<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144</id><updated>2009-02-20T16:33:09.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jose Dunlevy Comments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113157210444430883</id><published>2005-11-09T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:35:06.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>yesterday was my mommys birthday! ok..well around 6;15 sammis sister came and got me. she brought sam ashley and i to lacies for her party. we played volleyball and football. then matt g. came over for a while. then he left. then we went to meet tyler and matt mussotti at the old bright spot. then we walked richellie?(dont know how to spell it) park. after this we went back to lacies and listened to music, talked ate a lotta food and went through a lotta drama. then tyler left at like 10 i think. at around 11 something i think cory jake and tyler muzzy came over. they left around 12 something and we stayed up all night talking about stuff that girls normally talk about. well it was really fun anyways. thats all bye -becca &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113157210444430883?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113157210444430883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113157210444430883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113157210444430883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113157210444430883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113155463146583196</id><published>2005-11-09T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:43:51.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trei generali</title><content type='html'> Trei generali  Trei generali se leganau  Pe o panza de paianjen Un general s-a impuscat Au mai ramas doi generali. Doi generali se leganau  Pe o panza de paianjen Un general a fost promovat Au mai ramas doi generali. Doi generali se leganau  Pe o panza de paianjen Un general s-a pensionat. A mai ramas un general. Un general se legana Pe o panza de paianjen Un general s-a suparat Si-a devenit un dictator.   Un dictator Un dictator se legana Pe o panza de paianjen Si fiindca el nu mai murea S-a transformat in imparat.   Un imparat Un imparat se legana Pe o panza de paianjen Si fiindca lui nu ii pasa A devenit nemuritor.   Un nemuritor Un nemuritor se legana Pe o panza de paianjen Si fiindca el a devenit enervant. Istoria l-a decapitat.   Un scriitor Un scriitor se legana Pe o panza de paianjen Si fiindca el n-avea talent S-a prins de coaie c-un patent. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113155463146583196?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113155463146583196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113155463146583196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113155463146583196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113155463146583196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/trei-generali.html' title='Trei generali'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113148629132314145</id><published>2005-11-08T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:44:51.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball</title><content type='html'>Hey yall what is up? I just got back from my baseball game. We won 6-2. Last night i pitched and it was the funniest. i stunk so bad but o well. Its fun to just hang out at the ball parks. Go wendy and brad finally got a kiss lol :) G2g. peace out home dawg arf(&amp;amp;) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113148629132314145?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113148629132314145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113148629132314145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113148629132314145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113148629132314145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/baseball.html' title='Baseball'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113146765946599211</id><published>2005-11-08T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:34:19.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>huisje gekocht.</title><content type='html'>Nou het is dan eindelijk zo ver, weg uit deze klote stad, september verhuizen naar mn nieuwe huisje (happy as can be). Weer verhuizen, de afgelopen 5 jaar ben ik al aardig wat keren verhuisd, hoop dat ik nu even blijf zitten waar ik zit. Eens kijken of ik de jongens kan overtuigen dat dit nu echt de laatste keer is :-). Ik hoef alleen te schilderen en dan kan ik er in....  Eindelijk betere vooruitzichten, nu nog de rest van mijn plannen uitvoeren en ik ben weer een eind op weg naar gelukkig zijn.....................   greetz van mij. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113146765946599211?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113146765946599211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113146765946599211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113146765946599211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113146765946599211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/huisje-gekocht.html' title='huisje gekocht.'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113139976168295481</id><published>2005-11-07T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:42:41.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VICTORY DAY</title><content type='html'>and to all those who don kno wat that is, May 9 th was the 60th anniversary of victory over nazis. don think me weird for posting this, cuz som way or the other all of my relatives who were alive in the years of 1941- 1945 were involved in the war. my grand-father (RIP) became the captain of a destroyer ship on the baltic sea after only one year of academy at the age of 19. my great grand-father (RIP)was involved in the trench war. my grand-mom and her mother and grand-mother were in the city of Dnepropetrovsk when it was occupated. and that is just wat i can think of off the top of my head. so to all of the people who helped us fight, thank u so much. if not for your courage, chances r i would not be here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113139976168295481?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113139976168295481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113139976168295481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113139976168295481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113139976168295481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-victory-day.html' title='HAPPY VICTORY DAY'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113138095096176462</id><published>2005-11-07T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:29:11.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change.</title><content type='html'>First off, MSN's time is behind an hour. Yeah, I'm in Mountain, but it's 2... not 1. Anyway!  I got a new name and all that, basically because I was tired for certain people reading up on me. I love the whole My Space idea, buuuut I wasn't a fan of the fact that some people that really have no reason to know about me were reading my site. I figured heck, why not just get a new name completely??? That's why I opened a new account.  In a month, I will have began college. Holy crap... where did those 18 years go??? It makes me sad because it's like... from now on... my life is all about growing up. It's not about being a kid anymore. It's about gettin the degree to get the job to.... well, work. Mom and I have gotten pretty close the last couple of weeks. I don't know what we'll do without each other. She about cries when she brings up the fact that I'm leaving; she said it's not fair that we're so close and now we're gonna be so far away from each other. I feel so sad leaving, but it's not like I'm never coming back. I'm not even sure I LIKE Midland. So far, that's a big N-O. I'll probably transfer to UNL next year, if stuff stays crappy. I don't even wanna GO to college anymore! Mom thinks I'm just getting cold feet. Could be.   Today I was packing stuff in the basement that I plan on taking me, and it was so surreal. I can't believe it... I just can't. I don't think it'll hit me til classes start. I'm getting scared because everyone keeps saying how much harder college is than high school. I just hope I can make the grades required to keep my scholarship...... and I hope, even more, that not ALL of the girls are completely stuck up. However, so far, I haven't met many nice ones. Most the guys are kinda weird, too. Hopefully Blockbuster will help me meet a decent guy. Hopefully, even more, I can win over the heart of......... I won't mention names. I will win him over, guys. Lex, I'm gonna GET HIM! Just wait...........   Ok, so... new start, new page, might as well do this survey thing. I like doing these. Deal with it lol.  TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey   Name: Jessica May Trussell Birthday:October 21 Birthplace:Spearfish, SD Current Location: Alliance, NE Eye Color:dark brown Hair Color:Brown  Height:5'9 Right Handed or Left Handed:Right Your Heritage:German, Irish.... I dunno. The Shoes You Wore Today:Flip flops. It's all about comfort! Your Weakness:Admitting I'm wrong. Your Fears:Being alone outside at night, snakes, losing my mommy Your Perfect Pizza:Cheese with alfredo sauce instead of the red. (I did work at Pizza Hut, you know.) Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:Make awesome new friendships, get good grades, enjoy my first year of college, and fall in love again. Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:lol or &amp;quot;awww&amp;quot;  Thoughts First Waking Up:&amp;quot;What time is it?&amp;quot; (Usually noon.) Your Best Physical Feature:My big eyes or my hair. Your Bedtime:Anytime after 1 am. Your Most Missed Memory:Being a kid without a worry in the world. Pepsi or Coke:DIET pepsi. MacDonalds or Burger King:Ick. Neither. I'm not a big fan of that kinda fast food. Single or Group Dates:Single. More intimate.... a date should be shared with 2 people, or else it's &amp;quot;hanging out with friends&amp;quot; Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:What's the difference? Chocolate or Vanilla:Vanilla Cappuccino or Coffee:Ick. Neither. No Doz! Do you Smoke:Ew. No. Do you Swear:Every other word. Do you Sing: As much as I can. Do you Shower Daily:Ew. That's gross. I can't stand showering less than once a day. Have you Been in Love:Yeah, been heart broken, too Do you want to go to College:...I am going... not sure to the right place, though. Do you want to get Married:Ooooh yeah. Do you belive in yourself:If I want something, I'll get it, or die trying... so yes. Do you get Motion Sickness:Hellz no. Do you think you are Attractive:Nah. I'm obese. Are you a Health Freak:Yes! Freaked out by health foods... junk food alllll the way. Do you get along with your Parents: Mom is my best friend... Dad is ok. Do you like Thunderstorms:I LOVE thunderstorms. Do you play an Instrument:Clarinet and piano In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:Yeah In the past month have you Smoked:A cigar with Uncle Jon, yeah. In the past month have you been on Drugs:Does No Doz count? In the past month have you gone on a Date:Yup. In the past month have you gone to a Mall:Yup. In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:A whole box? Hell no, I never do that.... but I probably did eat a couple! In the past month have you eaten Sushi:Ew. How about never? In the past month have you been on Stage:Aww no, I wish I was, though. In the past month have you been Dumped:HA! No. I did do some dumping though. In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:Fat people can't GO skinny dipping! In the past month have you Stolen Anything:Yeah, but the guy at Altell encouaged it. Hell, he gave it to me. I LOVE YOU ERIC BALLS! (He's hella sexy) Ever been Drunk:He he he... yeah... Eveninvented a sport...drunken bike riding Ever been called a Tease:Many-a-times Ever been Beaten up:Pffft, I do the beating. Ever Shoplifted:Yup. Chapstick. I was four. How do you want to Die:In my sleep. What do you want to be when you Grow Up:A happy wife/mother with a great job, and comfortable (meaning wealthy) status.  What country would you most like to Visit:Hmmmm.... Italy, I think. In a Boy/Girl..  Favorite Eye Color:Brown. I love looking into dark eyes... but that doesn't mean I don't like blue. Favorite Hair Color:Brown. However, I like some blondes, too! Short or Long Hair:Ew. Short all the way. A guy should NOT be able to put his hair in a pony tail. That's wrong. Height:6'1 and up Weight:Hopefully he's over like, 210. Best Clothing Style:Depends on the guy completely. Number of Drugs he has taken:my guy doesn't do drugs. Number of CDs he own:sHoly balls. Lots. Gotta enjoy music like me. Number of Piercings:NONE. Number of Tattoos:None or maybe ONE small one. Number of things in my Past he Regrets:You can't set a number to that. It's more important that he learnedand moved on. have you ever....  laughed so hard you peed in your pants?Yeah, with my first ex bf. He made me laugh constantly. had a boyfriend/girlfriend that you never really got over?Everyone has that one person. Would I ever go back to him? No. slept in your bathing suit ?Yes gone to school in your pjs?Yes been in love?Yeah... twice. had a day just for you and your bestfriend?Oh yeah.... &amp;quot;girls night out&amp;quot; been so happy you forgot about all that pain?Yeah babysat with a bestfriend?Yes got kicked out of a store because you and your friends were too crazy?No, only cuz they can't catch us... we're the masters of stealth. been in love over the summer but then lost all touch w.him/her when it was over?I wouldn't call it love, but I really really really liked him. He will be mine. Mark my words.  had a foodfight in your kitchen?Nope. layed in your front yard and just stared at the stars all night?Not all night...... tanned on your roof? Been on it, but I wasn't tanning gone skinny dipping with more than 3 ppl?Never been skinny dipping. gone to a crazy party but didnt drink or smoke and still had a good time?Yes had more blonde moments in a day than you can count?I don't try to keep count. done something without even thinking about the consequences?Oooh yeah. I live in the moment. wished you were back in elementary school again? Oooh yeah. I miss recess! stayed up all night w. your friends and just laughed?Yes actually had fun while you were grounded?Yeah. just took a day off of everything for yourself?He he he... yeah cared about someone so much you unintentionally fell in love?Yup fell down because both of your legs fell asleep? Came close. gone streaking with more than 3 ppl?Never been streaking... made out in the rain?No, but I want to!!! had a marker fight in class?Oh yeah... and lost skipped school?Pfffft, only like, 3/4 of my senior year. I think I probably attended a total of 60 days lol stood up for someone, even though you knew ppl might not like you afterwards?Yup. I will always stand up for what I believe in, and I hate it when people pick on the underdog. I don't stand for that. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113138095096176462?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113138095096176462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113138095096176462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113138095096176462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113138095096176462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change.'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113131313426712289</id><published>2005-11-06T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:38:55.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was sooo hyper today!</title><content type='html'>Ok, u should have seen me in my 7th period class it rocked me and this one kid go SOO hyper and my little chinese friend was scared of me and him it we could not stop laughing, so yeah today was GREAT, oh yeah and also in 3rd period I was talking to myself well not technically I was trying to talk to my friend but she wasn't listening so I was basicly tallk to myself and I got in troulbe for talking ot myself!! anyways I wanna know how your day went so send me blogs!!! Hanna &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113131313426712289?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113131313426712289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113131313426712289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113131313426712289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113131313426712289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-was-sooo-hyper-today.html' title='I was sooo hyper today!'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113129515750402096</id><published>2005-11-06T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:39:17.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transit "Peak" hours</title><content type='html'>It's been a couple days since my last transit post, so I figure it's time to pick it back up with a post about transit &amp;quot;peak&amp;quot; hours. I typically leave the house to go into to work sometime between 8 and 8:30 (sadly, getting me the 12 miles out to Redmond by around 8:45 to 9:20, depending on the day). That's frustrating, but mostly because the buses run a lot but are frequently late. It's not unusual to have 20 minutes with no bus, followed directly by three buses playing leapfrog with one another at each corner.  The afternoon is where it really gets irritating. I often leave work somewhere between 6:00 to 7:00pm. Depending on the day, traffic, etc this often means I don't get home until 8 pm or later. Sometimes, even leaving at 5:30pm means I don't get home until well after 7:00pm. Ouch!  So what's going on here? Well, of course some days there is a traffic accident blocking SR-520. Those days involve sitting in one place on the bus for 20-30 minutes while they clean up and traffic starts moving again. Ok, so if we had a dedicated transit lane for the bus (or, better yet, a train) this wouldn't be an issue.  What else? Well, oftentimes it takes so long to get home because of &amp;quot;Peak&amp;quot; hours scheduling. According to the MetroKC transit website, peak hours are defined as 6am-9am and approximately 3pm to 6pm.  AH HA! That means that when I travel in the morning, I'm frequently at the very end of peak time... the time when they actually run a bunch of buses (nevermind that both the 48 bus and the 545 express are both standing-room-only on almost every run in the morning... at least they come every 10-15 mins).  Catching the very tail-end of the morning peak period does have one disheartening side-effect: seeing lots of &amp;quot;Base&amp;quot;-bound buses go past before &amp;quot;my&amp;quot; bus arrives. It's not at all unusual to see a couple dozen &amp;quot;East Base&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Bellevue Base&amp;quot; buses go past (both of Metro transit and Sound transit origin) before the 545 bus arrives.  In the afternoon, I almost always fall outside the &amp;quot;peak&amp;quot; time. So I end up waiting 20-30 mins for a bus. Particularly the 48 bus headed south. It's not unusual for the 545 bus to drop me at Montlake transfer stop just in time for me to see my 48 bus pulling away from the stop up the hill on Montlake Blvd. That's the indication that -- since it's after 6:00pm -- I probably have a 20-30 minute wait until the next bus comes past. Even longer if the Montlake draw-bridge is active :)  What I really need to find is ridership numbers with an hourly breakdown for metro transit. Hmm.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113129515750402096?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113129515750402096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113129515750402096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113129515750402096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113129515750402096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/transit-peak-hours.html' title='Transit &quot;Peak&quot; hours'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113122688029416845</id><published>2005-11-05T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T13:41:20.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaper Quota</title><content type='html'>We were told in the hospital and in our birth class that for however many days old Isaiah was, he should go through that many diapers. So a five day old baby should have about fivesoiled diapers. Well, Isaiah is definately an overachiever. I never thought I'd be changing this many diapers per day.  So far Isaiah seems to be uncomfortable going to the bathroom unless he has a clean dry diaper. We can't seem to get the timing right, cause everytime we change his diaper, he immediately goes to the bathroom again. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113122688029416845?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113122688029416845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113122688029416845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113122688029416845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113122688029416845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/diaper-quota.html' title='Diaper Quota'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113120867180968911</id><published>2005-11-05T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:37:51.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>Graduation is getting closer. Is everyone excited? I'm graduating and I'm going to be out of your lives forever! I already got my cap&amp;amp;gown and all those accessories. I'm just waiting for the tickets so I can give them to people who I want to see me graduate. If it was my choice, I would only invite the people who have really been there for me throughout the year. Not my parents, not my grandparents, but the parents of someone who hates me. The parents are those of Brittany Stewart. Mr. and Mrs. Stewart were always there for me during the year, and I am VERY thankful that they were. But I can't only invite them. I HAVE to invite my grandparents and my parents...oh well...I guess I can do that. I don't have any plans for post-graduation. I have no one to go anywhere with and I do not drink. So after graduation, I'm just coming home and wait for things to happen. I'll get back to you later. Start counting down the days until I'm out of your lives forever. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113120867180968911?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113120867180968911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113120867180968911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113120867180968911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113120867180968911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113114006783398359</id><published>2005-11-04T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:34:27.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Today we got some wonderful news.....my niece (who is like my own child) is having a baby!! I am so excited for her and TJ. They will be great parents for sure. Its so hard to believe she is old enough to be having her own baby. I remember the night she was born. Her Mom was laboring in the hospital and Granny and Memaw was there awaiting her arrival. Kay, Larry and I were at home sitting by the phone impatiently waiting for the phone to ring. Larryhad already threatened Kay and I about answering the phone since he was the oldest he would be ansering the phone finally Kay and I gave it up and went to bed. We hadnt been asleep too long when Larry woke us up and told us it was hailing outside. We all went to the door and looked out and seen the hail and to me they looked as big as golf balls it was such a racket. She was such a wonderful person that the world had to announce her coming. I was only 12 but when I held her the first time I felt like she was mine. So beautiful and so like an angel. Rebekah Hope. We love you and want to say CONGRATULATIONS! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113114006783398359?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113114006783398359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113114006783398359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113114006783398359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113114006783398359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113112235817075269</id><published>2005-11-04T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:39:18.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment to think and reflect</title><content type='html'> Wow....Summer has flown by... sad. I can't help but think 'I've done nothing this summer!' nothing as in nothing productive, yet maybe I have? I tried to make the best of my summer. I got a job, made new friends, got an amazing boy friend, spent as much time as possible with Aly because she is leaving me, and got to reflect on my life a bit.  I can't help but think that this summer has come and gone by as if it were only a day. I can remember Band Camp durinning the beginning of June as if it were yesterday. Sitting on the floor of LMH on the first day, talking to Travis and telling him that he needed to play the trombone with me for beginning band...and that was the start of the best relationship of my life. And I find it hard to beleive, that if that wouldnt have happened, i wouldnt know him, or Becca. And my whole summer would have been different. No going to Webster, no going to Vermillion to watch Becca dance, no 4th of July spent at Mina Lake. No hateing Travis because he got a car for his birthday...again. No Becca.........No Travis........ I can't beleive it.   I don't want to beleive that in 2 weeks Aly will be leaving me in Brookings while she goes off to colege in Nebraska, and I will be left without a best friend in Brookings. Sure there is Dan and Joey and John, but I cant talk to them about the same stuff I do with Aly. There will be no more lunch per during school where we sit on the benches with Erin and Nikki laughing till we cant breath. And there will be no more calls from Aly saying 'hey missy, lets go get lunch' or 'missy, we are having a girls night, get over here' and no more laughing out asses off at play practice because of randome 'aly moments' or 'missy moments' of stupidity. No Aly making fun of me because im the fucking dog catcher while she gets to be Grace. Or me being the Tree while she is Cinderella. Going through the Senior Good-Bye line at the end of play was the hardest thing i have done in a long time. I thought i was gunna die when i got to Erin and Aly. Every time Aly and I looked at eachother we just broke down. It was horrible. I dunno how Im going to handle it when its me standing in line while people hug me good-bye.   So here I am, a big-bad-senior at Brookings High. Aprox 9 months till I graduate and am thrown into the crazy and confusing world we call 'life'. Am I ready to be out on 'my own'? Can I handle college? Will I change friends and fail out of college? Will I become a whore because i have never experienced what it is like to be out on my own? I would hope not...becides the whole ready to be out on my own..i think i can handle that. I dont want to be like who everyone tells me not to become. I am not my sister, i am not my cousin. I am ME. I hope that i will not change when i graduate, and if i change, i hope to God it is for the better. I dont want to totally isolate myself from the world, as im sure i will try and do because that is my way of protecting myself. I dont want to not call my friends who are still in high school as everyone else has done to me. I want to stay in touch, i want to go to Webster randomly and hang out with my best friends in the entire world. I dont want to become the people that have hurt me the most. I have been used, taken advantage of, and then thrown out of their lives enough times you think i would never do that to anyone and i hope to God I wont. If i ever do, please someone slap me. PLEASE.   Anyways....enough reflecting for one night.....that was fun.....and by fun I mean slightly depressing.....oh well. Life goes on right? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113112235817075269?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113112235817075269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113112235817075269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113112235817075269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113112235817075269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/moment-to-think-and-reflect.html' title='Moment to think and reflect'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113103540226664013</id><published>2005-11-03T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:30:02.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entry Written From My Phone</title><content type='html'>I have a Samsung i370 running with pocketpc 2003.  Overall I've been very happy with it.  The battery life is good.  The slide out keyboard is excellent - not just as a keyboard but as a way of answering and unlocking the phone.  I signed up for EVDO 3G with no data limit from verizon.  This is pretty good with coverage over most of new york.    The next step is to write some apps. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113103540226664013?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113103540226664013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113103540226664013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113103540226664013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113103540226664013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/entry-written-from-my-phone.html' title='An Entry Written From My Phone'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113096756669412386</id><published>2005-11-02T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:39:27.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET CULTURED @  Folklorama July 31st - August 13th</title><content type='html'> Feel the Latin Grooves of Oscar Lopes at Manitoba Lotteries Folklorama Kick Off !!   WINNIPEG, MANITOBA - Come join in the fun as we Kick-Off the 36th Folklorama Festival, which takes place at The Forks on Saturday July 30th.  There will be fun for the whole Family from 4:00 until 10:45pm with Oscar Lopez headlining the Big Event.  The main stage will heat up @ 9:30pm with the Latin Grooves of guitarist Oscar Lopes.  The Latin feel is a crutial element in the music of Oscar Lopes Born in Santiago Chile, Lopes moved to Winnipeg in 1979 and now calls Calgary home. In describing his music Lopes says,   &amp;quot; All that I am I owe to my Mother Country - she made me what I am today. There is always a strong Latin beat in my music, definately, because that's who I am &amp;quot;  The Folklorama Kick-Off has been held for the past six years to get Winnipegers geared up for the Festival.  Held on the Saturday of the August long weekend, it gives those who are left in the city an opportunity to spice up their weekend, and it gives them a taste of what's coming to the Pavilion stages throughout the two week Festival.  &amp;quot; It's a great time for families who are in Winnipeg and those with friends and family visiting for the long weekend to come out and get a preview of the Folklorama Festival. It's a FREE event, and we've got a great line up you won't want to miss &amp;quot; says Dave Sherman, Executive Director.   For further Information Contact:  Debra Fehr Director of Marketing and Communications (204) 982 - 6212  fehrd@folklorama.ca   www.folklorama.ca          GET CULTURED WITH 44 FOLKLORAMA PAVILIONS  Folklorama presents 44 Pavilions for the 36th annual Festival. The two week Festival runs from July 31st - August 13th with a Kick-Off event July 30th. Festival visitors will travel the world without leaving the city.   Come and enjoy the home made food, imported beverages and exotic dances of our 44 Pavilions which are clustered throughout Winnipeg.  Folklorama, Canada's Cultural Celebration, is the largest Festival of it's kind in the World, and we're calling all Winnipegers to &amp;quot; Get Cultured !&amp;quot;   One of the meanings of the word &amp;quot; culture &amp;quot; is to grow or cultivate. Not only does Folklorama provide a Fun and entertaining evening, it is an opportunity to cultivate appreciation for other peoples customs, traditions and values.   The mission of the Festival, and all the programs of the Folk Arts Council, is to celebrate diversity and promote cultural understanding.  The Folklorama Guide hits the streets of Winnipeg in the Free Press on Saturday, July 16th. The Guide includes show times, pavilion descriptions, and a newly formatted centre map that will make planning your evening easier than ever.  Single admission tickets are only $3.75 and available at the pavilion door.  Family packs, 12 tickets for the price of 9 , are $33.75 and available at pavilions, and can be purchased in advance starting July 16th at Cambrian Credit Union branches.  Children 12 and under are free when accompanied by an adult.  Folklorama welcomes tours for individauls, groups of 15 or more, and groups with special needs. Please call 1-800-0234 or (204) 982-6210 for more information.    I hope to see you all there, if the Event is anything like the Media Launch that I attended this past Thursday ( photos below )then we should all have a BLAST !!      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113096756669412386?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113096756669412386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113096756669412386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113096756669412386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113096756669412386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/get-cultured-folklorama-july-31st.html' title='GET CULTURED @  Folklorama July 31st - August 13th'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113094951961059572</id><published>2005-11-02T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:38:39.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding through Trails and Struggles</title><content type='html'>It rains on the just and the unjust but does God really allow us to go through trials and struggles in life? Sometimes wemisunderstand and think if God really lovesus and is with us, thatwe will never go through any trials and struggles butthat isn't true. Often I have found through those trails and struggles in my life I amstrengthened in my faith andrecieve evenmorespiritual awareness. Paul speaks of this in 2 Corinthians 6:3-10. &amp;quot;We try to live in such a way thatno one will be hindered from finding the Lord by the way we act, and so no one can find fault with our ministry. In everything we do we try to show we are true ministers of God. We patiently endure troubles and hardships and calamities of every kind. We have beenbeaten, been put in jail, faced angry mobs, worked to exhaustion, endured sleepless nights, and gone without food. We have proved ourselves by our purity, our understanding, our patience, our kindness, our sincere love and the power of the Holy Spirit. We have faithfully preached the truth. God's power has been working in us. We have righteousness as ourweapon, both to attack and to defend ourselves. We serve God whether people honor us or despise us, whether they slander us or praise us. We are honest but they call us imposters. We are well known, but we are treated as unknown. We live close to death, but here we are, still alive. We have been beaten within an inch of our lives. Our hearts ache, but we always have joy. We are poor, but we give spiritual riches to others. We own nothing, and yet we have everything.&amp;quot; Thisquote maysound be abit extremefor some of us but let us look at it from a new christianview point.... Let us say you used to do and hang out with people who did things that Godhates and says &amp;quot;anyone living that sort of life will not inherit the Kingdom of God ( Galatians 5:19-21)&amp;quot;. Here are afew examples: &amp;quot;sexual-immorality, impure thoughts, eagerness for lustful pleasure, idolatry, participation in demonic activities, hostility, quarreling, jealousy, outbrust of anger, selfish ambition, divisions, the feeling that everyone is wrong except those in your own little group, envy, drunkeness, wild parties, and other kinds of sin (Galations 5:19-21)&amp;quot;. And when this new christian gives their life to the Lord (Jesus Christ), theHoly Spiritstarts to convict or showsthem thingsthey should no longer do anymore or be a part of... For the Word of God is the the LIVING WORD of God..... Hebrews 4:12-13 &amp;quot;For the word of God is full of living power. It is sharper then the sharpest knife, cutting deep into our innermost thoughts and desires. It exposes us for what we really are. Nothing in all creation can hide from him. Everything is naked and exposed before his eyes. This is the God to whom we must explain all that we have done.&amp;quot; So do you think those same people whothey used to do all those sinful things with will be happy for them?Of course not! They will thinkthe worse ofthem and they will despisethem becausetheywill no longer back the selfish sinfuldesires of their lost friends by doing and taking part in the thingsthat makes them &amp;quot;unacceptable to God. Mark 7:20)&amp;quot;. That is whyGod's word says &amp;quot;Don't team up with those who are unbelievers. How can goodness be a partner with wickedness? How can light live with darkness? What harmony can there be between Christ and the Devil? How can a believer be a partnerwith an unbeliever? And what union can there bebetween God's temple and idols?For we are the temple of the living God. As God said: &amp;quot;I will live in them andwalk among them. I will be their God, and they will be my people. Therefore, come out from them and seperate yourselves from them says the Lord. Don't touch their filthy things, and I will welcome you. And I will be your Father, and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty.&amp;quot; (2 Corthinthians 6:14-18) We are to pray for the lost and be a Chirst likeexamples to the lost but we are not todo the things they do. Some of you who are married to an &amp;quot;unbeliever&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;a person who claims to be right with God but doesn't walk the walk and talk the talk,&amp;quot;keep the faith in God and your marriage for I was once one of them. Pray forthem daily and treat themas God leads you and if you believe and trust in your heart, God willchange them.(2 Timothy 2:23-26 is good advice.) There is no person in the bible, I can think of at this moment, thatdidn't have any trails or struggles in their life. Can you think of any? Can you think of anyone in your life right now who hasn't gone through any trails or struggles?  God shows himself throughour trails and struggles.Just think if Moses cameup to Pharoah and say &amp;quot;Let my people go!&amp;quot; and Pharoah replied,&amp;quot;Okay take them I couldn't care less.&amp;quot; God would not of been able to show himself to His people or His powers to anyone.Whatways didMoses grow in his faith in Godwhen confronting Pharaoh and dealing with God's people? InGod'spowers and plagues on the Egyptians and Phoroah -how did God show himself to Moses, thepeople of Isreal and the Egyptian people?  God does this today for us as well?We have to go to God and giveour faith and trust totally toHim in allour situations that occur or may or may not occur.A friend of ours was having problems with their bank.The bankhad sent outa letter or letters in themail saying that they hadn't been paying their payments on their house but the reason they hadn't been paying payments on the house was because the house was already paid for.... They called the bank but they wouldn't listen so they prayed andthe bank called them back on the phone a few days laterand said...&amp;quot;Look we are sorry, it was our mistake. The house is paid for and the papers for house are in the mail.&amp;quot; Another friend of ours, needed abigger car to fit his entire family into. They tooprayedto God that He would give thema car. He also asked God that the car wouldn't make themgo into further debt.Afew weeks later, his brother callshim on the phone from Dallas and asks if he would like to swaptheir car for hisvan. The van was paid for andthe brotherdidn't care what condition their car was in because he was just going to trade the car in for some money down on a new car. None of your problems are too smallor too big for God. I have even seen God heal injures and sickness. I have seen it.God does answer prayers if you just trust and believe. God allows us to go through trails and struggles when we head off that Christ centered mindset or path. This is where we often end upin the thorn bushes of confusion, depression, frustration and anger. Our ownsin or lack of focus on God is what often leads us there.....I don't know about you but when my own selfish desires, wants and needs get nested in my thoughts it's hard to see clearly. We only see it our way and not anyone elses. An example of this happen to me about a year or two ago after aSunday morning church service. My wife wanted to stay after church and watch a Christian movie. I wanted togo home. We had been at the church most of that week and I was just ready to spend sometime at home.My wife tried to seek a middle road and said. &amp;quot;Well you can go home and then I'll see ifmy parents can't just drive me home.&amp;quot; Well we live about 20 minutes from the church and I didn't want to havemyin-laws to have drive all the way out to our house when they live only 5 minutes from the church. I also didn't want todo anotherforty minutes of driving back and forth so I first got frustated and then angry. I ended up slamming the car door and leaving the church parking lot. On the way home, I lamented angerly tothe Lordabouthow terrible it wasthat she wanted to spend even more time at the church and not just spend sometime at home relaxing with me. 20 minutes later I was still mad but my thoughts became quiet and that tiny voice inside my head began to speak to me and said,&amp;quot;Are you being selfish?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Me selfish? How am I being selfish Lord?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;How are you suppose to love your wife?  &amp;quot;As you love me, Lord.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;A man of God doesn't think of himself but puts otherpeople'sneeds and wants in front of his own needs and wants.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But isn't she suppose to listen to me and care about what I want to do, God?' &amp;quot;She wants to learn more about Me. Is thatSO wrong? You areangry with her because she wants to learn more about Me?&amp;quot; You know I guess I never thought of it that way God. You probably don't have to imaginethat it didn't take me very long before I was back in that car heading in the direction of the church...again. My own selfishness led me one heck of a roller coaster ride of emotions but looking back I am grateful for God's gracious correction for it has made me think about my reasoning before I get upset. Isaiah 55:11 states, &amp;quot;It is the same with my word. I send it out, and it always produces fruit. I will accomplish all I want it to, and it will prosper everywhere I send it.&amp;quot;  2 Corinthians 7:10 &amp;quot;For God can use sorrow in our lives to help us turn away from sin and seek salvation.&amp;quot; I can't think of a better illustration thenwhat the Lord has reminded me ofwhen I read this scripture. Alady or young woman, who was unmarried at the time,got pregnant and she thought the best way to handle the situation was tokill the fetus/ little babygrowing insideof her.Instead of giving her a peace, this decisionultimately haunted her. It wasn't until she finally gave her life toChrist thatshe finally askedfor the Lord's forgiveness and to take that heavy burden from her. She will always rememberthat terrible decisionjust like a smoker's lungs remembers every cigerette butshe learnedto live by God's grace andit' a strong reminder to never go down that same road again.Through this haunting experience, she can help other girls and women to make the right choiceinstead of the wrong one that she had made so many years ago. She also can talk to other girls and woman who made the same choice she did andtell how Christ has helped her cope with thistragic decision in her life.She also has an extra desire for salvation and that is to see that baby, she never knew, up in heaven. Trails and strugglesshow us that the world will never make us happy. I was at the library today for storytime talking to another parent when he mentioned howdiscouraging thevalues of this world have become to him. The values of this world have becomeso greedy, materialistic, liberal, time and activity driven,anti-conservative, anti-family and confusing to children.He wanted to get away fromhis way of lifebut didn't know how. His wife was always working. Hisartistic trade was starting to pick up with the summer art show season causing less time for him and his daughter to be together.The world's value system was starting tocrept into his nurturing and parental responsibilites. He remembered someof his friend's children who were raisedin their parent's40 to 50 foot boat in theCaribbean and how emotionallybalanced, respectful, smart andun-influenced from television the childrenwere. He went on to say thatthese same children asyoung adultshad no problem getting accepted into universities of their choice and graduating with very wellrespected degrees.It was clear to him that having mom and dadalways around and being away fromthe values of mainstreamAmerica media was a major contributing factor to his friend's children's successes in life. Once again, this parent felt that he needed to seek something else out for him and his family but he didn't know how or where? I knew that feeling.... it's scary only to seewhat the world's valuesbeingoffer to you and your family. It's also scary to do what isright and give up the&amp;quot;things&amp;quot; in this life totruely find &amp;quot;life&amp;quot;.I told him if he was feeling a push to seek a better life that he needed tocontinue to seek it. He knew my Christianview pointand replied, &amp;quot;I know what your getting at, I just don't have the guts.&amp;quot; God has more to offer you then any job, any amount of money, any amount of possessions, any amount of fame, or any of those other things thatthis worldhasfor you in it's dark slippery pit. All the thingsthis world as to offerwill take you away from your family and God. This parent was going through this trail and struggle as a sign from God.He knew all thethingsthe world values, had nothing to offer to satisfiy a person's spirit. The values of the worldare dead ends. Heinstiinctively knewnothing could fill that God shaped hole in him or any of his family. He didn't just need God to show him the way but He needed to reach out to God and accept Him into his life so he and his family could find that peace andreassurancein what ever occurredin their life. Romans 8:26 &amp;quot;And theHoly Spirit helps us in our distress. For we don't even know what we should pray for, nor how we should pray. But the HolySpirit prays for us with groaning thatcannot be expressed in words. And the Father who knows all hearts knowswhat the Spirit is saying, for the Spirit pleads for us believers in harmony with God's own will. And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. For God knew his people in advance, and he chose them to become like his Son, so that his Son would be the firstborn, with many brothers and sisters. And having chosen them, he called them to come to him....&amp;quot;  When we go through trails and struggles, wealso may share in the similar experiences with non- Christians so we may understand what they are going through and may help bring them to Christ. Paul writes this in 1 Corthinians 9:22 &amp;quot;To the weak, I became weak, in order to win the weak, I became all things to all people, so that I may by means save some.&amp;quot;  We also may go through trails and struggles similar to what Jesus and others went through in the bible..... Has your understanding, patience, kindiness, sincere, loving thoughts and actionsever been trampled and stompedon by someone you care much about? Have you ever been accused of something you have never done? Have you ever been lied about? Have you ever been judged unfairly upon? Ever been hit or abused? Ever been cursed at and spit on? Everfelt punished for doing the right thing? Ever felt like a doormat? Think of what Jesus must of gone through for you and I.Weoften don't appreciate what someone has done for us unless we have gone through it ourselves.....the only thing is Jesus always said and did the right thing when he was treated in thesenegative ways and much worse. Here is a list to reflect on when you go through trails and struggles. 1. God showsand convicts us on what we shouldand should not do. 2. God shows us when we head off that Christ centered mindset or path. 3. It helps us turn away from sin and seek God and His salvation. &amp;quot;Suffering is all part of what called you to God.&amp;quot; 1 Peter 2:21 4. Show us that the none ofthings thatthe world values will ever make us happy. 6. God reveals more of himself and his love for us when we go through trails and struggles. 7. God gives us the opportunity to share in similar experiences with non-christians so that we may understand and help them come to Christ. 8. God may have us go through trails and struggles similiar to what Jesus and others went through in the bible. We often don't appreciate what someone has done for us unless we have gone through it ourselves. I hope this hasbeen helpful to any of you as it has been to me. May God bless you and reveal more of himself and His will for you in this life.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113094951961059572?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113094951961059572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113094951961059572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113094951961059572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113094951961059572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/understanding-through-trails-and.html' title='Understanding through Trails and Struggles'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113088129759248801</id><published>2005-11-01T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:41:37.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>really creepy guy...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting in my office minding my own business. It's a great office that sits on the corner - but only has one window which is positioned behind me and my desk. Some brilliant engineer decided a window wasn't necessary along the north wall, and that sucks, because I'd have a great view of everything happening on the outside. Maybe if they ever remodel...   Anyway, I'm not really working, but rather talking on my cell to my friend, Jean, who - well, that's a whole nother story for another time - anyway - this creepy guy comes in talking a mile a minute like I'm suposed to know who his is, and he never gives his name but is asking about some property because he's doing some sort of environmental investigation of some kind and I have no idea what he's even asking me, if in fact he's asking me anything at all, because he's just standing at this massive map on my wall and wanting to know where the scale is. I didn't even realize it had a &amp;quot;scale&amp;quot; - it's just the &amp;quot;official zoning map&amp;quot; that they forced us to hang up. But I find the scale in the bottom right hand corner. (1 inch equals 650 feet for all you really wondering.)   Then he's measuring things and muttering and saying things like &amp;quot;one-tenth of a mile&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;what's the elevation&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;is there storm sewer'? And I'm still sitting there wondering what on earth he's talking about. I mean, I'm a pretty intellegent person, but he was making me feel really stupid because I couldn't follow him.  He asks if there's anything else he needs and I'm yelling, &amp;quot;LIKE WHAT?! What are you here for?&amp;quot; And he comes over to MY side of the desk - yes, MY SIDE - and actually physically moves my computer so he can see it. What do you think you're going to find? Me blogging on the internet? Hello! I clicked out of that the second I saw you! (Truthfully, I was really working.) So I yelled out, &amp;quot;DENNIS!&amp;quot; and my co-worker getting water down the hall came and saved me.   What a freak. Don't ever go on my side of the desk. He was certainly odd. I still have no idea what he was doing, but I guess Dennis had it figured out he needed to see the head of Public Works. Thank God, because I really thought I was losing it.   My job would not have helped him out in the least bit! Now I want to go lock my door... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113088129759248801?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113088129759248801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113088129759248801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113088129759248801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113088129759248801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/really-creepy-guy.html' title='really creepy guy...'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113086259814767197</id><published>2005-11-01T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:30:00.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Arc~en~Ciel-9/10 LIVE</title><content type='html'> 8anywayLIVE       LArc~en~CieltetsuLArc~en~CielLArc~en~CielLArc~en~CielRock Band1991tetsu  Vocal: hydehydememberhydeinghydehyde  Guitar: kenkenLArc~en~Ciel  Bass: tetsuLeaderLArc~en~CielLArc~en~CielLArc~en~Ciel2tetsubass  Drums: yukihirosakuraDrums97yukiyukiyuki  NEVER END-LIVEENDING 1993 Because of NightEndingShutting from the skyIndiesLivehydehydehyde  1994 Sense of Time 94 FinalEndingWhite FeathersLArc~en~CielWhite FeatherssakurahydeguitarhydetetsukensakuraFansLArc~en~Ciel  1995Heavenly FilmsEndingVivid ColorsVivid ColorsEncoreWhite Featherswhite feathersLArc~en~CielEncorehighFanstetsuhydekenFans94hyde4White Feathersheavenly 1996 Kiss Me Deadly~revenge~EndinghydeMC7kenfansfansfeel heavenly, feel heavenlyhydefansfeel heavenlyhydetetsusakurahallhydeLiveIm so happyhydesakuraLArc~en~CielLive  1997ReincarnationEndingLiveLiveReincarnationsakuraLArc~en~CielLArc~en~CielLive5Tokyo DomehydeLiveLivehydefansdepresshydeMC-(fanshyde)-Tokyo Dome(fans: yeah~~)hyde-(fans: yeah~~)-() (fans: yeah~~) (yuki)-(fans: aaaaa???)(yukihydehyde)-(yuki)-fans-LArc~en~Cielfans+tetsu-LArc~en~Cielfans Tokyo Domefans-hydeyukibasskenguitarhyde -Thank you!()BGMEnyaBook of DayshydetetsuKAWAI To be continued...... HellAngel &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113086259814767197?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113086259814767197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113086259814767197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113086259814767197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113086259814767197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/larcenciel-910-live.html' title='L&apos;Arc~en~Ciel-9/10 LIVE'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113079526305686959</id><published>2005-10-31T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:47:43.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for fort scott</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe they left me there, i went to fort scott with emily to help her move in and after we got all settled, we decided to go to pittsburg to a frat party. I was having a great time and emily and her roomate were gone, i looked everywhere. they just left me there, no transportation whatsoever. they didnt say goodbye and we werent mad at eachother or anything, and you all know i dont have a dang phone. so im stranded like 45 minutes away from where i was supposed to be staying. oh lol, i saw fabian at the party, small world huh. but anyways, Nate and lester took me back to fort scott, and i stayed at nates with nate, some other dude, carl, and kayla. the next day i had cheerleading practice so im speeding home and didnt even realize i took a wrong turn, oh crap, so needless to say i was late for cheerleading wearing the clothes i slept in and wild hair lol. Brenda just shook her head. i sat down by hilary at cheerleading and she tells me thatmom called emily. ugh!!! and of course emilys not gonna say hey i left your daughter at a party, she says something to the effect of betsy didnt stay with me, shes probably with nate. yeah, not smart, thanks for covering for me emily, nope gotta save your own ass. so i get home and moms pissed of course, she thinks i &amp;quot;spent the night&amp;quot; with some guy that she doesnt know. i didnt even bother explaining, just took the lecture. oh well, i suppose she'll think what she wants anyways huh. so, now i probably wont be able to go to fort scott any more which stinks cause i want to see some close friends that i have made up there, ill think of somethin!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113079526305686959?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113079526305686959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113079526305686959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113079526305686959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113079526305686959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-much-for-fort-scott.html' title='so much for fort scott'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113070787469990764</id><published>2005-10-30T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:31:15.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new barbie!</title><content type='html'>So emily came into work today with a littl present for me to day. can you guess what it was ! ok well i will tell you it was my very own BARBIE! thats right a barbie ! but not just any barbie a cali girl one named TERESA! mmmmhmmmm! thats right folks! and not only that but shes scented too! whats cooler then a scented barbie! thats right NOThing in the flipping world! shes dark like me hahah and shes got some kick ass sunglasses on her head! in addition to all that kick ass stufff i just told you she has a bottle of spf 45 in her hand! but what i dont get about it is that shes so tan but has sunblock on! omg its a consperacey....sp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok well i just thought everyone should know about the BARBIE EMILY bought ME thats right!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113070787469990764?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113070787469990764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113070787469990764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113070787469990764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113070787469990764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-new-barbie.html' title='my new barbie!'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113069005740365789</id><published>2005-10-30T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:34:17.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>I always seem to have as much fun as I can and try to keep everything relatively balanced. I might as well, hell I'm only 24 and still have lots of time left. Yet amoungst all the fun and friends and parties, I find myself lost in the underlying plot. Consumed by this ever changing world. I am trapped in a box manifested by my inner turmoil. Yet I still seem to wear a smile on my face. Why not, I might as well. You might as well live each day like it is your last. At night, I like to lay in my bed looking over the adventures of my day and making sure I have lived life to the fullest and making sure there isn't anything I really regret. For the most part I find myself satisfied with my decisions. Yet there is a nagging voice hidden in the back that always finds something I need to resolve to find that absolute bliss I seek. A bliss that merely makes me truely happy...a bliss that most never find. I am not saying happiness in it's normal form. I'm talking about a happiness inwhich I never find something I need to resolve. A happiness that I am sure one only finds when they have reached the moment of their death. A happiness that really can only be experienced at that exact moment. But why must we wait for that. Why can't we just experience it now. Why must life be so flawed. Why must we find ourselves consumed by feelings that may not be right. Feelings that lead us to be lost, when really we are not. We merely forgot to take off the blindfold that morning. We forgot that we are not blind, just forgetful. So remember...no matter what, do what your heart and soul tell you to do. That way you will not have any regrets at the end of the day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113069005740365789?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113069005740365789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113069005740365789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113069005740365789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113069005740365789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_30.html' title='..'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113062238609206698</id><published>2005-10-29T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:46:30.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>Yay! So I went to Fargo with my home girl Ashley this weekend.. and well.. that rocked.. hard. I got hit on by a college guy.. and that was kind of weird.. considering Im only 15 and he's like.. 20 something.. lol. But blaaaaah Im sick and it really sucks bad becuz Im all.. congested and shit.. and thats just no fun! Tomorrow... I have to go over to Kita's to do our Spanish project.. well.. since its all my fault that it got all fucked up.. uhm.. sorry I guess. But yes.. Im of.. cheerio! &amp;lt;333333333---loryn &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113062238609206698?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113062238609206698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113062238609206698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113062238609206698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113062238609206698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113053610675243250</id><published>2005-10-28T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:48:26.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Starting this Blog.</title><content type='html'> Quote  Starting this Blog. Now here I go now creating a blog. This is my third different blog out here. This one may be better than others, but we'll see. Live journal and my space were the other two.  I'm excited that I will be going back to college soon. I can only handle living with my mother for so long. She drives me crazy. I love her, but she gets on my nerves.  -Melissa   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113053610675243250?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113053610675243250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113053610675243250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113053610675243250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113053610675243250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/talking-about-starting-this-blog.html' title='Talking about Starting this Blog.'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113051745417222562</id><published>2005-10-28T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:37:34.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend's gift (CARO)</title><content type='html'>  &amp;quot;another world, another way, a horrible past, a promising future, a different present .... found solutions to old problems, haunted thoughts are no longer after me.. still, i remain here, in another place besides my seat. i don't want to go, i don't want to stay, i want to find my self, i laugh of old terrors, i live for the moment, is now or never, let me be what i came here to be, me&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113051745417222562?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113051745417222562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113051745417222562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113051745417222562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113051745417222562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-friends-gift-caro.html' title='My Friend&apos;s gift (CARO)'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113044909204336424</id><published>2005-10-27T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:38:12.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of love and shadows</title><content type='html'>  Of love and shadows  In thinking of your past love, you may view it as a failure. But when you find a new one, you suddenly see this failure as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn't really matter who won or who lost. What is important is you know when to hold on and when to let go! You know you really love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if his or her happiness means not being part of it. Everything happens for the best. If the person you love doesn't love you back, don't be afraid to love someone else again; you'll never know if it will be returned unless you give it a try. You never really loved unless you risk for it. Love strives and grows in hurting. If you don't get hurt, you don't learn how to love. Love doesn't hurt all the time. The hurting is there to test you and help you grow. You cannot finish a book without closing its chapters. To move on, you have to leave the past in the same way you turn the pages. Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture wherein we are always learning, discovering and growing. Love's greatest irony is letting go when you need to hold on and/or holding on when you need to let go. Loving people means giving them the freedom to choose whom and where they want to be, regardless whether those choices lead towards or away from you.   We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called `falling in love' because you don't force yourself to fall. You just fall. In falling out of love, take some time to heal and then get back. But don't make the same mistake of going with the same one that first threw you. Reaching for another risks involvement. To expose your feelings is to expose your true self. Loving again risks rejections, in the same way that life risks death and hope risks failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is risking-and reaching for-nothing! How to define love? It means falling but not stumbling, being constant but not too persistent, sharing and never being unfair, understanding and trying not to demand-and hurting without keeping the pain. Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or carve into the soul wonderful images that last for a lifetime. It can hurt your heart, fill you with desire, and tear you apart. Love should inspire you and give you joy and strength. Though the very things that do so can also hurt you in the end. For all the heartaches and tears, the gloomy days and fruitless years-give thanks, for these were the things which helped you grow. Love requires that certain risks be taken, matter how scary or painful. Only then will you experience the fullness of your humanity. If you're not ready to cry, take risks, to feel the pain-then you're not ready to fall in love.  When you decide to love, allow it to grow and refuse to let it die... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113044909204336424?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113044909204336424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113044909204336424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113044909204336424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113044909204336424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-love-and-shadows.html' title='Of love and shadows'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16092144.post-113043112794090902</id><published>2005-10-27T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:38:48.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooo!</title><content type='html'> The cruise kicked some major ass. The only thing that really sucked about it was the trip back, waiting eight hours in an airport and having the flight cancelled, then taking one at 6:15 A.M. After the two hour flight my brother and I still had the four hour drive to Ohio from Pennsylvania, but other than that whole ordeal everything was great, great God damn it! Saturday was kind of depressing, though, leaving all the new friends you made and realizing that you're going back to real life. For the most part I'm just going to be bored for awhile. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113043112794090902?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113043112794090902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113043112794090902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113043112794090902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113043112794090902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/woooo.html' title='Woooo!'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01685798996902527837'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>