go in, with a list of them in hand, and was able to get stuff that total about 750 dollars at usual cost for about 75 bucks!!!  Whooo hooo!!!  I got most of my Christmas shopping done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106817667517734006?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106817667517734006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106817667517734006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106817667517734006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106817667517734006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/spoils-of-there-are-great-advantages.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106800420033825383</id><published>2003-11-04T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:50:17.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The weekend update.....even though it's Tuesday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've slacking on writing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to say what I did for Halloween.  I dressed up like Homer Simpson.  I wore yellow makeup, made the big bulging eyes, and a mask for the mouth.  We had a contest at work, and everybody voted for either Funniest, Scariest, and Most Original costume.  I happen to lose by one vote for the Most Original.  I could have tied but I seem to have voted for someone else for Most Original and voted for myself for Funniest.  I could kick myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;As for that night, all I did was go over to a co-workers place for  a couple of hours.  I then planned on going to Buffalo Wild Wings, where a couple of coworkers were planning on going, but at the last second, I wasn't feeling very well because I needed to get the bald cap off my head and the make up off, since I had it on all day.  Well, yesterday I learned that they had the craziest time there so I'm kicking myself for not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the usually working on something.  While my cousin Danny was still excavating my property, I worked on my uncle Willie's place.  Did some sanding and put oil on a bench that they found in the woods.  Was expecting to go to another Halloween party that my cousins were going too but was feeling sore after all sanding.  Again, I just keep finding excuses or reasons to not go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I went to church.  Afterwards, I went out on a Sunday drive with Loreley.  Spent most of the day just driving around Orange, Greene, and Louisa counties.  I actually got to see the town of Louisa for the first time in my life, and I have lived only 20 minutes away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106800420033825383?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106800420033825383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106800420033825383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106800420033825383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106800420033825383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/weekend-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106769302614485489</id><published>2003-11-01T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T08:23:57.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUBREY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106769302614485489?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106769302614485489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106769302614485489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106769302614485489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106769302614485489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/11/happy-birthday-aubrey.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106757067302515190</id><published>2003-10-30T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T22:24:42.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Is it the Beginning of the beginning or the end of the beginning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, two good things happened today.  First, I found my planning book which had everything for the house.  Apparently my father found it in one of the plastic containers that we use to carry tools around.  I was so relieved to hear that news.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I closed with the Mortgage company today.  I signed my life away and now I'm am a home owner.  Scary shit!!!  For the next 30 years, I will be paying for this house, give or take a few years!&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my costume.  I won't say what it is until tomorrow.  Hopefully some people we take a few pictures and I can send them out to anybody who would like to see.  &lt;br /&gt;Also finished working on the Master Scavenger list for my friends up in Northern Virgina.  I hope they have a fun time doing this tomorrow night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106757067302515190?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106757067302515190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106757067302515190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106757067302515190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106757067302515190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/10/is-it-beginning-of-beginning-or-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106748449857012131</id><published>2003-10-29T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T22:28:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IF IT AIN'T ONE THING, IT'S SOMETHING ELSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's how it is with me lately.  Well, the good news is that I finally got my building permit today.  It's the one thing that's been holding me up from finally closing my mortgage papers, which I do so with the Closing Company tomorrow at 2.  After that, all I need to worry about is money and building.  My advice for all of you who are thinking about building a house....DON'T.  It's a pain in the ass.  Buy a house instead.  A lot less hassle with paperwork.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is that I lost my little white book with all my other paper work in it, such as the plans and other little tidbits of info on the house.  I think I might have left it at my property in the shed....which is locked.  But I don't know for certain until I go up Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS for Halloween, well, I'm still working on my costume.  I won't say what I'm doing because a few people I know read this and will see me on Friday.  I have a company lunch on Friday and there is going to be a costume party and contest.  After work, I plan on eating dinner with Loreley but can't do much with her afterwards since she remembered on Monday that she has to usher for something at Piedmont Friday and Saturday night.  I'm so frustrated that I don't get to see her but for a few hours for a few days at a time.  Anyway, after I eat dinner with her, I'm probably going to a party thrown by a co-worker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in charge of compiling a list of items for a scanvenger hunt for my friends up in Northern Virginia on Halloween.  I'm disappointed that I can participate in it but I'm glad to help with the list though.  I have to select a few items from each person's list of items that they send me and I will compile them into one big master list and send it back to them on Friday.  Anybody have any ideas on what to look for on a Scavenger hunt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106748449857012131?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106748449857012131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106748449857012131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106748449857012131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106748449857012131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/10/if-it-aint-one-thing-its-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106687588279121797</id><published>2003-10-22T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T22:26:04.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I admit it....I have an addiction.  I can't help but watch "I love the 80's" on VH1.  How could you not remember the great toys, the aweful fashions, and those unusual fads.  But was your favorite thing from the 80's?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106687588279121797?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106687588279121797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106687588279121797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106687588279121797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106687588279121797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-admit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106658468245507349</id><published>2003-10-19T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T13:34:28.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I feel like an adult now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Loreley and I were invited over for dinner by one of my co-workers, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=tikinaruby"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; , on Friday night at her place.  They, Rachel and her husband Chris, cooked us dinner which was French Bread Pizza and talked.  After dinner, we sat down to watch "The Mummy", which I brought over from my collection since Rachel never saw it before.  After the movie ended, we played a card game (which the name I can't remember) that entailed inflicting damage on another player by laying down cards like kicking, punching, and upper cutting those that you wanted to hurt.  I was the one who got most of the damage.  Why does everyone want to hurt me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great time with them.  However, I have to say that I feel......grown up!!!  I know it sounds funny but this is the first time that I have had a relationship and had a dinner over at another couple's place.  It's what a mature grown up would do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we went up to help my uncle out putting windows in his house.  We couldn't do much on my property since they were going to move the trailer early Sunday morning.  I did find out that the Electric company finally rolled back the service lines so I can now have a cement truck come up without snagging the line.  Now I have to worry about getting the Building permit, which is suppose to take 10 to 14 days, but it's been almost 4 weeks now.  I'm going to go by the county office building tomorrow and check.  They are royally pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Loreley called to ask me if I wanted to go to Kings Dominon today after church.  I told her I was broke, which is true, and tired from Saturday.  She left just after the early service ended.  I really wanted to go too.  After going to Wal-mart after church, I called to see the progress of the trailer being moved.  The good news is that they got it off the land....bad news is that the piece they were hauling it with broke so that have it at my uncle's shop now.  I'm just glad they finally moved it.  Well, it shouldn't be my problem now, right?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106658468245507349?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106658468245507349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106658468245507349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106658468245507349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106658468245507349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-feel-like-adult-now-so-loreley-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106627169356952737</id><published>2003-10-15T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T22:34:53.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;THOUGHT OF THE DAY&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never hold your farts in.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, they travel up your spine into your brain, and that's where you get your crappy ideas from!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106627169356952737?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106627169356952737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106627169356952737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106627169356952737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106627169356952737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/10/thought-of-day-never-hold-your-farts.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106609875278217733</id><published>2003-10-13T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T22:32:32.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Slap my ass and call me Shirley!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have to ask, do you ever feel like you always get what you need but never what you really want?   There's that one thing that you want so desperately and everytime you come close to getting it, it's taken away from you as quickly.  The real kicker is that it may seem so insignificant and you wonder why you want it in the first place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106609875278217733?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106609875278217733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106609875278217733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106609875278217733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106609875278217733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/10/slap-my-ass-and-call-me-shirley.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106601347681948964</id><published>2003-10-12T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T22:51:16.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s been a long few days since I last wrote.  I guess I’ll give you the rundown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Thursday:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed that I couldn’t blog at work anymore.  That’s what my supervisor told me.  I don’t get to blog much at home so I won’t be able to write much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another company softball game after work.  It was our second to last game.  We lost!  After the game though, most of us went out to Buffalo Wild Wings to just relax and hang out.  They went last week but I didn’t get a chance to go.  I actually enjoyed myself hanging with them since I don’t get to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Friday:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly panicked at work when the Closing Company called to say that they neededhe paper work they sent me on Monday by email to be faxed to them that day.  Apparently if I didn’t, I couldn’t close next Tuesday.  I had so many calls to make because of that, I got in trouble at work again.  I’m not going into details but I will say that I got in trouble over the damn house plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to go out with or do something with Loreley Friday night but her mom came down from Ohio to visit it.  So I was extremely agitated over that.  I just came home to watch the Cubs/Marlins game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Saturday:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to work on my property.  That morning, we just did a few things around the property like pulling some barb wire and brush away.  Didn’t expect to do much with the trailer that’s still there.  However, we left to go help my uncle work on his house, but he didn’t need any work.   Instead, a couple of guys that I know came over to work on getting wheels on the trailer to move.  It was an extremely hard job to do because we had to use a bulldozer to lift the trailer, to put the wheels on and to remove the cement blocks that were under the trailer to hold it up.  I took three hours to put all six wheels on.  However, they couldn’t move it that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Sunday:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, Loreley and I went to Cici’s to have pizza.  While there, we ran into a few people from church and had lunch with them.  We then left and went up to the Suger Hollow Reservoir and walked along the river bed.  I then took Loreley to my property to show her the progress.  They didn’t move the trailer like I was hoping they would.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed back to town so I could play my last softball game of the season.  When we got there, we learned that we were one woman short for the necessary five needed to play.  However, Loreley actually decided to come in and play with us!  I was so glad that she did.  Anyway, we lost!!!  Enough said.  Well, I could say that we had a perfect season…..a perfect losing season.  I actually did well by going for 2 for 2 and caught several fly balls!  Oh well, there’s always next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106601347681948964?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106601347681948964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106601347681948964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106601347681948964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106601347681948964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/10/its-been-long-few-days-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106563381575842143</id><published>2003-10-08T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T13:28:08.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;CURRENT EVENTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see what’s going on these days in national and world news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Arnold winning the California election.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that he won, which I don’t mind, it’s the fact of this recall that worries me so.  Will this set a precedent?  In the future will we as a country decide if we don’t like how our leaders do, will we go and recall them just to see if it’s popular and decide on who would be a better leader.  It was a spectacle in California!  Do we really want this sort of electoral process nationally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Iraq&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t want it but did see a threat in Hussein.  We should have removed him in the last war but that probably would have caused the same problems that we have back then.  You have to ask yourself, would you want to have one powerful leader in a self contained country or many volatile leaders going at it and probably disrupting not only the whole country but the whole region.  Still, we have troops over there, which I support, but I would like to see come home even if it means allowing other countries to support Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;The World Series&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I am an Altanta Braves fan.  However, I do like to see the Chicago Cubs and Boston Redsoxs in it.  I would be a great series to see one of them win after such a long draught.  However, I hate the Yankees!!!!  I don’t mind whoever goes but I don’t want to see the Yankee’s win! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;China in Space&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, they are about to send their people in space now.  It would make them the third country in history to do so, behind Russia and the US.  They want to go to the moon too.  I’m kind of surprised that the US doesn’t really care about this.  I figured this would start another space race like we had we the Soviet Union.  Is there a saying that says who ever controls the high road, controls the field....or something like that.  I guess we are just licking our wounds with the Columbia disaster.  Next up....JEWS IN SPACE!!!!  Sorry, just a little Mel Brooks humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Roy mauled by tiger in Vegas&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who is really surprised by this?  It was bound to happen after such a long time doing it.  I’m not saying he deserved this, but when you are dealing with wild creatures like tigers, you have to expect them to get feisty sometime.  I think the tiger was jealous of Siegfried taking up Roy’s time with him!!!  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106563381575842143?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106563381575842143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106563381575842143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106563381575842143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106563381575842143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-events-lets-see-whats-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106540741801004498</id><published>2003-10-05T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T14:25:55.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Birthday dinner's and breaking ground&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend started out on Friday when I went to a birthday dinner for my girlfriend's father.  Before we left, I stopped at their place thinking that it was  a surprise for him.  However when I got there Glenda, his wife, accidently told him so the surprise was gone.  So, anyway, we all went out to a nice German restaurant in Madison called "The Bavarian Chef".  The only people that went with us was a couple from Church.  &lt;br /&gt;I actually got him a present for his birthday, which was a book called "The Purpose Driven Life".  He liked it and said that he was just about to get for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I finally broke ground at my place.  My uncle started out by digging up the spot where I wanted to build.  Found out that there some huge boulders in some spots but nothing really big at where I was going to build.  I was estatic because we were worried that was going to be a problem.  Anyway, I hope to have the trailer moved out next weekend so they can put in the driveway up to the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my company played our 8th softball game.  I won't go into the details.  Just know that we lost.....again!  We suck!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106540741801004498?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106540741801004498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106540741801004498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106540741801004498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106540741801004498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/10/birthday-dinners-and-breaking-ground.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106501856676998246</id><published>2003-10-01T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T10:29:26.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...the good news is that I found out that I haven't been screwed over.  I'm talking about the land that I bought from my uncle and my troubles with building my house.  We were thinking that the spot that I wanted to build at couldn't be built on because it was too rocky underneath.  However, my other uncle, who is my contractor, said it was ok to build on that spot.  But I swear, I was beginning to feel that this deal wasn't worth it.  It was already causing some strain among my family, and even between my parents.  Next time, I'm just buying a house instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had to watch &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/onair/newlyweds/nick_and_jessica/"&gt;Newlyweds: Nick and Jessica&lt;/a&gt; last night on MTv.  I swear it's so funny to watch because you can't help but laugh at Jessica Simpson and feel sorry for Nick Lachey for being married to her.  Last night's episode, Jessica went away for a couple of days and Nick decides to decorate the house.  When she gets back, she is pissed off at him for doing so.  Her reasoning behind her anger.....well, she she wanted to hire a professional designer!  But get this, she tells Nick that she only wants to hire one because she doesn't know what the fashion is these days!!!  From what I saw, Nick seemed to have done a nice job decorating.  Why does she want to waste her money on a decorator when she has her husband?  My God!!!!  She whines too much about things that go what she expects even though she doesn't know what to do about it.  My odds are that Nick is going to get tired of her whining and divorce her in a couple of years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106501856676998246?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106501856676998246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106501856676998246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106501856676998246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106501856676998246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106480255323389054</id><published>2003-09-28T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T22:29:13.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE BEEN ROYALLY SCREWED OVER!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106480255323389054?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106480255323389054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106480255323389054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106480255323389054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106480255323389054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/09/ive-been-royally-screwed-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</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-3639980.post-106471402891645634</id><published>2003-09-27T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T21:53:48.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WA HOO WA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Virginia Caviliers won a close one today.  They played Wake Forest.  By the fourth quarter, it looked like the Hoo's were losing.  In the last 3 minutes of the game, they were down 24 to 21.  In those last few minutes, they got in close enough to let the Virginia kicker kick a 53 yard field goal to tie Wake Forest.  I was shouting and hollaring so much my mother had to come down and ask what was wrong.  I told her and she said I was crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wake got the ball after that and after a couple of plays, Virginia got an sack to give them 4th and 2.  They tried to go for it but Virginia stopped them.  Then it was Virginia's turn.  In the last minute, they went down the field.  Around the last 15 seconds of the game, they kicked another field goal to go ahead 27 to 24!!!!  I was so f*&amp;king happy that I was creaming in my pants.....figuratively speaking.  It in those last 10 seconds of the game was I was hoping that Virginia wouldn't caugh up the game so I was holding my breathe and crossing my fingers.  When on the last play, Wake dropped the ball and my Virginia Cav's won the game.  I was so excited that I was jumping up and down on my couch yelling!!!  I heard my father too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was my excitement for today.  I didn't catch the first half of the game because I went up to my property to dig open the septic tank.  My god that was scary when we opened it up.  Apparently, in the fifteen years that my uncle lived there, he never flushed out the septic tank!!!  EWWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639980-106471402891645634?l=mrzardoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/feeds/106471402891645634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3639980&amp;postID=106471402891645634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106471402891645634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639980/posts/default/106471402891645634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrzardoz.blogspot.com/2003/09/wa-hoo-wa-my-virginia-caviliers-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806890438924605582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
