<?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-16092144</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:22:18.857-07:00</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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-16092144.post-113036321508531057</id><published>2005-10-26T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:46:56.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Quotes</title><content type='html'>Hey thought i'd just start something and get a bunch of quotes that are funny or just dumb and blog'em every now and then. Enjoy  -Never turn your back on a charging turtle. -Never get in a spitting contest with a llama. -Golden, Ripe, Boneless Bananas, 39 Cents A Pound -Sure there have been injuries and deaths in boxing - but none of them serious.&amp;quot;  -You guys line up alphabetically by height -Men, I want you just thinking of one word all season. One word and one word only: Super Bowl.&amp;quot;  -I get to go to lots of overseas places, like Canada.&amp;quot; -Most cars on our roads have only one occupant, usually the driver. -It is wonderful to be here in the great state of Chicago -It's time for the human race to enter the solar system! -I love California, I practically grew up in Phoenix. -Strangely, in slow motion replay, the ball seemed to hang in the air for even longer. -I haven't committed a crime. What I did was fail to comply with the law. -We're just physically not physical enough. -The doctors X-rayed my head and found nothing  That's all for now,and if you have any you think are funny leave a comment &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113036321508531057?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113036321508531057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113036321508531057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113036321508531057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113036321508531057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/cool-quotes.html' title='Cool Quotes'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-113034424334013994</id><published>2005-10-26T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:30:43.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2005817  TA  Job</title><content type='html'> 2005817 TA Job  UNIXCS  TA KarenTA4OS  TAOS3Project, kernel. UNIXUFL1RATA  70040002 CSTA15000/year, 9000TA11000School of Computing?? 15000Introduction to Computer Science, Introduction to C Language,   CSEnglish Argue. extremely unfairTA  Director &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113034424334013994?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113034424334013994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113034424334013994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113034424334013994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113034424334013994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/2005817-ta-job.html' title='2005817  TA  Job'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-113027576652538722</id><published>2005-10-25T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:29:26.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about 'Downing Street Memo' Web Campaign For Coverage - KNTV-TV -
 MSNBC.com</title><content type='html'>I took the time to read the Downing St. Memo at http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2087-1593607,00.html  I participated in several rallies to protest the American troops goinginto Iraq. When the war began I didn't hold any grudges against our military for going. I sent and am still sending cookies via the USO, praying daily for the safe return of our troops and support our troops overseas by working with a relief program for their families whose lives have been so totally disrupted.  I am totally appalled by the actions of our President concerning this conflict. I personally want to know why he lied to the American people, people he swore to serve. I want to know how he cancall himself a Christian, stand in the presence of God, defile the honor of United States and destroy the lives of countless American soldiers, as their Commander in Chief knowing he has lied but to what end. What was he trying to prove? This is no small mistake. This is treason to the United States of America. Are we as citizens going to stand by after such proof was made public to the world and not demand a response? What about the News Services of the US are they all in President Bush's pocket? This article broke in London on May 1st of this year. Until concerned citizens of the US started talking it wasn't mentioned on the nightly news or in the papers or the radio in the United States. Is this a major cover-up for the President's sake? Does anyone have an answer? Quote  'Downing Street Memo' Web Campaign For Coverage - KNTV-TV - MSNBC.com &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113027576652538722?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113027576652538722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113027576652538722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113027576652538722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113027576652538722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/talking-about-downing-street-memo-web.html' title='Talking about &apos;Downing Street Memo&apos; Web Campaign For Coverage - KNTV-TV -&#xA; MSNBC.com'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-113025786940548774</id><published>2005-10-25T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:31:09.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey what's up out there</title><content type='html'>Hey Everybody Yeah today I had two summer league basketball games. Hopefully from doing this, I get more respect and go up for varsity next year. Yeah I need some money cuzI love it a lot. I wouldn't be able to live without it. on this coming thursday my family and i r goin on vacation to florida for a week or something. I hope i get darker that what i am right now. ashley said that she wants to come with me, but i don't think it will ever happen. I tell you what, she is so dang hot and she likes everything that i like and is smart and very athletic. I'm gettin to know her a lot better than before when we were in track. it's tough to get a girl that u like from a different skool and hook up with her. she called me tonight and i think her friend likes me, cuz she was asking if i have 3 way calling, just as good friends right now, i told her that i think her friend is hot and i think she is now kinda of jealous and wants to hook up with me, but were both chickens. i just need to step up and make a move, cuz thats what us guys r supposed to do. So yeah, i'm kinda confused, which one should i go for? gotta go. peace out  ~CuRt~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113025786940548774?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113025786940548774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113025786940548774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113025786940548774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113025786940548774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-whats-up-out-there.html' title='Hey what&apos;s up out there'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-113017175505897851</id><published>2005-10-24T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:35:55.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*yaaawwwwnnnn*</title><content type='html'> Hey people. Nothing much today except it isKrystal's 22nd birthday. I need to get cracking on that darn card soon. Oh and Mary, my senior slide show is a slide show of my life. I won't be done until the day so I'll have plenty of time to add them.   I need to catch up on some sleep and then do a card so later! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113017175505897851?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113017175505897851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113017175505897851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113017175505897851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113017175505897851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/yaaawwwwnnnn.html' title='*yaaawwwwnnnn*'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-113010392692831294</id><published>2005-10-23T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:45:26.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>There's only one way to describe the party last night, WILD! Omg, it had been ages since i'd been to one of those. The celebration of the new millennium was nothing compared to this one!  If God would have thrown a party... nah, it definitely wouldn't have been this one, waaaaaaaaay too sinful for him. It was definitely a night of excess. It waslike every single one of ur wildest fantasies could come true just for one night. Everything you could possibly wish for, was there. It was amazing!  I would go into details of what I did or didn't do, but...I'd rather leave it up to ur imagination ; )  Hugs and kisses. B. Jenks  64 522 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113010392692831294?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113010392692831294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113010392692831294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113010392692831294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113010392692831294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_23.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-113008546520990967</id><published>2005-10-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:37:45.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lose me</title><content type='html'>i'm thinking all too clearly, but still wanting isn't listening. i think that love for most is feeling so good at that moment. until it passes. the world is not comprised only of poets and those that actually understand it.  i'm just not that weak. to need anything that much. to take it just because. when i know it's really not. lose me. then lose yourself. use me. then claim the wealth. write it down like an investment. pretending that it's value will rise. collect your days like bad habits presuming that one day they will subside. recovery in the distance. and submission right here in your grasp. what's left to choose when. all the answers you've hunted and found have nothing for you now. all the rights that you have gathered do nothing to erase the wrongs befriended. you tried to be, but you couldn't. you made the effort, but it just wasn't. you asked. you took. you gave, but then you lost. again. big surpise. you tried to be, but it wouldn't. dwell on it or else forget. it's not really your choice, but it'll let you. if you could. you tried to be, but again it just wasn't meant. quit trying, just live. you tried to be, but it was no use. tried to be, but it just wasn't you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113008546520990967?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113008546520990967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113008546520990967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113008546520990967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113008546520990967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/lose-me.html' title='lose me'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-113001739089187467</id><published>2005-10-22T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:43:10.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;I&amp;quot; am more than what one sees, hears or interprets. &amp;quot;I&amp;quot; have always been interpreted by my appearence or behaviours but that is not who &amp;quot;I&amp;quot; am. I myself have often been fooled by my behaviours. Believing that &amp;quot;I&amp;quot; am what i have done or said. But this is not who i am. I have often said to myself that i know im a loving caring person. I know this is true so why then have i hurt those closest too me. It feels like it has taken me a life time to work that out. My true self is often confused with the self that is presented to the world. But this is not &amp;quot;I&amp;quot;. &amp;quot;I&amp;quot; am that part of me that sits back and watches, its that part of me that is pure and innocent, the part of me that existed before i came into this world of form. Before judgement, before ridicule, before shame. Its that same part that is present within everyone. Its the part of me that i want everyone to see. And one person in particular. I think i have always been searching for someone to see me as i really am and to do that one must not judge my past mistakes or behaviours. For to find someone nonjudgemental of my past takes away my fears and the masks i present to the world and allows me to show the true &amp;quot;I'. Then we can relate &amp;quot;I&amp;quot; to &amp;quot;I&amp;quot; and see each othe &amp;quot;eye&amp;quot; to &amp;quot;eye&amp;quot;. That is what love is. To accept someone warts and all takes away all judgement. Then you only see beauty, thats love &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-113001739089187467?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113001739089187467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=113001739089187467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113001739089187467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/113001739089187467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112999898050785023</id><published>2005-10-22T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:36:21.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>It's only ten thirty and my eyes feel so tired... it's not like me. It may have been having the kids around for a few days that wore me out, but I think it's just as much about a conversation I had this morning. Wow, these weighty- serious things bought to the fore. I didn't realise when I saw one of my sisters a couple of weeks ago it would be the last time I would see her for months...perhaps years, who knows how long. She &amp;quot;went&amp;quot; and has decided not to come back... at least for now. Obviously that's a hugely big deal. I'm not quite sure how to feel about this, I hope it's going to be a good thing for her life... it worries me alot though. Apart from that &amp;quot;we&amp;quot;also discussed some HUGE changes and decisions in my life... in OUR lives. Most people aren't going to get what I'm talking about here (specifically) but some experiences are universal. I'm pretty much ready to leave a very large chunk of my life behind... words don't do justice to what kindof decision this is and all it's implications. This choice is NOT going to be met well with many people in my life. I'm cautiously optimistic, scared, I don't know what. But some things CANNOT continue. I don't know how to talk to people about this though, I don't need extreme reactions right now... I am trying to do the best I can, it really isn't going to help to hear things in the nature of &amp;quot;about time too, you left, how brave, why did you stay so long, you woke up, you are a victim&amp;quot; or at the other end of the spectrum ... no I can't name what reactions I'll get, it's too personal, but it would be utter dissapointment and pity and ... a whole host of things i'd rather not have put on my shoulders right now. I don't know quite what to say here... I have experienced so much. So much good and yes a fair share of bad... i just don't want alabel slapped on my experience, to say it was one thing or the other when in reality it was a lot more complicated than that. I do wish I had someone that could listen and UNDERSTAND where I am coming from on this, because I really need support at this difficult time. Ii'll survive though *get going Lydia* &amp;quot;just keep swimming&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112999898050785023?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112999898050785023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112999898050785023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112999898050785023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112999898050785023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_22.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112991317373641331</id><published>2005-10-21T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:46:13.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke contest</title><content type='html'>OK so I entered a joke contest. and anyone else who wants to enter can as well.  If you don't want to enter a joke but want to volunteer to be a judge, she is accepting that aswell.  Just go to India's Den Of Iniquity  Remember if your a judge to vote for me LOL  Kidding vote fair. Have an awesome day everyone, Angel:D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112991317373641331?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112991317373641331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112991317373641331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112991317373641331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112991317373641331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/joke-contest.html' title='Joke contest'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112984416584928905</id><published>2005-10-20T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:36:05.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Schedule</title><content type='html'>1st Block - Honors Pre Cal 2nd Block (1st Semester) - AP Biology 2nd Block (2nd Semester) - Hon Adv Topics Biology 3rd Block (1st Semester) - Honors English 3 3rd Block (2nd Semester) - Computer Applications 4th Block (1st Semester) - Animal Science 1 &amp;amp; 2 4th Block (2nd Semester) - AP Spanish 4 5th Block -AP American History &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112984416584928905?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112984416584928905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112984416584928905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112984416584928905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112984416584928905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-schedule.html' title='My Schedule'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112982636355038803</id><published>2005-10-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:39:23.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies, Lies, and more Lies!</title><content type='html'>   The past is the past, right? Well the when I woke up this morning thinking that I was over the story teller, it gave another meaning to rude awakening. The funny thing is it didn't even change in my dream, same shit different world. Funny how things can also come in different lights with differentshades.    Really must have I had the biggest and ugliest shade on my head, when I was blinded by the fact, I was blind.     In life,there is always more towhat the person is really trying to tell you. At this point in my life, trust in not very high onthe list. Where this comes from is my experienceswith other people and myself.  It takes two to tango, what if the one person is not the greatest dancer then instead of working with your partner then they find a temporary one.Until they find out, they are only good foronedance. Is that what we are all doing? Dancing to our own song until we find someone who likes that song too.  If we do then we dance until the music stops, and or until we can't dance anymore!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112982636355038803?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112982636355038803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112982636355038803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112982636355038803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112982636355038803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/lies-lies-and-more-lies.html' title='Lies, Lies, and more Lies!'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112975794178340073</id><published>2005-10-19T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:39:01.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"That tree is really far away."</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a weekend of camping out by Plattesmouth (Louisville, actually) with Phill. wOOt! It was a ton of fun, especially swimming in the lake (an ironic opinion coming from me, a Cameron, it seems). So yeah, working in the grain bins = thumbs down. Gotta go powerwash now...farewell! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112975794178340073?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112975794178340073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112975794178340073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112975794178340073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112975794178340073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/that-tree-is-really-far-away.html' title='&quot;That tree is really far away.&quot;'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112967150450393293</id><published>2005-10-18T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:38:24.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dwindling Nest</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the night... our 19 year old moved out.I was thinking no big deal... it's only for the summer. Wrong!  Itfeelslike it's abig deal. He moved out. He gathered his belongings - the few he could decide on and loaded them into his car. He came in and hugged us and said - I'll be stopping by once in awhile.  He's only 30 minutes away...  He's been talking about moving out since before the spring quarter came to an end. As he was talking aboutit our 14 year old planned onmoving into the upstairsbedroom being vacated by his older brother. I planned on making the bedroom downstairs into my scrapbooking room. I can deal with him moving out. I've been through this with the three older kids... piece of cake.  Wrong... oh yeah. I've been through it three times before this. It's not any easier. There's one little thing we have to realize when our kids move out... they are growing up. He doesn't need us anymore. I'm still his mom and I always will be his mom... but he doesn't need me. He's a young man. A young adult. He can drive... vote... go to college... hold down a full time job... and he canremember to drink his milk and brush his teeth without me reminding him.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112967150450393293?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112967150450393293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112967150450393293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112967150450393293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112967150450393293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/dwindling-nest.html' title='Dwindling Nest'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112965306359750967</id><published>2005-10-18T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:31:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today has been so boring</title><content type='html'>omg, today was so boring...the only person that's been online while I've been on was Amy, and that was only for a couple of minutes. I feel so alone! lol, j/k, sort of. Wow, I'm at a loss of words right now I'm so bored....Somebody talk to me! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112965306359750967?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112965306359750967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112965306359750967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112965306359750967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112965306359750967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-has-been-so-boring.html' title='today has been so boring'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112958539720039523</id><published>2005-10-17T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:43:17.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thanks for letting me into your heart"</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Let me be the one that love youLet me fill you up with power and strengthLet me care for you through night and dayLet me be the one you always think to when you fail&amp;quot;  Love isbeing honest wish youselfat all timesbeing honest with the other personat all timestelling, listening, respecting the truth,and never pretendingLove is the source of reality.   I think about you so muchI wonder if you are having funI wonder if you are happyI wonder if you are feeling wellThough we do not see each otherevery often you are with me all the timein my thoughts &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112958539720039523?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112958539720039523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112958539720039523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112958539720039523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112958539720039523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/thanks-for-letting-me-into-your-heart.html' title='&quot;Thanks for letting me into your heart&quot;'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112956699080894808</id><published>2005-10-17T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:36:30.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>I never knew how much went into PROM....OH BOY. It seems like just yesturday I was dreaming of it. Now its actually happening. I'm going with a friend of mine. His names Alex Soldano. Me and my Stefanie are going to be hanging out the WHOLE NIGHT. From Prom then out to Eat. OH YEAH. I cant wait. I've been looking forward to it ever since me and her decided on spending it together. I know theres some of my friends who arent the happiest people in the world about me going with Alex. I'll prove them wrong on wut they think. Just wait and see. Welp its off to bed now. Its 10:54 p.m and I need to have my ass in bed. GOODNIGHT YA'LLS &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112956699080894808?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112956699080894808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112956699080894808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112956699080894808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112956699080894808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112949922157400391</id><published>2005-10-16T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:47:01.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interview With Radar</title><content type='html'>My flight to Georgia was 4.5 hours long, but cool none-the-less. The above picture was taken in the terminal while I was waiting for my connecting flight. After leaving Atlanta for another 2 hours some pics were taken from my window view..... like this one.  And then coming into Providence, RI...  The came Augusta.... Maine that is... What a beautiful city.... Population 19 thousand.... and it is the state capital to boot. Check out some of the city shots....  Downtown Federal Building Kennebunk River Another of the Kennebunk River My three day interview went great. I got a good feel for the company, the region and the people I would be working with. This company simply helps the state manage health care data for Maine and Iowa. Nothing more... nothing less. My job would be to help organize, update and streamline the data. After three days there... I know that I would be happy living there. It is a wonderful environment with lots of palces to go and things to do. The job would be both satisfying and rewarding and I would be living out dream of mine that I have had for years. SO after the third day I headed back down to Providence for my early morning flight.Interstate Highway 95 - Maine New Hampshire - Maine Border Which do I go for RI? Finally back in Providence I will know Monday afternoon if the job is mine or not. I think it is. But really don't know. I will post up results when I have them. Now, after 22 hours of being up and traveling... I am going to bed for some well deserved sleep. Until next time.... Keep your eye on the goal.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112949922157400391?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112949922157400391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112949922157400391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112949922157400391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112949922157400391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/interview-with-radar.html' title='An Interview With Radar'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112948047343180159</id><published>2005-10-16T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:34:33.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Reality</title><content type='html'>Got my pics back today. When I find a more efficient way to get them out of email I shall post them. Be ready for some intimidating pics. Last free night tonight for a while. I hope to spend it winning some money at the casino. Otherwise i will spend it losing money at the casino. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112948047343180159?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112948047343180159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112948047343180159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112948047343180159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112948047343180159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/road-to-reality.html' title='The Road to Reality'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112941251487682480</id><published>2005-10-15T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:41:54.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school here i come!</title><content type='html'>today was the first day of school. yay! ...seriously. its about damn time i get rolling with this. im actually really excited this time around. i KNOW im gonna do awesome.  so i fell asleep with bobby last night (big smile!) and had to leave early for work. blah. not to mention i looked like utter hell from lack of my own shit to get ready with.  so work was long of course. and boring. but when all was said and done i came home and napped until candice came over. we sat around planning all the stuff we need for the apartment. yesss!!! i cannot wait until we move in. once again, something else im super excited about.  then i had to meet tom for class. do not ask how we made it to class in 9 minutes. WE WOULD leave at 4:51 to get to a 5pm class. and that class will be super easy. all we need to get an A is to go to the gym 30 times before december 10. piece of cake. and i didnt go to photography because bobby has failed to sell me his camera. grr. but i promise, ill be there wednesday!!! so math is tomorrow...and work as well.   so as of now i  A need to shower and prepare for work. B miss bobby like WHOA. C am excited about class. and D need some new photos!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112941251487682480?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112941251487682480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112941251487682480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112941251487682480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112941251487682480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/school-here-i-come.html' title='school here i come!'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112939488864257267</id><published>2005-10-15T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:48:12.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comentarios</title><content type='html'> Che aca tienen algunas de mis fotos..............si quieren aparecer mandenmen.................................................................................................. y si pueden comenten que les parece aca abajo.....bye..espero que les guste.............................................................................................................. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112939488864257267?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112939488864257267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112939488864257267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112939488864257267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112939488864257267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/comentarios.html' title='Comentarios'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112932628570654193</id><published>2005-10-14T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:44:45.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness follows</title><content type='html'>Last night I received aninstant message. From someone near and dear to my heart. Although I have only known this person a short time. I have come to like no love him. See, he was the one person that was serious about taking me out for my first time dressed in public. (He did this for me twice).All the others were just a lot of talk.They really only wanted to get into my pants. (Or under my skirt). Anyway, The IM rad that he was quiting this lifestyle and going back to a monogamous relationship with his wife. Well I was fine with that and wished her and him happiness and a long life. Then did a few things around the house and went to bed. I woke up a little before 3:30 am with tears in my eyes thinking of him. I found myself at a great lose. Sadness and emptiness filled my heart and I cried some more. I IMed a friend about how I was feeling and posted a message in my group. Got dressed ate and went to work. (Feeling rather lonely and empty). Work kept my mind busy all day untill i arrived home at about 9:15 pm. Then read the RE: posted to my message, cried again. Then I read the IM's my friend sent me and cried some more. I realize now that I will not see my friend again, although or relationship was short, what I will always have and treasure are those memorys. That he gave tome when we were together. Thank You of so much my dear friend, Always for the rest of my life I will hold a special place in my heart for you. Hugs, Kisses and much Love Sheilah &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112932628570654193?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112932628570654193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112932628570654193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112932628570654193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112932628570654193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/sadness-follows.html' title='Sadness follows'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112930736419563123</id><published>2005-10-14T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:29:24.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Ondas</title><content type='html'>Hola a todos....  Pues ya tengo mucho que no pongo ni un comentario... pero pues sigo viva ...   pues en todo este tiempo no e echo mucho el 27 de junio fue mi cumple y pues me la pase padre.... y la neta es lo unico interesante... voy a tratar de hacer este sitio mejor y pues espero y les gustes.,...   Un saludo para todos los que entran en especial a Sandra y a Victor (daddy yankee)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112930736419563123?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112930736419563123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112930736419563123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112930736419563123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112930736419563123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/que-ondas.html' title='Que Ondas'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112923955528986909</id><published>2005-10-13T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:39:15.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I'll be coming home Just to be alone Cause I know you're not there And I know that you don't care I can hardly wait to leave this place No matter how hard I try You're never satisfied This is not a home I think I'm better off alone You always disappear Even when you're here This is not my home I think I'm better off alone Home, this house is not a home By the time you come home I'm already stoned You turn off the tv And you scream at me I can hardly wait until you get off my case No matter how hard I try You're never satisfied This is not a home I think I'm better off alone You always disappear Even when you're here This is not my home I think I'm better off alone Home, this house is not a home This house is not a home I'm better off alone &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112923955528986909?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112923955528986909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112923955528986909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112923955528986909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112923955528986909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112922100523607596</id><published>2005-10-13T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:30:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>Hello hello I hath updated photos. Watch and laugh, watch and weep. Whatever you like. I really should be studying. Foul words are but foul breath and fould breath is but foul air and foul air is just noisome so I shall depart unkissed - Quibble/Caustic Imagery used by Beatrice. See, not that bad! [somecrazyidiot] &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112922100523607596?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112922100523607596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112922100523607596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112922100523607596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112922100523607596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112915264972466744</id><published>2005-10-12T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:30:50.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION &amp; BACK-TO-SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>To all,  We realize we have been out of touch with a great many of you for some time now. Well, 'they say' a picture is worth a thousand words -- by my count within the Photo Albumthere are nearly 100,000 words worthand many, many more to come! This site is our attempt to stay connected with family and friends who are thought of often and kept in our prayers daily.  We wanted to share with you photos of our recent San Diego/Los Angeles vacation and 1st Day of School 2005. We enjoyed our 6-day trip to the West Coast with visits to Legoland, Sea World, San Diego Wild Animal Park, San Diego Zoo, Manhattan Beach, a trip to Dodgers Stadium and we even had the opportunity to celebrate with cousin Cole his 5th birthday. I believe (no, I know) we returned more exhausted than before we departed. We walked so much on the first leg of our trip in San Diego that Lily didn't want to hear the word DISNEYLAND (Dad didn't either) when we arrived in Los Angeles four days into our trip.  The kidos are backin school now as of August 15th, Megan entered 9th grade, Lily - Kindergarten and Natalie, daycare.  I hope you enjoy our picayune blog and photos! When you're done,feel free to add comments, andplease let us know what's going on in your lives; heck start your own blog.  Shalom (Peace and Much Love to all),   The Bedford, Texas Pichon's Kevin (40!!), Linda, Megan (14), Lily (5), Natalie (10 mo.) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112915264972466744?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112915264972466744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112915264972466744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112915264972466744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112915264972466744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/vacation-back-to-school.html' title='VACATION &amp; BACK-TO-SCHOOL'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112913526119344678</id><published>2005-10-12T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:41:01.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This day in ...</title><content type='html'>Music History  August 23  Today the song &amp;quot;Honky Tonk Woman&amp;quot; by the Rolling Stones topped the charts and stayed there for 4 weeks. (1969)Today the song &amp;quot;Fallin' in Love&amp;quot; by Hamilton, Joe Frank &amp;amp; Reynolds topped the charts and stayed there for a week. (1975) (Personal comment: Yep the Stones are going out on the road again.Still crazy after 40 years!) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112913526119344678?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112913526119344678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112913526119344678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112913526119344678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112913526119344678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-day-in.html' title='This day in ...'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112906682472341483</id><published>2005-10-11T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:40:24.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarhead Walks</title><content type='html'>If Kanye West isn't already everywhere, he's going to be soon with his new album, Late Registration about to drop. However, while he may be on the verge of over-exposure, we caught one snippet of his music that where we didn't expect it: the trailer for the upcoming Jake Gyllenhaal/Jamie Foxx film, Jarhead. The movie, based on a memoir by Anthony Swofford, tracks the experience of a rookie Marine during the first Gulf War and for the trailer, they use the military march of West's &amp;quot;Jesus Walks,&amp;quot; to accent the editing. For those who've seen Chris Milk's video for the song, you know it already lends itself to a cinematic approach and it's satisfying to see how that translate to a big screen approach too.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112906682472341483?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112906682472341483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112906682472341483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112906682472341483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112906682472341483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/jarhead-walks.html' title='Jarhead Walks'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112904826809120020</id><published>2005-10-11T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:31:08.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot tricked out cars</title><content type='html'>Im crazy over cars. You can probably see that with all the pictures i put into my album. My favorite car is a nissan skylineThose cars are really rare. I like the one is 2fast 2 furious. That one is really awesome looking. Once i turn 20 ill be doing some serious work on my skyline when i get one. Im gonna put some 19&amp;quot; konig unknown rims on it (if you know what those are). You have to know a lot about cars to know what im talkin about. Ill even put hydraulics on it just to make it go up and down. Ill put some 15&amp;quot; kicker subs and alpine monitors all over the car. The car will be black and ill have blue neon. Of course you gotta have the vertical doors and stuff on there. no carbon fiber hood because it destroyes the look. ill put a drift body kit on it (its a special body style/the bumpers and side skirts). ill put kicker amps at 1500 watts. I would get the biggest exhaust tip that i can find and one that will make it sound good. Blue neon all over the inside of the car. Example would be under the seats, under the dash, etc. Ill put a tri-slot hood on it. Direct port nitrous injection by NOS. Ill put on a GT-5 aluminum spoiler by wings west. Brembo racing seats and disc brakes.Ill put on some chrome rear tail lights. And to finish it all off, ill drop the whole body down 5&amp;quot;. Just right above the pavement. This is awesome looking ride. I can see it right now.   Some other favorite cars i like are:  Nissan 350Z Mitsubishi eclipse Mitsubishi Galant Toyota Supra 1963 Chevy Impala (only a lowrider though) Mitsubishi Evo 8 Hummer H2 Cadillac Escalade EXT Rolls Royce Phantom Range Rover Acura NSX Mazda Rx-7 Chrysler 300C  And many more..........  The pic is a nissan skyline  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112904826809120020?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112904826809120020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112904826809120020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112904826809120020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112904826809120020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/hot-tricked-out-cars.html' title='Hot tricked out cars'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112898023402577486</id><published>2005-10-10T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:37:14.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>The winds have started. Already the leaves and branches are falling. Destruction is eminent. To coin a famous phrase... Resistance is futile.  There is no stopping this storm. Its force is incredible. The winds are so strong They lift you off your feet. Your destination once you land... unknown.  We knew this was coming Some of us could forsee the storm The tension preceeding it was palpable The forecast continues to be dissmal The winds are continuing to howl.  What will happen once the storm blows over? When will it stop? What will be able to be rebuilt? What will be destroyed indefinitely? What is the name of this ferocious storm that has caused so much pain?  Storm, your name is Change. And you have once again dashed my life to pieces at your whim. All I can do is hold on And wait for you to finish rearranging my life.  7/9/05 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112898023402577486?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112898023402577486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112898023402577486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112898023402577486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112898023402577486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112896276202438631</id><published>2005-10-10T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:46:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>2005119IntelSonomaDothanIntel  4  Intel       Intel  Banias400MHz1MBCeleron MBanias512KB  Dothan400MHzBaniasDothan19SonomaSonomaBanias2MBBaniasDothanPentium MDothan400MHz  Dothan533MHzDothan533MHzIntel90nm             Pentium M 750Pentium M 760 Banias 1.6GHzPentium M 725    BaniasPentium MDothanPentium MDothan   BaniasDothan   DothanDothanDothan90nm0533MHzDothanPentium M 730Pentium M 740Pentium M 750   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112896276202438631?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112896276202438631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112896276202438631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112896276202438631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112896276202438631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112889395324612578</id><published>2005-10-09T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:39:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion drives the final results</title><content type='html'>Believe or not, passion drives the final results!  For people like me who does not care about everything so much, it is hard to believe that passion may drive the final results. Compare to asking for, Id like to be given with something I want. I still remembered when I was a kid, even I was hungry to death,but I wouldnt ask for food, luckily, my parents always read my mind. Otherwise there is no this people here.  After I started my career, I found that passion helps me to achieve my goal. This is true! With the great passion, you never need to stay and wait for people to give. You will find the way to the final goal, no matter what it will cost. To realize this point is not easy, I used to give all the credit to luck. I made myself believe that I am the luckiest girl in the world. One day, I learned the point from one of my friends. He was just like me when I was a kid without any passion. Suddenly, I saw the other me from him, and get to know that passion may really drive the final result.  Hey, buddy, if you happened to read this message, please wake up the passion in your heart! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112889395324612578?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112889395324612578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112889395324612578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112889395324612578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112889395324612578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/passion-drives-final-results.html' title='Passion drives the final results'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112887604129041550</id><published>2005-10-09T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:40:41.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid doings</title><content type='html'>Fell asleep at ihop while drunk and waiting for a table...while I had the hiccups  blew up my scanner using a power pack for surround sound speakers cause I couldn't find the one that went to the scanner.   Called my (hopefully) new supervisor a retard without actually saying the exact words.   Told my best friend to eff off in those exact words...she knew I was kidding  Watched a guy staring at a girl's butt, then told her he did it cause we both think he's a perv.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112887604129041550?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112887604129041550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112887604129041550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112887604129041550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112887604129041550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/stupid-doings.html' title='Stupid doings'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112880793263049238</id><published>2005-10-08T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:45:33.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine</title><content type='html'> I was fine with it for a while I thought I was supposed to be sad But I wasnt and I didnt bother to cry Now Im starting to feel mad  I may not have been affected But I guess I wanted him to be I wanted to turn the tables I wanted him to be sad for losing me  I was in over my head I thought I could get what I wanted But you know what they say: The predator becomes the hunted &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112880793263049238?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112880793263049238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112880793263049238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112880793263049238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112880793263049238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/fine.html' title='Fine'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112878907716422728</id><published>2005-10-08T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:31:17.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dome Mountain Comments:</title><content type='html'>Quote: Gosh if one wasn't biased, who would be the major rooter for your own ideas? Each of our own existences is the most important world we live in. Then at the other end of the spectrum is the &amp;quot;Collective&amp;quot; reality. This is only for people that don't have imaginations, I think. (Totally Unbiased Statement, of course!) All realities are working at the same time and occupy similar space. We cross over, back and forth. Yes matter can be in two places at once. Quantum physics. So what pissed you off anyway?   Reply:  Pardon me if my expressions seemed angered , it was not intentional. My counterpart, who has kindly alllowed me to express whatever I desire, sometimes colors things in his on terms. This is to be expected. The conduit through which I express these concepts is not a perfect one, but it is the best we can work out at this juncture. Please note, my counterpart does not necessarily agree or fully understand all that I express. This also, isto be expected, but the accountabiltiy lies with me. And even though he is on his own journey, obviuosly he is sympathetic with the ideas brought forth, or none of this could be taking place.   The term temporary (see Opinions 7/31/2005) however was well chosen. We are all on an ever expanding journey, and what we were yesterday is already in the process changing matter how minute the difference. In fact, what you think of as the past is still going on and spawning an infinite number of possible scenarios. This allows unlimited access to the many different and necessary roads that various journeyers need to experience. The concept of simutaneous time may be a bit beyond what most people can understand. In your world, your cooperative choice is to see things in a linear fashion. This allows your ego to keep things in an understandable order, that is neccesary for your time spent on this leg of the journey. But other layers of yourself are fully aware of the simultaneous nature of time. As for space, I will save my comments for another time(?), pun intended.  And a quick word about your project. You have connected yourself to great undertaking that both challeneges and frees your spirirt. The dome itself is a physical expression of a psychic dimension that you have come here to express and explore. This undertaking not only lifts your own spirit, but spreads it self contagiuosly to all that behold it, even in its state of becoming. This is a good and spiritual thing. It is a gift that you give to yourself and the world as you know it.   I wish you well on all your journeys (simutaeneously, of course)  Xenos, the messenger &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112878907716422728?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112878907716422728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112878907716422728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112878907716422728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112878907716422728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/dome-mountain-comments.html' title='Dome Mountain Comments:'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112870274003293829</id><published>2005-10-07T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:32:20.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon, C'mon....</title><content type='html'>Why are we in such a hurry for everything? Hurry up and walk...talk...grow...I can't wait for summer....can't wait for fall....  When did we decide to live in fast forward? Why not slow down? Life isn't a race and if you live as though it is, you tend to lose it quickly.  &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;  What has possessed the younger set to dress as whores and idolize pimps? Are we so desperate for heroes that we must worship those who live at the outer fringes of society? Do these youngsters fail to see the horrid side of those they've chosen to emulate? The women beaten, degraded, and drug addicted...the decades long arrest records...the complete moral corruption of a man who choses to make his living from enslaving women...when did this behavior become okay?  And where did the tendency for voyeurism come from? There must be 50 reality shows, all showing a different version ofreality...none of them real.Folks, if you want reality, look outside. It's right there, waiting for you...all you have to do is live it.   Even this blog...this is my version of the world...my reality show. This is what my reality looks like, only slightly edited for public viewing. What's your reality? Are you making it yours, or simply living what everyone else wants? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112870274003293829?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112870274003293829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112870274003293829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112870274003293829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112870274003293829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/cmon-cmon.html' title='C&apos;mon, C&apos;mon....'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112863430780846099</id><published>2005-10-06T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:31:47.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But everytime i try to fly away...</title><content type='html'>!!!  1.  - -     2.  - -  43  ( 50)   7  26   3. !!!         ...T-T  10 (7 )  4. ... ...Mr.  ...      5555 (...) 5.   3  5     **Mr.  ...  . . .   ! 6.  - - lecture  ...   !!!  4  !!!  - -  5 5 5  7.  4    - - 555  8.   9.   - -    !!!   2 ! 10. ()  8 !!! 8  6      - -     ... ()  11.  - -  Mr.    - - 2   (   )   !!! ( ) 12.      - - - -   13.   6  14.  - -   !!!        15.    555  2   16.  - -    5 5 5  2 ()    1   5 5 5 5 5  17.  Mr.      ...  18.      100  19.  19  5555   1.3 ( 1.1   555) 20.     21.       800   22.  35     23.    24.       25.    ...     &amp;quot;      - - &amp;quot;        - - 22            ...                  - -  ...    My Boo            .   T-T    .    5 5 5 .   - - &amp;quot;  BSB 2  3 Mx 3M     3    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112863430780846099?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112863430780846099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112863430780846099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112863430780846099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112863430780846099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/but-everytime-i-try-to-fly-away.html' title='But everytime i try to fly away...'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112854921526131911</id><published>2005-10-05T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:53:35.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new beginning</title><content type='html'>The first work day, feel not bad, i am free enough to do my own stuff such as reading some english books newspapaer.and improving my handwriting.With much time but low salary,Patty couldgets more work experience and improvment in english and other repects such as communication skills. Anyhow,this was a quite not bad job without any stress,which is anyone wanna get.ButI know clearly, it,s not the destination I really prefer,but just a stop .I have to spend one or two years to get ready for my ideal career.But first i should know what kind of job fits me well and what qualification i should own. Well, let me get started. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112854921526131911?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112854921526131911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112854921526131911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112854921526131911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112854921526131911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-beginning.html' title='new beginning'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112853059875271785</id><published>2005-10-05T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:43:18.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about A-List Linking</title><content type='html'>So this thought has come to me as well. A-list bloggers are A-list bloggers because they all link to each other. Perhaps it is some sort of secret plan? :-) Somehow all I need to do is to break into this elite group and a constant set of links will make me famous and important as well. Yeah, right. I don't think this circle of A-list bloggers is any sort of plot by any means. These are people who have great links and link to each other's great links because the content is good. Once someone gets a reputation for great content or links people are naturally going to follow them and will link to them. But it starts with the content. But lots of people do link to these key hubs in the web of blogging in hopes of getting a link from them. They hope that the big link from the A-list blogger will mean they are discovered. Thousands of people will read their words and be inspired. Fame and perhaps fortune will be theirs. It could happen. But it probably will not. An occasional link isn't going to help much, in fact will not help at all, if you don't have good content. Good content is going to help you get found and will make your blog &amp;quot;sticky&amp;quot; once it is found. I've been linked to by Scoble once or twice and frankly I didnt see many hits from them in my referrer log. Most likely the topic was not as interesting to all that many people. Or perhaps there were just too many other links in the post. But that is not important. What is important is that you remember that people are not going to jump here just because Robert Scoble links to it. I think the Google juice hit might be the best thing about an A-list link in the long run. Im sure that is going to get a few more people to the blog than people jumping directly from the A-lister link. But even still one has to have something to say that people are interested in reading.  It's nice if an A-list blogger connects to you (and Robert oranyone else for that matterif you are reading this feel free to link to me) but I decided a while ago that trying to get the link was not as good a use of my time as trying to make the content valuable or at least interesting.  - Alfred Thompson   Quote  A-List Linking - The RSS BlogMore and more, bloggers are talking about the A-List circular linking. Winer links to Scoble, then Pirillo links to Winer's post on Scoble, then Rubel links to Pirillo's link to Scoble's link to Winer and finally Winer link's to Rubel's link to Pirillo's link to Scoble's link to Winer. In the end, they all get a bunch of Google juice from linking to each other and everybody is happy orat least four of us are happy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112853059875271785?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112853059875271785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112853059875271785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112853059875271785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112853059875271785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/talking-about-list-linking.html' title='Talking about A-List Linking'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112846172231412008</id><published>2005-10-04T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:35:22.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>Galatians 3:13   Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us, for it is written: &amp;quot;Cursed is everyone who is hung on a tree.&amp;quot;  i thought this is a passage that is really deep that is just hidden in this book of Galatians. For us Christ became a curse, or looked down upon, to redeem us from our sins. it also says in 2 corinthians that &amp;quot;God made him who had no sin to be sin for us so that in him we might become the righteousness of God&amp;quot; I really love the way that the NIV worded that, for christ became sin to defeat sin.  God bless you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112846172231412008?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112846172231412008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112846172231412008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112846172231412008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112846172231412008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112844416425775944</id><published>2005-10-04T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:42:44.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que sera sera...whatever will be will be</title><content type='html'>I guess i should write one fo thoe things today. And as im writing this i don't know what it will be about. 3 days sober! Addicition my ass. I dont really know how long this poker break is going to last, maybe till i get back to montreal, maybe a week, i don't really know yet. I do think its a bit presumptutious when people refer to me playing poker as an addiction. Well then again it would be hard for me to get too addicted to anything. I guess i was blessed with a fuckload of will power. Case and point, my favorite thing in the world is eating food. What did i have to do when i wrestled...yea not eat, just saying think about it.   Kristen is back in the house. Still the same old kristen which is more than good enough for me. Hopefully shell be here for long enough. Hing out with them all last night. It was fun making big deals about nothing. Kristen and warner always have &amp;quot;good&amp;quot; drama. And i think &amp;quot;good&amp;quot; drama isnt part of my no more drama montra.  Watched bride and prejudice, meh. Watched constatine, meh.   Hopefully charlie and the chocolate factory will start wednesday, cause im dying to see it like you can't imagine. So very pumped for that.   So resolve for next year, don't miss golden opportunities when it comes to my love life. I think ive fucked up too many times, that just by the law of probablilty i have to get it right soon. Lol.   My moms bad luck. 3 times she sat came close to me and started talking to me when i was playing a tourney. And three time i lost right then and there. SHe doesn't like that i tell her shes bad luck.   It was really nice to have a car for the weekend. Why do people bitch about have to drive all the time, or that its too far to drive to. I dont get it. Come to montreal sometime when u have to walk 20 or 30 minutes sometimes to get where ure going and driving will feel like a breeze.   In closing You are a racist, maam, you are a racist &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112844416425775944?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112844416425775944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112844416425775944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112844416425775944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112844416425775944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/que-sera-serawhatever-will-be-will-be.html' title='Que sera sera...whatever will be will be'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112837583108583987</id><published>2005-10-03T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:43:51.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best day in the year!</title><content type='html'>I have my camera. And I am wordless. Incredibly happy.  I feel I am alive. I feel tomorrow I will spend all the day taking pictures. COLOR! YES! COLOR PICTURES!! Deep breath.....! Yes, this is a joy!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112837583108583987?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112837583108583987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112837583108583987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112837583108583987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112837583108583987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/best-day-in-year.html' title='The best day in the year!'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112835805579400816</id><published>2005-10-03T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:47:35.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3721</title><content type='html'>520IEhttp://tech.163.com/05/0520/17/1K7CAVGR00091589.html?=dVRsu1YNqXBb520download.3721.com/download/assist4_fish.exeassist4_fish.exe2,053,244 T5 IE6 3721 /1www.bank-of-china.com  2ip  3baiduwww.baidu.com  4Host202.108.250.249 www.bank-of-china.com202.108.250.249IPwww.bank-of-china.com5www.bank-of-china.com  3721372137216xyq163.wyww.com37213721  7HostHost37213721IEwww.bank-of-china.comIEhttp://372137213721IE372137213721 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112835805579400816?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112835805579400816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112835805579400816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112835805579400816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112835805579400816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/3721.html' title='3721'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112827057740173061</id><published>2005-10-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:29:37.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>yea...so this year the 4th of July was that fun....i had to work and usually my neighborhood is soooo packed and busy with everyone lighting fireworks but this year that wasnt the case. it was soooooooo dead round here. im guessing it was bc Timmy was here this year hehe......AND this was the first 4th that me and hailey didnt spend together...that was odd, but oh well    im excited for Wednesday...i might get a new job, i have an interviewfor Fox &amp;amp; Hound....wish me luck!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112827057740173061?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112827057740173061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112827057740173061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112827057740173061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112827057740173061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112818433624386668</id><published>2005-10-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:32:16.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man its a crappy saturday</title><content type='html'>Another boring rainy day out side here its liek &amp;quot;when somthing bad happens it always rains or if somthings comeing then it rains&amp;quot; am i rite here? i say Amen to thatbut i have a feeling it won't stop rain until the thing that upseted god is fix so it won't stop raining till then but until then i will sit on the computer and puta sigh saying &amp;quot; Lazy bum turn at next rite&amp;quot; so if u given me any trouble in the past i say SCREW YOU! and YOU SUCK BALLS! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112818433624386668?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112818433624386668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112818433624386668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112818433624386668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112818433624386668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/man-its-crappy-saturday.html' title='Man its a crappy saturday'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112811664716787986</id><published>2005-09-30T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:44:07.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hiding Place</title><content type='html'>Being the only girl in my immediate family has its advantanges; namely, my room. It isnt just my room. It is my refuge from the frustrations that meet me at home every single time. I cant escape the judging comments and the expectations, except for in my room. People dont come up here; it is the attic; no one likes to climb.  This is an entry to Thank my room: for hiding me when times get rough, for sheilding me from the shrill voice that tries to follow me upstairs, for being mine.   Thank you, room. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112811664716787986?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112811664716787986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112811664716787986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112811664716787986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112811664716787986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-hiding-place.html' title='My Hiding Place'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112809822131213222</id><published>2005-09-30T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:37:01.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EDITORIAL CARTOONS</title><content type='html'>Okay folks... here's what I'm gonna do! I'm going to start posting political/editorial cartoons of my own creation. I'm going to start posting them here as fast as I get them done, while I'm e-mailing them out for consideration at other sites and papers. But you can see them all here! The first is posted now! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112809822131213222?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112809822131213222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112809822131213222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112809822131213222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112809822131213222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/editorial-cartoons.html' title='EDITORIAL CARTOONS'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112803023014302627</id><published>2005-09-29T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:43:50.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends. Lovers. Broken Hearts.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought that everything was perfect? but then turns out it was only perfect to hurt you in the end! Even if it wasnt nobodys fault, whos to blame? Its strange, the people youve known all your life, they are your friends, and friends turn into lovers, and lovers into broken hearts. How does a broken heart get repaired, it cannot be love, because that was the cause, of your heart being broken, tape maybe? i dunno. If you have a solution to it, spread it to all the broken hearted out there.  -Jose- Broken Hearted  rock_music182@hotmail.com    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112803023014302627?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112803023014302627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112803023014302627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112803023014302627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112803023014302627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/friends-lovers-broken-hearts.html' title='Friends. Lovers. Broken Hearts.'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112801155423344078</id><published>2005-09-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:32:34.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>blog4      www.avapple.com 9    http://yusiye.blogspot.com/ google10    http://mywallop.com/public.aspx?id=13775311&amp;amp;ty=per MSblogmulderMS     lucyMSN Space msn messenger  blogblog, &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112801155423344078?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112801155423344078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112801155423344078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112801155423344078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112801155423344078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112792526433956198</id><published>2005-09-28T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:34:24.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-what is the go-</title><content type='html'>okay, so i was like, all good when i got home from school, i even sang the whole &amp;quot;99 bottles of beer&amp;quot; song in the shower...jordan came over...we were out the front playing some basketball...and everything was good...kinda had a fight with my brother before that...but it was only about his guitar and how he never uses it...but about...an hour ago...i just suddenly felt like absolute shit...  i was sitting here, in this seat, listening to music ( the all-american rejects ) ... and like, bam, i just feel shit...i seriously just wanted to cry...i had to go to dinner, and so i sat there, and didn't eat anything...i just...couldn't...i got angry at mum for talking to me, cos i didn't want to be spoken to...so i sat there, stabbing my chicken snitzel...my eyes about to squeeze out little tears any moment...but i held them back...i don't cry in front of people...  i just feel like i don't have an identity...like i'm a nobody...just another face in the crowd...i feel like whatever i end up doing with my life, won't be worth telling people...won't even be worth anything at all...whatever i do, it's not going to be good enough...whatever happens, it's not going to be worth enough...i feel like i'm just a waste of space...like i was just needed to fill in the gaps so the world didn't look so empty...i'm an extra...i'm just here...not cos i have to be...not cos i want to be...i'm just here to take up un-needed space...un-wanted space...i'm here, and that's it...that's as far as it goes...i'm here, for the sake of everyone else...instead of myself...we only really live for one person...ourselves...and i can't even find a way to do that..... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112792526433956198?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112792526433956198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112792526433956198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112792526433956198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112792526433956198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-go.html' title='-what is the go-'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112785701062744227</id><published>2005-09-27T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:36:51.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**two more days = three months**</title><content type='html'>So yeah.. Things have been good. But they're about to get a WHOLE lot worse in about 3 weeks. (Juan will be leaving) . I will get to see him graduate tho. Only for the simple fact that my sister will be graduating also. I dunno. Im gonna be quite sad. But yeah.. Umm.. I went to the movies last night and &amp;quot;watched&amp;quot; fever pitch with Juan, Amber, and Britt W. It was a cute movie.. What I saw of it. But yeah.. Im gonna go do something.. I dunno what. But something. Much love, -Ashlee- .. I LOVE YOU JUAN!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112785701062744227?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112785701062744227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112785701062744227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112785701062744227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112785701062744227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/two-more-days-three-months.html' title='**two more days = three months**'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112783914332535378</id><published>2005-09-27T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:39:04.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got rejected!!</title><content type='html'>gosh, you didn't wish me enough luck...turns out that i didn't have enough red blood cells to even give blood!! they totally rejected me! which only goes to show that you should always give up if things keep going wrong...haha...jk!! i mean i was just kidding about the giving up part, not the rest.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112783914332535378?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112783914332535378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112783914332535378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112783914332535378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112783914332535378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-got-rejected.html' title='i got rejected!!'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112777083248746690</id><published>2005-09-26T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:40:32.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>again bored ^-^</title><content type='html'>Hey again...OMG i am sooo tired of ppl who don't have any commen sence! people dumbledore is dead! DEAD!! and so is serious, they are both DEAD!! okay srry but its all good now...just had to say that...srry its been so long (bloging) but i 've been busy...w/ angie in the hospital and Jenny being done with school and being in marshall...and babysitting and the cancer walk and yeah....so...omg the weather is bad i've been getting bumped off the net since 10 o'clock! i hate it! yeah well its getting late and i have to get up around 10ish tomarrow so i am gonna go...bye... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112777083248746690?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112777083248746690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112777083248746690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112777083248746690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112777083248746690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/again-bored.html' title='again bored ^-^'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112768413763778684</id><published>2005-09-25T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:35:37.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Job</title><content type='html'>Yep another job I take, another job I hate.  God my job is boring!!! I sit there for hours calling people to hear them whine about they not wanting me to call them. Its so stupid someone should be payed to do it... (well I do &amp;gt;&amp;lt;) Well today I was sitting there in my cubicle with my earphone calling people when I got so damned boredI looked for a piece of blank paper anddrew a comic about my boredom &amp;gt;&amp;lt;. It is really sketchy (althou the frameand chat bubbleswhere made in photoshop) I am gonna keep it as I originally made it and not paintit.  Here is the link to it  MyJob #1  After I went home from work I called myfriend Lyrsa and we went to a party one of her friends was trowing. It was the most extremely diferent party I have ever gone to. The party was trown for one of her co-workers at a Oriental Restaurant. Most of the people that work there are oriental so they made oriental style food.Iinstead of Doritos and Ruffles we had to boil our own food in a big pan filled with boiling seasonedwater. It was so damn awesome. We ate fish, chicken, shrimp and lots of other stuff I didn't even know what it all was but it was mostly raw sea food we had to cook ourselfs in the boiling water. The people therewere mostly eating of the fish raw &amp;gt;&amp;lt;. I dont eat sea food so I had to get myself a bit drunk to get the guts to eat that stuff. But I did it and it was so damn delicious.   Below is the thumbnail pic of the comic I made. Remember my blog resizes the images so use the link above to see the full vertion. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112768413763778684?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112768413763778684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112768413763778684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112768413763778684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112768413763778684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-job.html' title='My Job'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112766671572754594</id><published>2005-09-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:45:15.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum Yum</title><content type='html'>I can not wait for my birthday. Its only 12 more days till I'm 17. Oh yeah. lol. I cant wait to see wut I'ma get for my car. I hope I get alot. I was thinking about getting neons for my car but I'm not sure. They might look tacky on my car. Its a Honda Accord. Its Sexy Sexy lol. Yup Yup. I cant wait until Spring break. Its only 1 day away. I'm going to Colorado or to Iowa with my bestfriend Jennifer. Its going to be fun. Were going to stay at the hotel next to Cabelas. OH YEAH. Swimming and everything. I SO CAN NOT WAIT!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112766671572754594?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112766671572754594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112766671572754594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112766671572754594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112766671572754594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/yum-yum.html' title='Yum Yum'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112759478870356287</id><published>2005-09-24T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:46:28.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School is over... oh wait I don't give a $@%#</title><content type='html'>Sooo anyways for ya'll still high school/university hopefuls, here is what I picked up recently, enjoy! :D Carleton University: There's a 95% chance you know absolutely no one at Carleton, and if you do, they're probably your brother's best friend's girlfriend's cousin who you don't really care about anyway. I bet all you've ever been told about Carleton is &amp;quot;Don't go there!&amp;quot; Carleton is in Ottawa (you were thinking Hamilton am i right?) and so its campus social life consists of dull keg parties (they exist!) and AA meetings. For them Toronto is intimidating and Quebec exponentially cooler, so they get their jollies by flouting their Ottawness in front of all other Canadians. But being from Carleton ain't all that bad. Sure they'll never wear their Univ sweater in front of Waterloo kids, and yes sadly enough their most famous alumni is nobody's favorite and strangely regarded-as-unsuccessful-though-he-technically-is-succesful-actor/ washed-up-comedian Dan Acroyd. But hey Carleton kids get higher GPA's than those who go to actual universitiess. What's that mean? That means these bums will get ya! our seats in all the grad schools! Lakehead University: Quick fact: 99% of the general populus assumes that Lakehead must be in somewhere called Lakehead. WRONG! It's in Thunder Bay. Go figure. It's new, it's widely advertised on the TTC and its name is the model for meaningless unappealing university names. But hey at least its not York! Lakehead is the college of universities. It shouldn't even be on this list because everyone who goes to Lakehead is really just planning on transferring once they get their ass in gear and pull those marks up. Not much is known of this particular location and so we shall refrain from mocking it too much due to insufficient research. Well that and apathy which btw there is a lot of on campus. However this much shall be said. Lakehead can be a place for new beginnings and strangely enough this is one campus where the people actually get along. Laurentian University: Farmers. The whole lot of you! Anyone who claims that Sudbury is the place to be is in need of professional help. If you're not studying the wide world of mining you really should not go here. And i mean REALLY. You people are the definition of small town folk. But i'll bet ya two sheep and a bushel of hay that ya'll are friendly as hell and we all know that people skills account for 45% of moving up that corporate ladder. Or in your case, someday those skills will get Betty Sue to hold on to that shaky wooden ladder for ya when you're trying to keep those dang blasted pigeons from nesting in your barn. McMaster University: Located in Dullsville aka Hamilton, you people have absolutely no social life outside of your campus. Your world consists of shades of grey (much like UTSC) yet you have a reputation for being the select few who can mix academic and creative intelligence (much like York - gasp- i've actually said something good about York!). You pretend to be part of Toronto when in reality you weep every night because Torontonians regard you as lesser (and so snub you) while the rest of Canada regards you as Torontonian (and so hates you). Your grad schools have a great reputation and you can hold your heads high in the company of people from all sorts of universities simply because your system is so different that no one can really prove that underlying suspicion that secretly you guys are getting away with having easier courses. Ryerson University: If you know someone who goes to Ryerson you've probably heard the phrase &amp;quot;But it IS a real university!&amp;quot; one too many times. Ok Ok we get it. Its a university not a college. Give it a rest already! These people have a knack for complaining. Well who can blame them when one in every three Ryersonites you know is probably some sort of engineer or accountant. Those guys actually do have a reason to b**. Class sizes are usually reduced by more than 60%. This university is smart. They get ! your money and then boot your ass out of there. You guys get the workload of the 'real' universities. Hmm on second thought maybe your whining is actually well deserved venting for the many frustrations caused by your sucky sucky situation. Queens University: Snobs. All of you. Nasty nasty snobs! Your snobbishness is solely a result of the fact that you know your school is known on the international scale, you know that people respect the name of Queens and that you must be a pretty good all rounder to have gotten in. Lets face it you guys are mostly rich, white kids. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Even if you're not white, your individual style is soon assimilated into the mass market style of gino's/gina's. Right now Von Dutch is big and so are those trucker hats and farmer plaid shirts. You have all them don't you? You do know how to party it up. we must admit and for the most part you guys are ignorant of the fact that the rest of us consider you snobs simply because we're so envious of the fact that you actually get to go to Queens! Oh yeh and once you get out of there the rest of us will STILL not want to talk to you! Brock University Brock students cannot only walk and talk, they can grow beer guts too. your friend will have seemed to have jacked their level of tolerance, where their metabolism has slowed signifigantly. They talk in &amp;quot;jock lingo&amp;quot; and seem to have contracted several STD's. They will compensate for not having a football team by talking about their sensational rowing team whoo freakin hoo.They may have contracted a third eye also from living in residences bulit on top of a garbage dump. UofT Erindale: What the hell? Oh you mean the sauga campus? You have the reputation of prestigious UofT, in a beautiful scenic setting and you get to avoid the crazy commutes of downtowners and the ghetto styles of UTSC. Oh yeh and a lot of you are brown. Power to you! This campus is friendly, academically focused and respected. You guys are the 'nice friend' that no one really wants to pick on yet no one really bothers getting to know too well. You're not too funny or interesting either. You do your thing and thats that. Carry on Sauga peeps carry on. UofT Scarborough: It's not a university. It's highschool in disguise. With an emphasis on the crazy and exciting dating scene. Except maybe uglier. Strange but true fact: The architectural style of UTSC is Brutalist Industrialist. Translation? Its brutally ugly. The garden sculptures look like torture devices, and the school resembles a converted prison. You can tell that U of T gave this place the leftovers of the other campuses. Hell in some spots you guys have cubicles in former closets! UTSC is notorious for its ghetto reputation but is a school that truly has flavour. Its populus is perhaps the single most multicultural campus of them all (although once again lots of brown ppl here too). And for the most part they all get along regardless of ethnicities. This may be the one university where assimilation is virtually unheard of. The down side? Highschool cliquishness thrives here and after a while! seeing ENYCE and SEAN JOHN every two seconds starts to wear a little thin.For gods sake ppl your 21 pull up your damn pants! Oh yeh and those cubicles seem to sustain a secret graffiti dialogue culture that really should be studied. What the hell does 'Syndicate' mean anyway?? Stating the obvious: UTSC's secret insecurities arise from the fact that academically they are NOTHING when compared to St. George and they know it! UofT St.George: The REAL Uof T (and it IS U of T not UFT) These guys are the definition of annoying smart **. St. George's reputation for snobbishness rivals that of Queens. Their class sizes have ballooned to the 1000's. At St. George you're not a number, you're a decimal! Welcome to the real world smart **, you ain't all perfect and somebody has to get that 60! These guys are miserable (if they're passing), especially if they're the severely isolated and chronically lonely, verging on depression commuters. Commerce is full of Chinese kids who primarily only talk in Mandarin/Cantones! e and almost every other field is dominated by white kids. And EVERYONE is seriously over caffeinated. Friendliness is interpreted as a sly method to get someone's notes/syphon off their intelligence. And that irritating dwntwn chique is alive and well, so don't be surprised to see some non-asian chick in a kimono chatting about the plus side of communism with her friend in a puffy pink formal organza dress (with heels of course). University of Guelph: Is it just me but doesn't guelph sound liek it should be a verb for vomiting? Maybe its just me ... anyway you guys originally planned to be vets but got screwed over when those *** from Brock and Laurentian got your seats because they had an easier time getting that high GPA. You have great personalities. If you know what I mean. There's nothing to do in guelph so rampant alcoholism is the norm. Guelph is the Bermuda Triangle of universities. Most of you are here for reasons that you can't really explain. None of you REALLY wanted to go here but then again none of you really didn't either. The vast majority of you will graduate into fields you never really wanted to go into to but end up doing jobs that you don't altogether hate. If you had acquired the skills to make a single REAL decision in your lifetime you probably wouldn't be here! University of Ottawa: Your friend will stick up for their school where possible but secretly tell you that they only came to Ottawa after they were rejected by their first, second, third and fourth choices. Your friend will visit Parliament Hill and protest whatever is being protested because 'its fun' and because 'there's nothing better to do'. Weird side trend: They either are French or speak French or plan on becoming/speaking French. University of Waterloo: Waterlosers. Being the top school in Canada, Waterloo students are smug andarrogant believing that they are the best around! Damn you all for being right. Waterloosers have absolutely nothing to do all day but study. Well that and booze it up. The transit system sucks as does the night life. These guys come back to T.O. as often as possible to party it up. Oh yeh and they are even snobbier than Queens and St. George! This campus is ruled by Chinese peeps(in all things business) and by all those kids who you never really thought were THAT smart in school b/c they were so damn quiet. But if you're here for anything other than biomed, engineering and accounting you need to get over yourself! It's not THAT good a school! Trivia: the library was designed by Waterloo students and is currently sinking into the ground b/c they forgot to account for the weight of the books in the library. Way to go Waterlosers way to go! University of Western Ontario: It should just be called Western. It's not a university. It's Western. An anomaly. A night club/ resort that somehow got mislabelled as a university. Western doesn't count. Period. More so than the rest. At the other sucky universities you're really going to college. Here you're not even going to college, you're going to a non stop party. Your average intelligence is actually decreasing. Students here carry backpacks full of beer and those booze caps with the long straws attached. But hey there is justice in the world. A degree from Western is worth less than that 2 4 ! Side Note: If you're in business (post undergrad) the above doesn't apply to you at all. University of Windsor: Windsor? God I know absolutely nothing about Windsor. It's ok. I guess ... maybe not. Located in the definition of Nowhere's ville Windsor has a reputation for nothing. It may have been bombed to the ground a long time ago and the rest of us would probably never find out for another 6 or 7 years. Oh yeh everyone knows some (distantly usually) that goes to Windsor.Wilfred Laurier University: You hate Waterloo with a passion. And they look down on you from on high with grinning contempt. You have a fancy name but no solid reputation to back up that name with. Sorry from this point on the best you guys will ever be is second best. &amp;quot;Your friend will come back depressed because their attempts to mingle with Waterloo students were unsuccessful. They may try to marry a Computer Science or Engineering student from Waterloo because of their infatuation with the school but will return home empty-handed. They may consider suicide as a reasonable option. &amp;quot; York University: Saving the best for last. Where do we begin? If you can hold a fork you can go to york. York Shmork. You all know the sayings, you bought the T-shirts. York is the scapegoat for us all. Even Brock probably makes fun of York (although you losers really shouldn't). A significant part of the univ going ppl you know go here. York has a brilliant business program, and is probably THE BEST university for a career in arts. But no one will ever take it seriously. Why? Many reasons. Many many reasons. Firstly York offered every kid at UofT, Waterloo and Mc Master 1000's + a car +human sacrifices in an attempt to sway their decision. And it STILL didn't work! At York every single day is fashion friday. The biggest fixture on campus is not the library, not a cultural center, and no not even the athlethics center. No the biggest fixture at york is the york pseudo mall. Are you ferreal?? It's supposed to be a UNIVERSITY. Shop when you get home! Or at least on the weekend! York! 's focus isn't on keeping up with academics, its on keeping up with that latest fashion trend. The girls here are gorgeous, the bling blinding and if I see another $1000 Louis Vuitton purse in my face I will SCREAM.!!!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112759478870356287?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112759478870356287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112759478870356287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112759478870356287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112759478870356287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/high-school-is-over-oh-wait-i-dont.html' title='High School is over... oh wait I don&apos;t give a $@%#'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112757658923246943</id><published>2005-09-24T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:43:09.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, EYE see</title><content type='html'>We zipped over to get an emergency appointment at Dr. Bayly's this morning. Yesterday morning Meli woke up with a swolen right eye. She said she had been up most of the night from eye pain. Then she couldn't get her eye open because it had stuck shut! Of course, Thursday is the day the optometrist isn't in the office! Meli wore her glasses all day and put the contacts away to see if that would help. She was in pain all day and then at band rehearsal she sat it out because the sun caused pain, too.  She has a full-blown right eye infection. Dr. Bayly said it will most likely transfer to her left eye as well. So, we went to Walgreens with a prescription foran antibiotic drop 4x day for both eyes. She was told to throwher currentpair of contacts away (wonderful...she's only worn this pair a week) and she is banned from her contacts for a minimum of two weeks. She's not too happy about that as she says she doesn't see as well with her glasses as she does with her contacts. She's not too happy about having to perform atBand Day competition in glasses either.Oh well, she has to get her eyes healthy! We got home, I put the drops in her eyes, and she is attempting to get some sleep.  Me...it's back to washing windows. Maybe I'll be finished by next week. ICK!!! Today it's the computer room....windows, carpet...just general cleaning from floor to ceiling. Which room tomorrow? I SHOULD be finished by the time school starts on Aug. 15. HAhahahahahahahaha &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112757658923246943?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112757658923246943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112757658923246943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112757658923246943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112757658923246943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-eye-see.html' title='Oh, EYE see'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112749018779352682</id><published>2005-09-23T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:43:09.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still hasn't rained</title><content type='html'>Ugh...Now i remember why i don't normallywatch &amp;quot;Instant Star&amp;quot; I feel jealous afterwards.  I mean, goodness, she's got an awesome voice, she can play guitar, and she hasreally pretty red hair. I wonder if all the talent is real, and if her hair color is too, or some of it is fake. But if it is real, goodness that girl has got a lot of talent. Can't say I like the show much, it's a little too dramatic.  I don't have much more to say....School starts monday, did you know? *dodges shoes being thrown* Ok then, guess you did. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112749018779352682?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112749018779352682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112749018779352682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112749018779352682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112749018779352682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-hasnt-rained.html' title='Still hasn&apos;t rained'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112742193140054408</id><published>2005-09-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:45:32.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanta predicacion de compasion para que?</title><content type='html'>De que sirve tanta predicacion de compasion?Cuando uno esta en condicion de bienestar prospero, tiene familia y amigos a granel, pero si la vida de uno es de enfermedades y pobreza, no hay familia y mucho menos amigos. Tanta predicacion de compasion, de misericordia para con aquellos menos afortunados, que se oye en las iglesias, pero son palabras vanas que se pierden con el sonido de el viento. Porque la mera palabra sin accion no produce ningun efecto. El mundo esta llendo de predicadores, que solo hacen eso, predicar la palabra todos los dias en todas partes de el mundo, pero no ponen en practica lo que predican. Hablan de las buenas obras, pero no hacen obras. Hablan de la moral pero muchos de ellos son inmorales. La esperanza en la vida eterna es solo eso, una esperanza, una ilusion. La realidad es que la muerte es una consecuencia de la vida. La realidad es nacer y morir. Ya sabemos muchos, que la las deidades son producto de la mitoligia, que incluye diablos y brujas. Joseph Campbell en su libro &amp;quot;El Dios de las Mil Caras&amp;quot; explica con ejemplos reales basados en los investigaciones que logro hacer en todas las religiones que encontro por el mundo. El monoteismo se apoya en las sagradas escrituras llenas de argumentos ilogicos y contradicciones. Inspira la fe que hace que la gente no entienda y no vea. Hace que sus devotos no quieran usar la logica ni la sabiduria, solo quieren acepta y creer por la tradicion. Los predicadores asustan a los creyentes con que si no creen seran castigados. Que terminaran viviendo en las llamas eternas de los infiernos. Que de la unica manera de asegurar la vida eterna llena de completa felicidad y paz es no faltando con los diezmos para sostener &amp;quot;la obra de Dios&amp;quot;. La verdad es que ese dinero ofrece bienestar al pastor y su familia. Cuando larealidad es que hay que pensar en el mal y sus consecuencias. Hay que pensar en el bien y de como este hace vivible este mundo de tanta infelicidad. Pensemos en maneras decomo llevarnos mejor con el vecino, con la familia y el amigo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112742193140054408?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112742193140054408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112742193140054408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112742193140054408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112742193140054408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/tanta-predicacion-de-compasion-para.html' title='Tanta predicacion de compasion para que?'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112740398351300248</id><published>2005-09-22T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:46:23.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>So, I am blessed.... I am so blessed right now I feel spoiled Everything seems to be falling into place, as if God is moving chess pieces around in my life. New School New State New Car New House All in 2months ....but I hope I am ready for the struggle that will come with all these good things.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112740398351300248?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112740398351300248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112740398351300248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112740398351300248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112740398351300248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112733512719482057</id><published>2005-09-21T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:38:47.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Quote of the Day~</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Love is everything it's cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112733512719482057?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112733512719482057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112733512719482057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112733512719482057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112733512719482057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/quote-of-day.html' title='~Quote of the Day~'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112731710871871570</id><published>2005-09-21T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:38:28.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody!i went to nashville today with my grandparents.im still in tennessee visitin them!i should be coming home soon though.i've been so bored, theres nothin to do around here!!!!!!well besides skateboarding and shootin off firecrackers!ive been sleepin in a lot!!!!!!!i finnaly saved enough $money $to buy a new skateboard(a good1 this time) well thats about it!so e-mail me if ya want...or w/e!!bye-bye!    KYLE CAMPBELL  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112731710871871570?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112731710871871570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112731710871871570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112731710871871570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112731710871871570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112724875450518801</id><published>2005-09-20T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:39:14.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while...</title><content type='html'>WOW. It's been awhile, hasn't it? Well, I beat Fire Emblem for the 13th time... and I am awaiting the next game with much anticipation. When it comes to those games, I become avaricious. I also beat Minish Cap (finally!). The last boss on that game... *shudders* I don't like him a bit! Too many forms! XX Oh, well. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112724875450518801?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112724875450518801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112724875450518801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112724875450518801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112724875450518801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/been-while.html' title='Been a while...'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112723061291548694</id><published>2005-09-20T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:36:52.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fairy Tale For The Girls</title><content type='html'>Corrected Fairy Tale  Once upon a time,    in a land far away,    a beautiful, independent,    self-assured princess    happened upon a frog as she sat,    contemplating ecological issues    on the shores of an unpolluted pond    in a verdant meadow near her castle.    The frog hopped into the princess' lap    and said: Elegant Lady,    I was once a handsome prince,    until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.    One kiss from you, however,    and I will turn back    into the dapper, young prince that I am    and then, my sweet, we can marry    and setup housekeeping in your castle    with my mother,    where you can prepare my meals,    clean my clothes, bear my children,    and forever feel grateful    and happy doing so.    That night,    as the princess dined sumptuously    on a repast of lightly sauteed frog legs    seasoned in a white wine    and onion cream sauce,    she chuckled and thought to herself:    I don't fucking think so...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112723061291548694?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112723061291548694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112723061291548694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112723061291548694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112723061291548694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/fairy-tale-for-girls.html' title='A Fairy Tale For The Girls'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112716212317292675</id><published>2005-09-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:35:24.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep (Radiohead)</title><content type='html'>When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel,your skin makes me cry You float like a feather,in a beautiful world I wish I was special, you're so fucking special  But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdoWhat the hell am I doing here?I don't belong here  I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control I want a perfect body,I want a perfect soul I want you to notice,when I'm not around You're so fucking special,I wish I was special  But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.What the hell am I doing here?I don't belong here  She's running out the door, she's running, she run, run, run, run, run  Whatever makes you happy,whatever you want. You're so fucking special,I wish I was special, but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here?I don't belong here,I don't belong here... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112716212317292675?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112716212317292675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112716212317292675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112716212317292675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112716212317292675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/creep-radiohead.html' title='Creep (Radiohead)'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112714447720013890</id><published>2005-09-19T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:41:17.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Disney Trip</title><content type='html'>I hadan alright time at Disney. Charlie bailed, which is acceptable because he hates Dinsey. So I went solo arrived Thursday night at Midnight. Friday we spentat Epcot, Animal Kingdom and Magic Kingdom. We rode most of the rides and sawa few shows. The couple I was with argued a lot. A lot seems like an understatement.So when they weren'targuing it was nice and Ienjoyed eating this giant hotdog, riding thesafari,riding this space ride and watching thelights parade the most. The space ride was probably my fav. becauseme and sabrina made friends with this kid Chase that was thrown into ourgroup forthe ride and he was a fun kid. We did a lot of high fives and wooo's together. I am tired and i have to go into work. Booooo.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112714447720013890?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112714447720013890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112714447720013890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112714447720013890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112714447720013890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/mini-disney-trip.html' title='Mini Disney Trip'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112707585224949707</id><published>2005-09-18T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:37:32.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TERRELL OWENS' PSEUDO-RETURN?</title><content type='html'>      Terrell Owens, the disgruntled wide receiver for the Philadelphia Eagles, came back to the team's practice field, side-by-side with Eagles head coach, Andy Reid. However, the reception was not that good. At exactly 8:44 a.m., the appointed time was 8:45 a.m., Terrell Owens sprinted past the media out of the team's NovaCare Complex to make his return to the football field since being suspended by coach Reid last week. Owens was barely making any glances. He certainly did not looked up the sky where a single-engine plane was circling the facility, towing a banner that read: ''T-O must G-O.'' Despite the side show, coach Reid couldn't be any satisfied with Owens' ''new attitude'' so to speak. ''He was fine today. He did a great job,'' said coach Reid. However, this new Terrell Owens still can't seem to talk to the one who will probably pass the ball to him come the 2005-2006 NFL Season. Donovan McNabb. However, the Eagles quarterback has said that a conversation between the disgruntled wide receiver and the proverbial leader of the franchise is bound to happen. ''I think it's going to happen. I look forward to it happening,'' McNabb said. ''But again, when we get to that situation, then that's when we will handle it,'' he added. ''I think what we are doing right now is easing into everything and just going out and working, trying to answer some of the questions one of us may have and then be able to work in the confines of our own football field,'' concludes the Eagles QB. It will be interesting how Terrell Owens and Donovan McNabb be able to work together before the 2005-2006 NFL Season arrive. The Philadelphia Eagles better pray that everything works out. For more sports betting odds, visit Sports Betting Tips &amp;amp; Game Handicapping Picks. You want more? Well, you can also check out these sites; 2005 NFL Betting Picks, 2005 MLB Betting Picks, 2005 NBA Betting Picks, 2005 F1 Betting Picks and 2005 Boxing Betting Picks. If you want to learn more about this wonderful art we call sports betting, then click on Sports Betting Lessons and feed your curiosity on the indescribable pleasure one gets from wagering.  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Technorati: Sports Betting Sportsbook NFL Football Philadelphia Eagles Terrell Owens Donovan McNabb &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112707585224949707?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112707585224949707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112707585224949707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112707585224949707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112707585224949707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/terrell-owens-pseudo-return.html' title='TERRELL OWENS&apos; PSEUDO-RETURN?'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112705762934905007</id><published>2005-09-18T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:33:50.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Converter</title><content type='html'>I GOT TO TALK TO MY JESSICA!!!MINE MINE MINE!!! lol she was jealous of my nanny's friend Stephen cuz he got to hold meand and and uh... lol okay so I forgot... but... that's okay cuz I'm not depressed anymore! and like.. lol it was funny cuz i was up from 8-9:45 this morning and she didnt call then i finally fell back asleep and she called and woke me up! lmfao god i love that child! and you cant have her! MINE! lol it was so sweet cuz i was like come hold me and she said if i could go there, hold you, and be back in five minutes i would, but i cant and i said i wouldnt let you go back anyways and she said yeah thats the problem, it would take me five years before id come back awwwwws!!!well now its my time to go fantasize about her since i heard her voice again byez!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112705762934905007?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112705762934905007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112705762934905007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112705762934905007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112705762934905007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/straight-converter.html' title='Straight Converter'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112698928917277787</id><published>2005-09-17T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:34:50.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Testimony</title><content type='html'> Hey guys! I wanted to share my testimony with you. I've been saying that God is great and that He can do anything. Well, I wanted to share with you how I came to know Christ. I went through a very hard time in my life, but then I learned that it was the only way to get me to come to know the Lord. So, heres my story.   I got saved on November 24th, 2002. Every since I was a little kid, I have always thought that I was a Christian. I grew up in a Christian family, attended a Christian school all of my life, and went to chapel services there and read the Bible. I said the sinner's prayer when I was a little kid because I lived in that atmosphere and also because I thought it was the &amp;quot;Christian&amp;quot; thing to do. So, I didwhat I was told, but I didn't really understand what I was doing at the time. Ever since then, I thought that I was saved. Well, I guess I have never really felt that Christ was truly living in my heart and I have always had this feeling like there was an empty space inside of me. I guess I have always tried to fill that space with material, petty things, such as eating, friends, boys, and books. I was wrong and I felt so empty every day like, whats the point? I don't exactly know how to explain it. I just felt that something much bigger and more important was missing from my life.    When I was in elementary and junior high at Temple, I would get angry and frustrated in the chapel services and I never understood why. When the speaker would say, &amp;quot;Jesus is calling you right now, He wants you to have a relationship with him. If you arenot saved, I encourage you to come and pray with me now.&amp;quot; I would sit in my seat feeling so angry thinking (and even sometimes saying out loud in a whisper), &amp;quot;I don't want to hear this because I am a Christian. I just wish he would shut up.&amp;quot; Well, this went on for a long time. I really liked to singworship songs in the service, but I thinkthat I only sang them because I just liked to sing. I neverreally listened to the lyrics and I never understood what they were talking about. I wouldn't feel anything when I sang then, actually. I wastotally empty.    I lived therest of my life feeling this way. I wasn't concerned for the fact that I thought I was saved. I thought I didn't have anything to worry about. Every time I would tryto convince myself that I was a Christian and that I did have Jesus in my heart, my stomach gave a horrible jolt and I would begin tofeel sick. I would literally get this feeling in my stomach like I was going to throw up, and whenI got this feeling I turned to eating. I thoughtthat food would help settle this nervous feeling that I had. So, I ate. I ate constantly until I fell asleep. I neverfelt completely full. Instead, I always felt this sick pain inside of my stomach, but it never felt full. I don't know why I ate all the time. It's not like I was ever hungry, Ihardly ever was. It's just that I thought I could getrid of the pain that I had lurking inside mystomach.The painthat would nevergo away. Before Iknew it, I was over 15 pounds over weight. I despised myself and I was so insecure. I wasworried waht other people thought about me and if guys would really like me or not because I was fat. Even my own mother came up to me andtold me that I had gained a lot of weight. I thought that my mother didn't love me much,either.    I wasalso very depressed for a long time. I made it to wheremy friends or my family couldn't tell that I was depressed and actuallythought about killing myself. I always managed to keep a smile on my face, even though it was very painful to do so at times. I was a very hyper, happy-go-lucky kid.No one could ever tell that I was angry inside and very depressed. I did not want anyone to know because Iknew that if they thought that something was wrong, they would ask me about it. The last thing that I ever wantedwas totalk to them about my problems. I guess I just didn't want to twist anyone's arm or even give them something to hold against me. I alsodidn't think that anyone would care. I was dying inside and out and I had no clue why. I felt like my life didn't mean anything anymore. I felt like I wanted todie.I kept telling myself that if I sleep then it would all go away. Sometimes,I was even scared to sleep because I thought that I would never wake up. All this time I'm here telling myself that I was saved so I didn't worry about anything, but God wasthere telling me differently. He was telling me that I wasn't saved, but I desperately needed tobe. Thiscontinued for years upuntil September of 2002.  I never opened up topeople, either. I kept all of my emotions and thoughts bottled up inside of me and I expressed them by being angry because Ididn't know how to express themany other way. I never told anyone anything about me. I never thought that anyone would care. So, every time someone would ask me if I was okay, I would say yes and change the subject. Every time someone would ask me what was wrong, I would say nothing and smile at them.Therefore,no one eversuspected that I was depressed. I was happy to the public on the outside, but the truth wasI washurting and beyond confused onthe inside. I didn't knowwhy,either. I had no clue.   My mom and I hada lot of trouble with our relationship as well. For the longest time, all we ever did wasfight and she never talked to me about anything because she was afraid to sayanything to me. I would always snap back at my momfor no reason at all. I just felt so angry ateverything in my life. I wasn't mad at my mom most of the time, but I always took my anger out on her. There was a point in my life (and it wasn't too long ago, either) where I hated talking to my mom about anything and Ihated toopen up to anyone because I never trusted anyone and I would get so angry. I never trusted anyone because I thought that if I opened up to someone that they will just use it against me or go and tell someone else. I have had that happen to me before, though. I was so scared that if I told my friends anything then they would gossip about me or judge me in a negative way. So, that is why I usually kept to myself. I was always either in a really bad mood or wanting to cry for some reason. All of my friends started to not not want to be around me as much anymore. Corbin (my best friend) and I had problems because I was angry or depressed all the time. It was not until just recently that we became really close and that he actually wanted to be around me. I mean, when I'm quiet, it just means that I'm not in the mood to talk. However, sometimes when I'm quiet it means that I'm afraid to say anything. So, that is why I didn't open up to people.    Well, Aunt Mary Jo bought me this book for my 16th birthday called Diary of a Teenage Girl. It's about this normal 16-year-old girl who is a Junior in high school. She was lost and then she ended up getting saved at the end. She was writing in her diary about how she felt and how it has changed her life. As I was reading this, I sat there thinking about what she said and I felt SO angry and jealous all of a sudden. I sat on my bed thinking, am I really saved? Do I have Jesus living in my heart? Why am I always in a bad mood or depressed? What's wrong with me? Why am I this much overweight? All of these doubts and questions were swimming in my head and I was nervous and confused. Well, I didn't even finish reading the book before I quickly shut it. It was like I couldn't bear to finish reading it. I had this very desperate, painful feeling in my heartto do something, anything. I don't even know where it came from, it was so random. I knew right then that God was trying so hard to get to me andHe was pulling on my heart so hard. I thenflopped my book down on my bed and started crying. Tears were flowing freely down my cheecks and I justpoured my heart out to God. I was hurting sobad inside and I was desperate for something. I wantedsomething to change about me, and soon. I was desperate for someting solid in my life, somethingto have whenall else was gone just like my whole life was gone. I wanted so bad for something tofill this hole in my heart. Something more than what I've been doing thus far. I knew that no one else coulddo it but God Himself. I sat on my bed, crying and thinking, for about half and hour. Then, I turned out the light and prayed, &amp;quot;God, please help me. I don't understand what my life is about anymore. I feel so empty and alone. Help me, Lord, I needYou. Please, Lord, please forgive me for all of my sins and I'm so sorry for lettingYou down andrunning away form you all of these years. I love You so much andYou are all Ineed right now. Help me, God. Come into my heart and make me Yours. Change me and make me complete.&amp;quot; I prayed and I criedfor as long as I could toGod for I don't know how long. It was so intense and so emotional for me when I did. The miracle happened on November 24, 2002!   So, I accepted Christ in my heart.From that moment on everything changed dramatically. Everything inside of me haschanged, my emotions, my thoughts, my attitude on life has changed. My anger has now turned into inner peace,and mysorrows areno longer there. Christ took everything and changed it. It feels like a hugeburdenhas been lifted off of me,Ican finally breathe!I'm finally free! I feel so much happier now that Jesus is my Lord and Savior and I'm so relieved tohave that pain that Ihadmywhole life gone. I have fallen so deeply in love with Christ and it'sso amazing the things that God can do. He is so awesome! He took away my depression, my anger and resentment toward others, and my guilt. He saved me frommy own grave hereon earth and from eternal suffering in hell. He told me that I needed to wake up and realize that I needin my life was Him. Even my friends came up to me and told mehow muchI've changed. My best friend, Laura, said that she has been watching me over the lasttwo years and she said that my attitude has changed so much and she can tell that God has been working inside of me. Corbin came up tome as well and said that he knows I have been praying for him. I'm so thankful and I feel so relievedthat Chrsit saved my soul. Ihave never felt a better feeling than I felt on that night I opened my heart to Him.   Well, I just wanted to share this with you who are reading it. God can doALLthings and NOTHING is too big or too small for Him. He saved me, He can save you, too.   In Christ alone,  Jacque  Jeremiah 29:11  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112698928917277787?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112698928917277787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112698928917277787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112698928917277787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112698928917277787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-testimony.html' title='My Testimony'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112697157611995760</id><published>2005-09-17T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:39:36.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my summer</title><content type='html'>THIS SUMMER HAS BEEN SO KEWL!!! SLEEPIN IN SWIMIN SHOPIN I LOV SUMMER BUT I MISS SOME OF MY FRIENDS SKOOL IS COMMIN SOON AND IM GOIN TO BE IN 8TH WELL I GOT TO GO EAT SO I LOV ALL MY FRIENDS CANT WAIT TO SEE U ALL AGAIN  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112697157611995760?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112697157611995760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112697157611995760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112697157611995760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112697157611995760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-summer.html' title='my summer'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112690368054004785</id><published>2005-09-16T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:48:00.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OPK testing...ugh....</title><content type='html'>today was the first day of testing with the OPK...i hate them....okay, maybe hate is a strong word, but i really dislike them....really, truly dislike them. but anyway, i did the testing this morning and the thing that makes me not like them is the fact they aren't the easiest things to read. it's not like a pregnancy test where it's yes or no, this has two lines, but when it gets close to the &amp;quot;O&amp;quot; time, one line becomes a little darker. which isn't always clear to read. i wish it were easier, i have tried the taking your temp before you get out of bed, this saliva thingy-ma-jiggy, which by the way was to say the least interesting. you took some of your saliva, yes you basically spit on this glass thing and then pressed the button which made it light up, and presto you were supposed to be able to tell if you were ovulating or not by the dots in your saliva. um, sure sounds easy but it wasn't, i threw it away! the OPK are supposedly the most effective by what our infertility dr. has told us. so if anyone out there is looking for an investment, this would be a good one, because i have spent hundreds of dollars on the not so easy to read tests. oh and in case you were wondering what the OPK test results were...notta, so try again tomorrow... all in all today was a good day for me, work was a breeze and it went by quickly, which always makes it a good day....my poor husband on the other hand had to arrest a crazy that was um, naked and masterbating on some railroad tracks. they had to admit him to a physche ward and apparently to gethim admitted they have to get a UA sample. needless to say mr. whacked out on who knows what, didn't want to give a sample, and ended up peeing all over himself and on my husband. yikes, what a crappy job, oops i mean pissy (sorry i couldn't resist) but yes, his day was a tad more interesting than mine, for 10 hours he had to deal with some strung out junkie. i couldn't do his job, and i'm not sure how people that are in law enforcement do it, such abuse somedays.....so God bless anyone in law enforcement...thanks for protecting me(and all the crazies that claim they don't need protection)~sweet dreams~cynthia &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112690368054004785?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112690368054004785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112690368054004785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112690368054004785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112690368054004785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/opk-testingugh.html' title='OPK testing...ugh....'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112688498361121884</id><published>2005-09-16T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:36:23.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi ya</title><content type='html'>HELLO!!! whats ^ nm here just gots back from the movies..we went and saw BEWITCHED it was a pretty good movie and really really funny lol only thing was we had this couple with like 4 kids sitin right behind us and there baby wouldnt shut the fuck up!! so during the movie we had a baby crying and really pissed me off lol so i did what anyone would do and turned around and told them to shut the fuck up lol FYI never do that when there is a worker right next to u and who can kick u out lol but its all good it was the end of the movie anyway well besides that nothing else happend all day but me and my mom going everywhere around town and oh ya matt where did u get that book thing we needed 4 school? well i guess i will ttyl  ~bye bye~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112688498361121884?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112688498361121884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112688498361121884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112688498361121884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112688498361121884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/hi-ya.html' title='hi ya'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112681676891213815</id><published>2005-09-15T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:39:29.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday night and tuesday</title><content type='html'>hey ppl wats ^ im doin dumb homework its so dumb. but anyways i been bored all the time cause school steartimng and u get ^ early and go to school come home hang out and do it again i wish school was over! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112681676891213815?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112681676891213815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112681676891213815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112681676891213815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112681676891213815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/monday-night-and-tuesday.html' title='monday night and tuesday'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112681399925443954</id><published>2005-09-15T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:53:19.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kartkountry</title><content type='html'>KartKountry is awsome! it's in Shepardsville, Kentucky. our youth group went their the other day. (i go to westside Baptist church in murray Ky) well it took us 4 hours to get there.I road the slow ones twice and the fast ones twice. once this little kid cut me off i was pissed. then me and mathew raced we started goin' and then we stopped he said he wanted to race so i said ok. i was like ready set GO. i was in front of him the whole time and i kept cutting him off. then on the last turn to the finish line he cut me off i came about 2 inches close to one of the tires on the side so that's how he got in front of my he got out of his kart and i got out of mine and he laughed in my face. all well next time i'll beat him. &lt;a href=http://www.balkan-peninsula.com/xcel/CINNABAR.CARVED.BEADS.k.c3810.html&gt;cinnabar carved beads&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112681399925443954?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112681399925443954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112681399925443954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112681399925443954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112681399925443954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/kartkountry.html' title='kartkountry'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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-16092144.post-112679914140935797</id><published>2005-09-15T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:45:42.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quee alegria tan hp :D</title><content type='html'>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!, por fin volvio mi annita de por alla lejos... estoy mas feliz que marrano estrenando lazo, mas contento que.... (ya se me olvidaron los otros dichos), en fin... la idea es esa... estoy muy contento... creo que por ahora no necesito nada mas para ser feliz... :D.... Lindaaa te amo muchisimo, te adoro hasta el infinito  hoy... sera un dia para recordar :D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16092144-112679914140935797?l=josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112679914140935797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16092144&amp;postID=112679914140935797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112679914140935797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16092144/posts/default/112679914140935797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedunlevycomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/quee-alegria-tan-hp-d.html' title='quee alegria tan hp :D'/><author><name>Jose Dunlevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00846222424204125749</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>
