<?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-10297039</id><updated>2011-07-28T10:50:03.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtue of Wisdom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-7380218284826382764</id><published>2009-11-18T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:31:06.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evony!</title><content type='html'>oK if you haven't played this web based game it's pretty amazing.  I love strategy games.  There are a few things though i would change.  One is, i wish you can build more then one thing at a time.  Maybe the more cities you own, the more buildings you can build.  Second, i wish when you upgrade your compass from 1 to 2 it actually makes a difference, something you might notice.  But none the less, it's an exciting game that you coordinate attacks with friends and take down other alliances.  I enjoy it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-7380218284826382764?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7380218284826382764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=7380218284826382764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/7380218284826382764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/7380218284826382764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2009/11/evony.html' title='Evony!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-3959099691082145426</id><published>2009-10-28T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:20:16.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Halloween is here already!?</title><content type='html'>Holy crap this year has been flying by, thank God, in so many ways.  Work has been slow, money tight, friendships taking many turns, some for better some for worse.  Seems like just a few weeks ago i was in chicago (was in January) and it's already halloween.  It's nuts.  But i'm actually excited about the holidays coming up.  I love the spirit plus the atmosphere and family and friends.  Sigh... gotta go get some zzz... gotta get up in a few hours. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-3959099691082145426?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3959099691082145426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=3959099691082145426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/3959099691082145426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/3959099691082145426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-halloween-is-here-already.html' title='So Halloween is here already!?'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-6448665282029682349</id><published>2009-10-11T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:00:01.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CRAP!</title><content type='html'>Man, i totally forgot to even update my blog.  It's been many a moons since i've wrote on here and honestly i really haven't even thought about it until today.  Not sure why it came to me but i just thought of it so i became curious.  Then i was reading through some of the stuff i wrote and i remembered why i stopped writing.  Anyways, no matter, i'll try to see if i can keep it current once more.  Key word... Try... Of course it does motivate to write more when you receive comments but of course you have to have something worthy to comment on.  Vicious cycle. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-6448665282029682349?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6448665282029682349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=6448665282029682349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6448665282029682349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6448665282029682349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2009/10/holy-crap.html' title='HOLY CRAP!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-2705805505549183184</id><published>2008-06-29T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:18:10.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainties</title><content type='html'>Well... i know it's been a long time since i've written here.  I'm not dead yet... haha.  Still alive and kicking.  Just been super busy with work.  I finally finished my building project that pleagued me for a long time now.  Frustration after frustration.  Not to mention one of my closest friends tring to stab me in the back.  I had to hear it through the grape vine.  Really ticked me off that he went behind my back and didn't have the guts to approach me and talk to me about it.  I think that bothered me more then what he was doing.  Anyways, now i'm at a cross road... I feel like this point in my life is at a critical point.  The deciscion i make right now is going to forum the rest of my life.  I guess that is why my deciscion is sooo hard.  All the "what if's", which way should i choose?  which one will be the most benificial to me.  Something inside of me tells me it doesn't matter, whatever i pick God will bless it.  But why is it still so difficult?  Well that's where i've been in my life, kind of a load on those that have been reading my blog for some time but i'm sure you guys understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-2705805505549183184?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2705805505549183184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=2705805505549183184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/2705805505549183184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/2705805505549183184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2008/06/uncertainties.html' title='Uncertainties'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-8726983840029028667</id><published>2007-12-17T22:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:46:51.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, today was a big day.  Not only did i celebrate my 27th year on this planet earth and my singleness for 27 years, but also the fact that I've been in the USA for 21 years.  So tonight I had another friend of mine who also has the same birthday as myself and two other lady frineds went out to eat dinner and drink some coffee afterwards.  It was quite a fun evening and I didn have a blast.  One of them is a very intresting character. She's fun i enjoy her company.  The other one is fun as well but i think there is a conspiracy going on to hook us up.  It won't fly, just a FYI for those that might read it.  I'm not attracted to her in that manner what so ever.  She's a friend and that's all. My gut feeling is, that, this conspiracy is very much true.  My gut feeling is hardly ever wrong.  very unusual if it's wrong. Anyways, im off to bed.  work much go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-8726983840029028667?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8726983840029028667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=8726983840029028667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/8726983840029028667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/8726983840029028667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-670209447923116257</id><published>2007-12-15T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:11:23.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh... this make me smile. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYT2HOhmTDY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYT2HOhmTDY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-670209447923116257?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/670209447923116257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=670209447923116257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/670209447923116257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/670209447923116257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/12/sigh-this-make-me-smile.html' title='Sigh... this make me smile. :)'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-6400572229499900544</id><published>2007-12-06T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:41:44.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time.</title><content type='html'>Well folks, it seems that life keeps getting more busy as the months go on.  God, i don't even know how long it's been since i've bloged.  But anyways, no i'm not dead, i just have been super busy with work.  Man, it's not easy... but worth every bit that's for sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-6400572229499900544?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6400572229499900544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=6400572229499900544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6400572229499900544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6400572229499900544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-time.html' title='Long time.'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-7330763042418331206</id><published>2007-09-23T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:32:29.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im here!</title><content type='html'>If you want to check out some picture I took of hungary and the ones soon to be taken of romania, check out my facebook.  Its alot of pictures.  I have over 200 on face book but i have over 600 on my cousins computer.  Anywho, i'm off to bed.  We had a long day today.  We went to a church opening and it was packed.  There was a 2-2.5 hour service and then a 1 hour break to eat some desserts, then back for another 2-2.5 hour service.  Sigh... exhausting.  It was good preaching just a bit long for me with the two services close together.  Peace out!  check out the facebook link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=627485192"&gt;FACEBOOK LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-7330763042418331206?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7330763042418331206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=7330763042418331206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/7330763042418331206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/7330763042418331206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-here.html' title='Im here!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-2618576177266897428</id><published>2007-09-04T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:11:45.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 more days!</title><content type='html'>Seven more days, man  I can NOT wait!  I tell yah, it's been good but God had been challenging me with this house.  We were sitting around today waiting on the tile to dry a bit before wiping off the grout and we were talking about how much money we have left.  Well, it's not good that's for sure, but it's also not bad for this project.   The thing is that for the first project of the company it's NOT good.  We don't have any money to fall back too.  We can only depend on a buyer.  Funny thing is that God will have to bring the buyer for this house.  And I have to trust him that he will because  i won't be able to finish the house.  I don't have money, it's all in the house, my partners don't have money, so I have no choice but the pray and rely on God.  BUT i guess it's a way of God asking "will you trust in me?"  And to God I respond, "yes, totally"  He said it, I believe it, He will do it.  Faith, an intresting thing, with out action it's dead, but action without faith it's dead.  We steped out in faith to do this, we all felt like God was in this and we've seen him work throughout this project so there is no doubt that he has a hand in this.  Father, I'm here at your mercy, do your will, stay true to your word and your word says that you hear our prayers and you also are faithful even sometimes we've been unfaithful.  Father, keep your hand on us for the rest of this project, give me peace of mind while i'm on this trip.  Help me to take my mind off of this, rejuvinate my energy, passion, blow life into me God.  To come back with excitment for you, life, work and a passion that i've never seen.  Help with with work, help my partners to regain passion not only for the buisness, but for YOU God.  Bring them back into your arms.  God i really need this rest.  This break from everything.  And if at all possible God, bring me a partner.  Someone that has a passion for you.  A passion for life.  A passion for family.  You know who she is, and where. Here I am father, hear my cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-2618576177266897428?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2618576177266897428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=2618576177266897428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/2618576177266897428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/2618576177266897428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/09/7-more-days.html' title='7 more days!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-3004229404793400294</id><published>2007-08-28T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:21:32.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap!</title><content type='html'>WOW, it's been a long stinken time since i've written on here.  To be honest, at this time in my life, i don't have time for this.  It's not that i don't want to write or don't have anything to write it's just the fact that the time I have is becoming more and more taken up by other things.  You only have so much of it and you have to decide where to put your time.  For me, it's focused more on family, friends, and work.  Anywho, thats about all i gotsta write.  OH, I only have 15 more days before i get the hell out of here.  The closer it gets the more restless i get.  Will i enjoy the trip?  I don't know if i will or not, but i hope i do.   Stoked!  God, help me out here, i'm going bonkers about this trip. haha.  :) Excellent... muhahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-3004229404793400294?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3004229404793400294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=3004229404793400294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/3004229404793400294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/3004229404793400294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/08/holy-crap.html' title='Holy crap!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-317030170076209685</id><published>2007-07-29T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:25:36.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sowing Generously</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Corinthians 9:6-12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;Remember this: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously. &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work. &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;As it is written:    "He has scattered abroad his gifts to the poor;       his righteousness endures forever."[&lt;a title="Go to" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=2+corinthians+9%3A6-12&amp;passage2=&amp;amp;passage3=&amp;passage4=&amp;amp;passage5=&amp;version1=31&amp;amp;version2=0&amp;version3=0&amp;amp;version4=0&amp;version5=0&amp;amp;Submit.x=0&amp;Submit.y=0#fen-NIV-28950a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;Now he who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will also supply and increase your store of seed and will enlarge the harvest of your righteousness. &lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt;You will be made rich in every way so that you can be generous on every occasion, and through us your generosity will result in thanksgiving to God.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt;This service that you perform is not only supplying the needs of God's people but is also overflowing in many expressions of thanks to God&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just some food for thought for some people out there that don't know why they're having financial trouble, having a hard time making payments or a hard time putting food on the table.  Well you may say "How can i give?  If I even give what little I have, I won't be able to put food on the table?"  Or "If I actually had something to give like a rich man, then I will give."  See there is the problem in your philosophy of thinking.  And I say to you, IF you can't give from the little you have, how do you expect God to give you more and you give from that?  I know in my life alone I have story after story where God reached out and helped me and in my family, well, that would take a lot of logs to write about all those instances.  My friends, i'm not sure what to tell you but step out in faith, trust in God, and he will not, HE WILL NOT let you down.  You will be surprised at how God can mulitiply the little that you have to have plenty and some.  For those that are well off, I tell you, use this principles and you will see your wealth, buisness, your happiness grow.  I know i've applied this to my buisness and I have not seen things go smoother in any other project we've done.  And I know it's because we've dedicated our buisness and what we do to God.  May God bless you and bless you more abundantly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-317030170076209685?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/317030170076209685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=317030170076209685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/317030170076209685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/317030170076209685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/07/sowing-generously.html' title='Sowing Generously'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-5824831835445299153</id><published>2007-07-29T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:45:02.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss American Girls Good-bye!</title><content type='html'>My title for this post is correct.  I've talked to many girls in my days and to me seems like American girls are very shallow.  Too into themselves, too "me" oriented, and very immature.  There is something more attractive about girls overseas.  They make more sense when they talk and you can actually have great conversations with them.  As far as i'm concerned i'm done with American chicks.  Overseas chicks here i come!  Speaking of which i can't wait to leave for a long time and just be able to chill.  Anywho back to the topic at hand.  To me and other friends i've spoken with foreign girls have more common sense about things.  Especailly about relationships.  When you hear them talk about relationships it's like getting a breath of fresh air.  They pretty much tell you things up front and like to tell you where they stand.  American girls, not so much.  Too much bullshit, too many games, and once again... too much bullshit.  I'm through with that.  IF by some chance i run into some american girl that isn't like this, I, for one, will be shocked, and two, i'll have my doubts.  BUT it could be possible.  Blah, it's late, i need some sleep.  That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-5824831835445299153?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5824831835445299153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=5824831835445299153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5824831835445299153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5824831835445299153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/07/kiss-american-girls-good-bye.html' title='Kiss American Girls Good-bye!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-839148872545072319</id><published>2007-07-13T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:39:44.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the Reason?</title><content type='html'>Well guys it's been a long time since i've thought about life and particularly my life.  You get so caught up in the daily grind that you totally forget to review your goals in life, why your doing what you are, what was the motion for you to even start what you are doing, and most importantly how are you and God doing? Those questions have been boggling my mind as of late.  So i have been thinking about that last question the most and why now, i'm not sure.  I know that i'm no where near where i would like to be, not that there is a limit to the closeness of God.  You know when you would be sitting in church and they do a alter call?  Well, i don't get any emotion or feeling when people respond or people get saved.  I remember days when i used to get tears in my eyes and pray while they made the ulter call for those that are recieving christ as their lord and savior. Now, i just clap when everyone else does and call it a day.  Seems to me my spunk is gone, my spark, my fuel, my fire, my desire, my passion to know him more and to be know by him.  My life has been a jumble of emotions, like today for example, i was angry when i got up.  Not sure why?  Seemed like anything people said i responded in a rude manner, it wasn't intentional, it just came out like that.  So as i realized this i started to think before i spoke.  It could be just one of those days, who knows besidesd God.  I know that I gotta start putting God back in the focus of my life.  When you put him back in the picture, God will take care of the problems, he will supply all your needs, he will protect you from the storm, he will lift you when you fall, he will heal you when your sick, he will give you comfort through the thick times of life.  THIS is the God i server, so why have I lost this prospective?  I'm not sure?  But the prospective is changing, changing slowly, but changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-839148872545072319?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/839148872545072319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=839148872545072319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/839148872545072319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/839148872545072319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-guys-its-been-long-time-since-ive.html' title='What is the Reason?'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-256621542067842971</id><published>2007-06-19T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:54:49.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time.</title><content type='html'>Hello, all you peeps that are out there.  I just wanted to say Hello because it's been a while since i've written here regularly likei used too.  I have quite a few reasons why which i'll go into later because i'm tired.  If i have more time tomorrow evening i'll write once again.  But it seems like that's what has been minimal so i'll try to get the chance to hop and write some more. till then, Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-256621542067842971?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/256621542067842971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=256621542067842971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/256621542067842971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/256621542067842971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-all-you-peeps-that-are-out-there.html' title='Long time.'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-6918283832761129026</id><published>2007-06-10T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:33:12.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Blog</title><content type='html'>Well folks, I have a friend named Des, or should I say Dr. Des, who has created a awesome sight.  His son did actually, creator of www.thexdegree.com, but Des's sight is about quick words of encouragement, which i love.  You guys should check it out.  It's done by video and he also writes a little bit too.  Nothing like getting some pearls of wisdom for the week to think on or impliment in our lives.  The site is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.drdes.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can write him on there or you can also sign up on the X degree and send him a comment there.  Either place though, i believe he will bless you with some insight.  Check him out! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-6918283832761129026?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6918283832761129026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=6918283832761129026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6918283832761129026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6918283832761129026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends-blog.html' title='Friends Blog'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-3927578835809498798</id><published>2007-06-02T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:30:20.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>Well folks it's been a while since i've posted.  Granted i've been busy to every second of the day these past few weeks.  ANYWHO I've been working on our company with my partners trying to get it off the ground and i must say when we got it off the ground it must of jumped. haha.  I have been drawing up floor plans working on the layout of the house on our property, and tons of other things.  My greatest joy will be when i'm away from this crazy town called springfield.  When i'm in South Africa for two weeks and france for another 10-14 days in October.  Can NOT wait!  I need a break pretty bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-3927578835809498798?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3927578835809498798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=3927578835809498798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/3927578835809498798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/3927578835809498798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/06/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-5068701275743112245</id><published>2007-04-29T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T02:40:33.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of my baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RjRkxFXKruI/AAAAAAAAACU/-ITuToDgPoE/s1600-h/my+car+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058779075859623650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RjRkxFXKruI/AAAAAAAAACU/-ITuToDgPoE/s320/my+car+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RjRkK1XKrsI/AAAAAAAAACE/fZHtem5euXA/s1600-h/my+car+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058778418729627330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RjRkK1XKrsI/AAAAAAAAACE/fZHtem5euXA/s320/my+car+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RjRkxlXKrvI/AAAAAAAAACc/b7-_3ULCcnM/s1600-h/my+car+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058779084449558258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RjRkxlXKrvI/AAAAAAAAACc/b7-_3ULCcnM/s320/my+car+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RjRkLFXKrtI/AAAAAAAAACM/MFvhnxPrg1M/s1600-h/my+car+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058778423024594642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RjRkLFXKrtI/AAAAAAAAACM/MFvhnxPrg1M/s320/my+car+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RjRllVXKrwI/AAAAAAAAACk/eoJo-bSZsno/s1600-h/my+car+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058779973507788546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RjRllVXKrwI/AAAAAAAAACk/eoJo-bSZsno/s320/my+car+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where she's at for the moment.  I have bought some things for her and here are some of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. interior door handles (left and right door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. interior door handle covers (left and right door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fuel pump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fuel sender unit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bosch spark plug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Racing spark plug wires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. All the belts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Air intake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. control arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tierods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Brembo sloted and drill rotors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Belistin BTS sports shocks and springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Body kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I still need to get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Convertable top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get the front seats re-done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Paint for the car (sapphire pearl black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Maybe new axels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fuel filter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Maybe door poppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i can think of for the moment.  Can't wait to see it come together a bit more.  I'm super excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-5068701275743112245?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5068701275743112245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=5068701275743112245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5068701275743112245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5068701275743112245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures-of-my-baby.html' title='Pictures of my baby.'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RjRkxFXKruI/AAAAAAAAACU/-ITuToDgPoE/s72-c/my+car+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-5386406377074145371</id><published>2007-03-28T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:47:19.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SA</title><content type='html'>SA equals to South Africa.  I'm thinking of going there here shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-5386406377074145371?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5386406377074145371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=5386406377074145371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5386406377074145371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5386406377074145371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/03/sa.html' title='SA'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-1011162168953745835</id><published>2007-03-21T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:21:54.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long days....</title><content type='html'>Man it's been 14+ hour days the last 3 weeks and it's starting to wear on me.  For example yesterday i got up at 7:30am and didn't get home til 1am, went to bed at 2am and got up at 7:30-8am... then repeat.  I'm exhausted.  Anywho, i'm going to bed.  The sleep hours are ticking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-1011162168953745835?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1011162168953745835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=1011162168953745835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/1011162168953745835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/1011162168953745835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-days.html' title='Long days....'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-4405347223237586672</id><published>2007-03-18T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:38:56.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*WARNING*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just some info for all those ladies that have been pursued by me.  You see there is a curse/blessing that i have.  People I pursue end up getting married within a year or two after I stoped.  SO Ladies beware... here in a few years... a couple of people might be getting married. MUHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have a warning label or something.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-4405347223237586672?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4405347223237586672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=4405347223237586672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/4405347223237586672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/4405347223237586672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/03/warning.html' title='*WARNING*'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-7729066837026057143</id><published>2007-03-06T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:49:48.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remodeling</title><content type='html'>Well folks my friend Chad bought a house, strangely my old youth pastors house, and he has been doing some remodeling.  I've helped out a bit here and there but he's done most of the work.  Super excited for him and Jona.  This is what we worked on tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/Re40jwZbd8I/AAAAAAAAABI/_KcqBj_v5pk/s1600-h/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/Re40jwZbd8I/AAAAAAAAABI/_KcqBj_v5pk/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039022821965789122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/Re40kQZbd9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Etsym1L9zhg/s1600-h/IMG_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/Re40kQZbd9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Etsym1L9zhg/s320/IMG_0621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039022830555723730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?  Imagine the dark green trim white though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-7729066837026057143?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7729066837026057143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=7729066837026057143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/7729066837026057143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/7729066837026057143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/03/remodeling.html' title='Remodeling'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/Re40jwZbd8I/AAAAAAAAABI/_KcqBj_v5pk/s72-c/IMG_0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-6240958254084777840</id><published>2007-02-28T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:16:09.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>Man, taxes when alright.  I just can't wait to see how much I owe... not really wanting to know.  On the other hand we went to the bank and the banker seemed very optimistic.  We should be recieving a phone call tomorrow, if not, then on monday about our paperwork stuff.  Cross your fingers... things are about to take off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-6240958254084777840?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6240958254084777840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=6240958254084777840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6240958254084777840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6240958254084777840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/02/relief.html' title='Relief'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-830253033625720658</id><published>2007-02-27T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:45:17.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes</title><content type='html'>Blah... tomorrow i gotta go to my accountant and get my taxes done...eek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-830253033625720658?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/830253033625720658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=830253033625720658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/830253033625720658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/830253033625720658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/02/taxes.html' title='Taxes'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-5503460897361287127</id><published>2007-02-25T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:31:39.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Ohio today, Greenville Ohio to be exact.  It was a good right there.  Plenty of room in the suburban.  The funny thing is the gas almost cost just as much as our trip to colorado.  And this was a 9 hour drive.  Anywho, this wedding that I went to was of a good friend of mine from springfield who moved to LA and meet his wife there.  Which is a awesome story how God brought them together.  It was great to finally meet her after the last couple of years hearing him talk about her and how awesome she was.  He was right, she is very awesome and very attractive.  You go Ben!  lol.  They are a perfect match.  Their sense of humor is identical, the way they act, and especially the way they love each other.  I couldn't be happier for him.  The wedding was also the shortest wedding i've ever been to in my entire life!  It was about 13 minutes long. lol.  The reception was much longer(about 4 hours) with dancing and finger foods.  All around it was a very fun wedding.  I have a ton of pictures from the wedding that i'll post here shortly.  On the other side of the coin, i absolutely hate weddings.  I can't stand them.  I will go and support my friends getting married and even be in a wedding.  Being at a wedding just eats me up.  Everyone and there mother is there with a girlfriend, loved one or husband/wife.  I just have grown tired of it.  I'm pretty sure i'll be single for a while.  The more i live the more of a bad taste girls leave in my mouth.  But i have noticed it is only springfield.  Not sure what happened to the ladies here... but their odd.  Nothing like anywhere else i've traveled too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I got a phone call from a friend of mine that I was a best man in and was asked if i would mind if his brother would take my place because his brother got his feelings hurt.  So what am I suppose to say?  No, I want to be the best man?  It's his wedding and he can do what he wants.  BUT don't expect me to throw the same party that I was wanting to throw for him.  I think it's wrong to ask your best man to step down, not even to another grooms man but down to a possible usher?  A possible usher? Then you want him to throw you a bacholor party for him because others are not capable to throw a good party?  I'm sorry but that doesn't really motivate me to throw a good party.  This is the second time i've been asked to step down from the best man position.  I must say it sucks.  It leaves you feeling like shit.  Anywho... that's all for now.  Pictures will be posted in a few days on flickr and some here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-5503460897361287127?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5503460897361287127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=5503460897361287127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5503460897361287127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5503460897361287127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/02/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-1710711375002535796</id><published>2007-02-21T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:49:49.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Not sure what the title of the blog means it just put itself there.  I haven't written in a few  days so i figured i would put something.  I have a friend i was talking to from south africa and she brought a subject up about people that help you and people that just use you.  There are time in our lives where we look at all our friends and really wonder who they are and why are we friends?  You have to at some point clean out the garden sorta speak.   Take out all the weeds (friends that just use and abuse the relationship) that are strangling the life out of you and your good relationsips.   This is usually hard thing to do because feelings get hurt and people get upset.  But in the long run it's a good thing.  The relationships will grow stronger and closer.  Now that is worth having and holding onto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-1710711375002535796?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1710711375002535796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=1710711375002535796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/1710711375002535796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/1710711375002535796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/02/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-4189468456500854021</id><published>2007-02-17T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:20:34.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/Rdd8KcIKAmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/K1yyxHor9sQ/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/Rdd8KcIKAmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/K1yyxHor9sQ/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032627627400757858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/Rdd7h8IKAlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J6y7Lo5GDnA/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/Rdd7h8IKAlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J6y7Lo5GDnA/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032626931616055890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/Rdd54sIKAkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LEnszkSI4zU/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/Rdd54sIKAkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LEnszkSI4zU/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032625123434824258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see more check out my &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/79658023@N00/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-4189468456500854021?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4189468456500854021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=4189468456500854021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/4189468456500854021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/4189468456500854021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-pics.html' title='First pics...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/Rdd8KcIKAmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/K1yyxHor9sQ/s72-c/IMG_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-5427568238342164199</id><published>2007-02-13T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:12:51.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT IT!</title><content type='html'>NOW TO TAKE SOME PICTURES....muhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Edit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy crap this camera is rockin'!  I can't wait to learn more on doing some of the fancy stuff like night photograph.  :)  I'm so stoked!  Well i'll be learn about this beast and you peeps won't see me for a while.  I'll be out and about photographing stuff.  Maybe see you cool cats downtown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-5427568238342164199?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5427568238342164199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=5427568238342164199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5427568238342164199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5427568238342164199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-got-it.html' title='I GOT IT!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-1426218265690394257</id><published>2007-02-11T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:04:08.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itching...</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for my camera to come in.  I was talking to my friend and her and I will have to get together and take some photos at night.  I'm so stoked about night photos. Not to mention the 5 burst and to take photos at concerts!  Man, I'm excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-1426218265690394257?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1426218265690394257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=1426218265690394257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/1426218265690394257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/1426218265690394257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/02/itching.html' title='Itching...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-7629666111195195690</id><published>2007-02-06T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:04:09.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF Mate?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RcmH6Orbk_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/FTsbtLsP4iw/s1600-h/Camerastuff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RcmH6Orbk_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/FTsbtLsP4iw/s320/Camerastuff.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028699893378290674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so i get a email to confirm my order, so i do so.  When i get the operator he tries to sell me some extra things like batteries, and such.  I thought it came with one... Oh.. it's extra.  I told him no thanks just cancel the battery and just send me my package that i ordered.  Then he tried to sell me a warrenty and i told him it came with one.  He said No...there is only on the ones that are shipped in the US.  I was like, What?, in my head.  I thought missouri was part of the US...intresting.  SO i was dealing with a complete imbasol.  I told him that i want my warrenty, i want my package, and If the site was wrong it's unfortunate but your lose not mine.  He said fine and hung up on me.  So today when i got home from work, i checked my order and it was completely canceled!  I was like F that.  I went to ebay, found one on there.  When i was looking at the package i got one HELL of a DEAL!  SO i called up the place again just to make sure the order was cancelled.  It was so i called up my CC and told them to make sure that store won't charge anything on my CC.  They were super nice on the CC side.  So i ordered a even BETTER package then before for about the same price with TONS more extras.  Here is the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items Included With The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANON EOS 30D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * BP-511A Lithium-Ion Battery (7.4v 1390mAh)&lt;br /&gt;   * CG-580 Portable Battery Charger&lt;br /&gt;   * CR2016 Lithium Battery (for Date/Time Functions)&lt;br /&gt;   * IFC-400PCU USB Interface Cable&lt;br /&gt;   * VC-100 Video Cable&lt;br /&gt;   * Eyecup Eb&lt;br /&gt;   * Neck Strap&lt;br /&gt;   * R-F-3 Camera Cover&lt;br /&gt;   * EOS Digital Solutions Software CD-ROM&lt;br /&gt;   * User's Guide&lt;br /&gt;   * Brand New, U.S.A. Limited War&lt;br /&gt;   * 1 Canon EF-S 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6 Lens&lt;br /&gt;   * 1 Canon EF 75-300mm f4.0-5.6 III USM Lens&lt;br /&gt;   * 2 UV Filters&lt;br /&gt;   * 2 Lens Pouches&lt;br /&gt;   * 1 Auto Digital Wireless Flash&lt;br /&gt;   * 1 4GB Compact Flash Memory Card&lt;br /&gt;   * 1 USB Memory Card Reader&lt;br /&gt;   * 1 Hard Carrying Case&lt;br /&gt;   * 1 Deluxe Carrying Bag&lt;br /&gt;   * 1 Deluxe Video &amp;amp; Photo Tripod&lt;br /&gt;   * 1 Camera/Video Mini Tripod&lt;br /&gt;   * 1 3 Pc. Lens Cleaning Kit&lt;br /&gt;   * 1 1 Gig. Flash drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS a Free upgrade on my shipping to Air Shipping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I don't think you can beat that.  BUT WAIT THERES MORE!  I also get $220 rebate! LOL!  Now... that's a deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-7629666111195195690?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7629666111195195690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=7629666111195195690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/7629666111195195690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/7629666111195195690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/02/wtf-mate.html' title='WTF Mate?!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RcmH6Orbk_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/FTsbtLsP4iw/s72-c/Camerastuff.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-3749752720608035676</id><published>2007-02-04T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:00:02.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I BOUGHT THE CAMERA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be posting some pictures here in week or so with this new baby.  It takes a week to get it and I got all this with it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  EOS 30D Digital SLR&lt;br /&gt;2.  18-55mm f/3.5-5.6 Auto Focus Lens&lt;br /&gt;3.  55-200mm f/4.5-5.6 Auto Focus Lens&lt;br /&gt;4.  2GB Error Free Compact Flash Card&lt;br /&gt;5.  LCD Screen Protector&lt;br /&gt;6.  High Speed Compact Flash Card Reader&lt;br /&gt;7.  Deluxe Lens Cleaning System&lt;br /&gt;8.  Full-Size Tripod&lt;br /&gt;9.  Deluxe Camera Case&lt;br /&gt;10. Introduction to the Canon 30D Digital SLR DVD&lt;br /&gt;11. Lens Cap Keeper&lt;br /&gt;12. Lens Pouch&lt;br /&gt;13. Wrsit Strap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a awesome price!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-3749752720608035676?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3749752720608035676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=3749752720608035676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/3749752720608035676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/3749752720608035676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/02/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-8990559665411079007</id><published>2007-01-30T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:17:01.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to buy</title><content type='html'>Well folks it's been a long time since i've had a camera.  I miss taking pictures and i miss posting them.  I'm sure you guys miss seeing them as well.  So I'm highly considering puchasing this lovely camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RcBBg-rbk-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vZeAtbJP56c/s1600-h/Canon+EOS+30D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RcBBg-rbk-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vZeAtbJP56c/s320/Canon+EOS+30D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026089218982253538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Canon EOS 30D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, yes, laura you can fiddle with it and touch it.  hehe.  I'm also thinking of getting a few accesories for it.  And this time, my camera won't be stolen.  I think if you tryed shoving this in your pants, i think i would notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-8990559665411079007?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8990559665411079007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=8990559665411079007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/8990559665411079007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/8990559665411079007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-to-buy.html' title='Time to buy'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-1ehn-n3RQ/RcBBg-rbk-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vZeAtbJP56c/s72-c/Canon+EOS+30D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-8435101047900747726</id><published>2007-01-28T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:09:05.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Holy frecken cow!!! Finally got my internet back...after all these weeks without it.  I miss you internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-8435101047900747726?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8435101047900747726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=8435101047900747726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/8435101047900747726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/8435101047900747726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-3294783543465760841</id><published>2007-01-20T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T19:21:38.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black out...</title><content type='html'>Over a week now and we're still in the dark, complete black out.  How sucky is that?!  I can't believe that right across the street there is power but not at our house?  That does me wrong.  Hopefully we'll get our power up here soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-3294783543465760841?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3294783543465760841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=3294783543465760841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/3294783543465760841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/3294783543465760841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/01/black-out.html' title='Black out...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-4793226135841558649</id><published>2007-01-12T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:19:56.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a vacation</title><content type='html'>I tell ya what, coming back from vacation and back to work, just wears you out.  I need a vacation from a vacation. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-4793226135841558649?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4793226135841558649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=4793226135841558649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/4793226135841558649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/4793226135841558649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-tell-ya-what-coming-back-from.html' title='Need a vacation'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-4599546540901027046</id><published>2007-01-07T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T12:10:11.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>Man, i tell ya what, this trip was a blast!  I really want to go on another trip now. muhahaha.  Anywho, i got a ton of unpacking to do so plus i still have to wait for some pictures and i'll post them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-4599546540901027046?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4599546540901027046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=4599546540901027046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/4599546540901027046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/4599546540901027046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-854106694197538122</id><published>2006-12-29T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:54:55.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing...</title><content type='html'>Finally the day has come for the fantastic vacation i've been waiting for. 1 whole week in Colorado, sking, snow-mobiling, eating, drinking, playing, video games, movies, being a tourist, and best of all...Relaxing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-854106694197538122?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/854106694197538122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=854106694197538122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/854106694197538122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/854106694197538122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/packing.html' title='Packing...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-6454821813716559907</id><published>2006-12-29T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:34:33.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, Tonight around 6ish i'm going to head out to frecken colorado.  I'm so stooked.  Get of to springfield and out to the open road.  Thank God.  Well, i'll see you guys in a week.  Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-6454821813716559907?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6454821813716559907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=6454821813716559907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6454821813716559907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6454821813716559907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-road.html' title='On the road!!!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-1549218749533139069</id><published>2006-12-28T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:12:09.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more day...</title><content type='html'>I watched jerry maguire tonight and i must say it's a good movie.  I really enjoyed it and yes it did bring a tear to my eye's.  The thing about that movie is that I can relate with both sides.  Well... i'm just not going to talk about this tonight.  You guys don't want to hear my complaining.  Tonight i'm just not in the mood to divulge any of that info.  Once again... just wanting to get on the road. lol.  So close i can almost taste it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-1549218749533139069?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1549218749533139069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=1549218749533139069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/1549218749533139069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/1549218749533139069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/1-more-day.html' title='1 more day...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-8890787994319020742</id><published>2006-12-26T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:57:01.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days...</title><content type='html'>Today was a intresting day to say the least.  Did alot of running around, paying bills (expensive, gosh!), hung out with some great friends for the evening.  We had a good time talking and busting out laughing.  I of course got put to work like i normally do and made some milk shakes.  We also later played some "Gears of war" with the drummer from jimmy eat world.  That was a blast.  Lots of laughs.  Also got to talk a bit with my good friend jame's girlfriend in cali.  I'm glad he found someone that likes him as much as he likes her.  I'm happy for him, but yet when i think about crap like that I just get bummed.  Meh... I think after this up coming year is over, i'm going to move away if i don't find someone.  And don't write this bullshit about "wait on God..." and all that other "churchy" slogans.  God has had many a years that were dedicated to him and he had time.  Now he has a year.  After that, i'm leaving everything behind, starting new, fresh, somewhere where the girls aren't such asses and chase douchbags, losers, cheater, lazy bums.  Girls here wouldn't know a good guy if it got shoved up their ass.  Anywho, 2 more days til I leave to colorado.  God i can't wait to leave this place.  It's a great place to live if your married but single...sucks balls.  Atleast in colorado i get to be in the "wild" and think about stuff, relax, enjoy my singlness and all those ladies that said no to come on the trip, you missed out.  I also won't ask the girls i've asked to go on this trip to do anything else.  so don't expect me to call you.  The road can't be a one way street. That's what's going to be the difference from the years past to the years in the future.  I've been there for my friends that needed me and seems like time and time again the ones i help keep letting me down.  No, more!  It's stoping after this year.  Your not there for me, don't even bother me with your calls.  Screw you, screw off.  I've put up with all that shit way to long.  I'm also going to look after number 1.  Don't like it, tough.  Go call someone that care a flip.  The one's that stayed with me through thick and thin, were there in my times when i was in the valley and when i was on the mountain.  Those are the ones that will still get the benefits of the "Sandor" that people love and respect.  Well i think i've said enough to piss some people off and make others think.  No more one way streets...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-8890787994319020742?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8890787994319020742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=8890787994319020742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/8890787994319020742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/8890787994319020742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-417042043050850173</id><published>2006-12-26T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:32:00.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days...</title><content type='html'>Man, the days are numbered to numero 3.  3 more days til we leave.  3 more days left to pack, which i haven't even started.  I probably won't pack til the last day.  Of course i'll have to do laundry before then.  well off to relaxing today!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-417042043050850173?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/417042043050850173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=417042043050850173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/417042043050850173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/417042043050850173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/3-more-days.html' title='3 more days...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-5879880503390868854</id><published>2006-12-25T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T11:48:19.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 more days...</title><content type='html'>Gesh, i am getting super excited!  I can't wait to hit the road.  Anywho on a brighter side, I actually made a friend off the X degree.  Seems like we have many things in common but also opposites on others.  Should be intresting that's for sure.  Not gonna go into details but intresting is a good way to discribe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-5879880503390868854?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5879880503390868854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=5879880503390868854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5879880503390868854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5879880503390868854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/4-more-days.html' title='4 more days...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-7908018899586032797</id><published>2006-12-24T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:48:29.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-7908018899586032797?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7908018899586032797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=7908018899586032797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/7908018899586032797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/7908018899586032797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/5-more-days.html' title='5 more days...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-5706827080290167658</id><published>2006-12-23T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T14:58:40.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 more days...</title><content type='html'>sigh... too "tired" to write anything worth reading.  blah.  I'm going to bed, it so stincken late...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-5706827080290167658?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5706827080290167658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=5706827080290167658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5706827080290167658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/5706827080290167658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-6.html' title='6 more days...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-4839295329322056942</id><published>2006-12-22T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:22:54.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 more days...</title><content type='html'>Sweet Jesus!  SEVEN MORE DAYS....sigh.  Can not wait.  The good thing is that i have off til wednesday.  Stoked about that.  Then i have to work 2-3 days and off to another 7 days off!  God, im soo itching to leave this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-4839295329322056942?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4839295329322056942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=4839295329322056942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/4839295329322056942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/4839295329322056942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/7-more-days.html' title='7 more days...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-4690494540587547712</id><published>2006-12-20T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T14:58:00.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 more days...</title><content type='html'>I have 8 more days to go to find someone who wants to come with me to Colorado!  Thus far no luck.  Honestly since October til now... no one.  Don't know why not, confused actually.  Oh well, i'll just have to keep looking.  Strange... this morning i woke up with this song stuck in my head.  "Here without you" by 3 doors down.  Great song but not sure why i woke up singing it.   Yes singing it.  seriously...lol.  Anywho, bed once again is there alone and needs company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-4690494540587547712?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4690494540587547712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=4690494540587547712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/4690494540587547712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/4690494540587547712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/8-more-day.html' title='8 more days...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-6343824925626947012</id><published>2006-12-19T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:10:00.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 more days...</title><content type='html'>Man, im so exhausted.  Not taking a vacation in 3 years wears you out!  Trust me this won't happen again.  I'm planing on taking atleast 2 vacations next year and probably quite a few weekend get aways.  I need time to relax and unwind.  9 more days and counting... So close.  But so is my bed and that's what i need right now.  some good ol sound sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-6343824925626947012?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6343824925626947012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=6343824925626947012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6343824925626947012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6343824925626947012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/9-more-days.html' title='9 more days...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-6885473582670737622</id><published>2006-12-13T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:47:22.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those days...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days where you just want to pack up and get out of dodge?  God, i want to run away somewhere.  I'm so worn out, tired, stressed, frustrated, and just plain exhausted.  Sigh... I guess some good ol' fashion sleep will have to do for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-6885473582670737622?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6885473582670737622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=6885473582670737622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6885473582670737622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/6885473582670737622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of those days...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-33192165427331775</id><published>2006-12-04T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:13:25.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get OUT!</title><content type='html'>Ok, i'm feed up with the whole illegal immigration arguement.  It has NOTHING to do with race, it has nothing to do with being insensitive.  It's about breaking our laws, it's about stealing from the american people, it's about crippling the econemy of the bordering states, it's about security, it's about keeping this country safe.  I'm not going to tolorate any more morons feeding me this trash about being insensitive, being racist, being closed minded.   You know what shut the hell up douchbag!  Insensitive?! INSENSITIVE!?! I call it passionate about protecting this country that i love and the people in it.  What about their insensitivity to our laws?  Their coming here like crazy, and you what i don't blame them.  BUT there is a process to coming here. We have laws that are ment to be followed. I'm amazed that liberals are so quick to sypathize with law breakers, criminals more like it.  Lets not water this down.  They not only come here as criminals but they drive our southern boardering states into debt destroying the health care system for american citizens that truely need it.  I'm so disgusted with the politicians, i want to throw up.  If there here illegally, they need to be taken back.  If they want to come here, they need to do the process like everyone else.  The amnesty bill, don't even think about it.  That's trash, that's not a solution, that's just encouraging them to come across our borders.  Neil Boortz had a great idea which i agree with.  Put in place sever punishments to those that hire illegals, house them, and create false documents.  If they want to come work here, companies that want to hire them go to a private agency and that agency get those workers to the company in america.  The company pays them coming here and back, housing, food, and pays the agency for the workers labor.  Then when the workers have returned to thier country the agency pays the worker.  You can also only get your workers visa if you go back to your country to get it.  Simple, straight to the point, i like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-33192165427331775?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/33192165427331775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=33192165427331775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/33192165427331775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/33192165427331775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/get-out.html' title='Get OUT!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-8462680138268322895</id><published>2006-11-27T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:57:01.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>Well, i know everyones been thinking "hello!? update"  and i must say i have too.  I have been up to my neck in work and little things like that.  I do promise to get a update on stuff tomorrow.  It's stinken late and i need atleast a few hours of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-8462680138268322895?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8462680138268322895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=8462680138268322895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/8462680138268322895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/8462680138268322895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-116302826818856104</id><published>2006-11-08T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:24:28.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people shouldn't.</title><content type='html'>Shouldn't vote that is.  Incompetence of the people in missouri is just amazing.  That's all for now.  I'll write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-116302826818856104?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/116302826818856104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=116302826818856104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116302826818856104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116302826818856104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-people-shouldnt.html' title='Some people shouldn&apos;t.'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-116259503083667813</id><published>2006-11-03T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:03:50.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, sweet weekend!</title><content type='html'>Thank God it's Friday!  Man, i'm longing so bad to get out of this town this new years.  I wish this next week but close.  Closer then It was from last year...hehe.  Man we've been wanting to go on this trip since last Setpember and finally we were able to book it.  So this new years I'll be in Colorado sking, hanging out by the fire, cuddled up with someone(which at this point is unknown), but hopefully i can find someone to take.    Anyways i can't wait.  I'm itching to go so bad.  Aaargh, so many things are just on the verge of happening, stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I actually had a good nights rest but that rest came with not 1, but 2 nightmares... Not that they were scary as in frightful but as in a "Not again! Not this crap!" type of deal with a mix of anger.  Kind of a weird dream to have after a great day, won't explain what the dreams were, non of your buisness to be frank. None the less those that known me for ages can figure it out.  Anywho, gotta get ready to go to a dinner.  A dinner i didn't have to cook...hehe, finally.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-116259503083667813?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/116259503083667813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=116259503083667813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116259503083667813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116259503083667813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweet-sweet-weekend.html' title='Sweet, sweet weekend!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-116219482691877552</id><published>2006-10-29T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:53:46.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raveled...</title><content type='html'>Seems like my life is in a mess of confusion that i can't find the way out.  Time and time again i keep running into a brick wall every which way i turn.  Is it just me?  Is it me?  sigh... not sure to the answers to the questions that I pose from the depths of my soul.  I go looking for answers and just keep running into more questions, questions with no answers and those answers i'm looking for end up with more questions.  This vicious circle of vexation is really getting to me.  I need to leave, get out of this horrid cycle, some way, must find a way.  Maybe some sleep will shed some light on this subject.  Probably not because my sleepless nights have had me questioning once more the "why's" the "who's" the "when's" and the "why's".  But i must try once more.  One more time to sleep... and maybe grab a glimps of a dream, something i haven't done in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-116219482691877552?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/116219482691877552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=116219482691877552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116219482691877552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116219482691877552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/10/raveled.html' title='Raveled...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-116141452158480472</id><published>2006-10-21T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:08:41.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Cops</title><content type='html'>I am so ticked off right now it's not even funny, maybe for someone listening to me using sentence enhancers but that's about it.  Cops are such assholes at times.  I got pulled over tonight, harrassed and given two tickets!  One for failing to use my turn signal, and the other my license plate light was out.  WHAT A JOKE!!!  Dickweeds were bored and were too busy pulling people over for idiotic stuff instead of going downtown and working the street there.  Just walking around the downtown area (no cops around), I saw atleast 3 occasions that people should have gotten a ticket or arrested.  But NOOOO... lets pick on people that are going to the mudhouse to drink some coffee instead of taking care of actual problems.  No wonder our police here don't have any respect from people.  They treated us like crap.  Not to mention my friend.  I was even asked to get out of my car and searched for drugs and weapons!  WHAT THE HELL!!!  Well, my friend and i are filling a complaint against those cops.  I hope they get demoted, or have to do some pissy ass paper work that will take them months to complete.  Bunch of jerks they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-116141452158480472?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/116141452158480472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=116141452158480472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116141452158480472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116141452158480472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/10/bored-cops.html' title='Bored Cops'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-116098111451967221</id><published>2006-10-15T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:45:14.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>I need a new bed.  Period.  Anyone out there have a select comfort bed or a tempur-pedic matress?  Another question about computers... AMD chip or the new Pentium duo chip?  and why?  Ok, i'm beat.  My soon to be gone bed is calling my name.  *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-116098111451967221?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/116098111451967221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=116098111451967221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116098111451967221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116098111451967221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/10/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-116071901775009325</id><published>2006-10-12T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:56:57.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing the Espresso</title><content type='html'>Not sure what to write today except that im exhausted from staying up late last night filling out paperwork. Ah, yes, the sacrifices of being your own boss... I wouldn't trade it for the world.   I'm think i'm going to get some sleep this weekend.  Coffee in the morning sounds yummy.  I frecken need to buy a espresso machine so i can drink this espresso that daniel brought back from "the fraonch".  Yes, i know it's spelled wrong.  It's for a reason.  Man, the smell is delicious of the espresso...mmmmm... deliciousness in a tin can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/espressozone_1920_12207780.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/espressozone_1920_12207780.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-116071901775009325?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/116071901775009325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=116071901775009325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116071901775009325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116071901775009325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/10/needing-espresso.html' title='Needing the Espresso'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-116054776554920434</id><published>2006-10-10T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:22:45.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever caught yourself day dreaming while your driving?  I was driving home from work and i was picturing me driving in my bimmer with the top down.  I must say i just felt free in that car.  All the worries melted away, all the troubles weren't there, all the backstabing and drama was gone... just me, the bim and the road.  It just put a smile on my face from ear to ear.  God i can't wait to drive that car again.  Bimmer for life baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-116054776554920434?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/116054776554920434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=116054776554920434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116054776554920434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/116054776554920434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-dreaming.html' title='Day Dreaming'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115993923903910680</id><published>2006-10-03T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:33:02.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup SUP!</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey, How are my peeps doin'!?  Let me just say that i've been busy like a prostitute on a weekend night.  Working is fun but man after you get off one job and you go to another job back to back, have just enough time to take a shower and throw my cloths on.  Well at least that way it assures me that my mind is not on the ladies which im tring to get out of my head.  I don't need that junk right now.  Until they grow up and mature maybe then.   Meanwhile, I'm going to have fun working, spending time with my friends and family.  I want to take a road trip to some place but where to visit?  With what car?  Until my bimmer is done, i'm kinda stranded sorta speak.  It's cool though, in the mean time i'm working to make some moneys and then i'm out of here.  Roadtrips galore baby!  I think i might go to the east coast and then to wyoming to visit some close friends.  A friend of mine asked me to go to France with him, tempting as that is I really think he should take his wife.  I think it would be great for his marriage and especially if he's thinking about moving there.  I don't think he should leave again without her. Screw a few weeks of school.  Who the hell cares about the first week of school anyways!  I think it's a total lame copout.   That's my opinion.  Anyways enough about him.  BACK TO me...weeee!  I'm thinking this winter will be a time for me to travel.  Those that wanna come, come.  Those that don't, stay. Your choice.  This new years is going to be a blast.  Hopefully we find the right place to stay.  There are 5 of us going and I would love to find a lady to take with me but doesn't seem like there will be one.  No bigs, i'm sure there will be plenty of ladies there. Well folks i'm off to bed.  Putting up sheetrock all day wears you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Barlow ladies are absolutely gorgeous.  I would marry any of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115993923903910680?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115993923903910680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115993923903910680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115993923903910680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115993923903910680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/10/sup-sup.html' title='Sup SUP!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115925851914506540</id><published>2006-09-26T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T01:15:19.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all ya'll</title><content type='html'>Hey folks for that are wondering how i am.  I'm doing ight' just chilling and workin'.    Just trying to striaghten things up in my life but i think we all try to do that.  One of my friends she posted "vintage Sandor" lol... got a smile on my face.  Cracked me up.  Although my views haven't changed much since i was 14, I stand by what i believe.  I'll stand up for it till i can't breath no more.  There are a couple of things that i did learn though.  One of is that i can't date someone that is a democrate.  I would not be able to get along with her.  She would drive me insane!  Anywho, i'm up WAY to late.  i should of been in bed like 3 hours ago.  I gotta be up in 3.5 hours.  blah.  I'm outtie!  Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115925851914506540?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115925851914506540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115925851914506540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115925851914506540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115925851914506540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-all-yall.html' title='For all ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115908014149507418</id><published>2006-09-23T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:42:21.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God!</title><content type='html'>Andy Rooney said on "60 Minutes" a few weeks back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except&lt;br /&gt;numbers. The only things I can think o f that are truly discriminatory are&lt;br /&gt;things&lt;br /&gt;like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the&lt;br /&gt;UnitedCaucasianCollege Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Television, or Miss White&lt;br /&gt;-America; and see what happens...Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your&lt;br /&gt;door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can&lt;br /&gt;kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you&lt;br /&gt;from driving to the ball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there&lt;br /&gt;are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts! ARE YOU LISTENING&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA&lt;br /&gt;BURKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is&lt;br /&gt;an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are&lt;br /&gt;different,&lt;br /&gt;weird, or tick me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of&lt;br /&gt;the population is black, that is not racial profiling, it is the Law of&lt;br /&gt;Probability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I believe that if you are selling me a milkshake, a pack of cigarettes, a&lt;br /&gt;newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact,&lt;br /&gt;if&lt;br /&gt;you want to be an American citizen, you should have to speak English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My father and grandfather didn't die in vain so you can leave the&lt;br /&gt;countries&lt;br /&gt;you were born in to come over and disrespect ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you&lt;br /&gt;threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word&lt;br /&gt;"freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are&lt;br /&gt;qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or&lt;br /&gt;tax&lt;br /&gt;breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any&lt;br /&gt;other&lt;br /&gt;business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;wars to defend their freedoms, so that decades later they could come over&lt;br /&gt;here and tell us our constitution is a living document; and open to their&lt;br /&gt;interpretations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't hate the rich I don't pity the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I know pro wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television. That&lt;br /&gt;doesn't stop you from watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and&lt;br /&gt;continue&lt;br /&gt;to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system&lt;br /&gt;that's better, and put your name on the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a&lt;br /&gt;parent to stan d up to the kid; and smack their little behinds when&lt;br /&gt;necessary, and say "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't&lt;br /&gt;pretend they are a political statement. And, please, stay home until that&lt;br /&gt;new&lt;br /&gt;lip ring heals I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you&lt;br /&gt;serve&lt;br /&gt;me French fries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am sick of "Political Correctness." I know a lot of black people, and&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;a single one of them was born in Africa ; so how can they be&lt;br /&gt;"African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around&lt;br /&gt;saying I am a&lt;br /&gt;European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great&lt;br /&gt;grandfather&lt;br /&gt;was from Europe I am proud to be from America and nowhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't like my point of view, tough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG, OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA , AND TO&lt;br /&gt;THE REPUBLIC, FOR WHICH IT STANDS, ONE NATION UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE, WITH&lt;br /&gt;LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was asked to send this on if I agree or delete if I don't. It is said&lt;br /&gt;that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore I have a very hard time&lt;br /&gt;understanding why there is such a problem in having "In God We Trust" on&lt;br /&gt;our money&lt;br /&gt;and having "God" in the Pledge of Allegiance. Why don't we just tell the&lt;br /&gt;14% to&lt;br /&gt;Shut Up and BE QUIET!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115908014149507418?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115908014149507418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115908014149507418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115908014149507418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115908014149507418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-god.html' title='Thank God!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115890574371688633</id><published>2006-09-21T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:15:43.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demoncrats</title><content type='html'>Ok... i'm just gonna get right into it.  Liberal democrates are retarded and have a mental disorder.  WHO the HELL, says it's hard for someone to take their drivers licence to vote and show proof of id?  STUPID FreckeN morons,  EVERYBODY has a drivers licence or another forum of government id.  AND if you don't you shouldn't even vote.  Democrats are whining and complaining because "oh it costs too much for someone to get a driver licence or something else and people shouldn't show any forum of id."  WHAT?  Are you serious?!  God i would slap their face off!  Right to vote?  Right to vote?  Are you serious?  voting ISN'T a RIGHT!!!!  Get it through your thick no brained scull!  Voting is a privilege, not a right.  And don't even tell me it's in the constitution because it's not in there.  Does not say that voting is a right.  Personally i think MOST people shouldn't vote because they don't even know what is going on.  I think you should take a test to qualify to vote.  Don't even get me started on illegal immigration.  Democrates are unrealistic and live in a little fantasy world.  "Let's make love, not war"  Sometimes you have no other choice to fight.  And yes, if we have to i believe we should torture the prisoners if they have information.  Do any means necessary to protect this country.  If we have to level the middle east... so be it.  This is my care face... :)  I'm going to make some t-shirts, one that will say "speak english?" ,"liberalism is a mental disorder" and the other one will be "Not all muslims are terrorists but all terrorists are muslim."   Well that's all for now.  I'm tired.  T-shirts coming soon.  If you want one let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115890574371688633?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115890574371688633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115890574371688633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115890574371688633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115890574371688633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/09/demoncrats.html' title='Demoncrats'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115864427391213337</id><published>2006-09-18T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:37:53.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The remodeled Sandor</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday afternoon i went to my brothers house for lunch and was entranced by the scale so what does everyone who comes across a scale do?  They get on!  lol  SO i did... bad idea 1 and then looked at the HUGE digital display like it was a neon sign at vagas projecting my weight to everyone the was near... looking at the scale numbers was bad idea #2.  Anywho i decided i needed to shed some pounds.  So that's change number 1. I will lose 31 lbs by chad and jona's wedding.  So i figured it out if i lose 1lb a week i'll meet my goal just in time for the wedding.  So the i'm staying away from soda.  Nothing, no soda. juices and water.  Many other diet changes so i won't bore you guys with it.  The other change is girls.  Screw'em.  Not going to elaborate on it... think what you want.  personally i don't really care.  I'm gonna focus on work and things like to do.  If there is some that is trested then, come and get me.  No more chasing for me.  Got better things to do with my life.  I know this might seem harsh but those that know me, know where i'm coming from well at least i think they do.  Anywho, i'm going to lose some weight because i'm discused that i've put on so much weight.  It kinda hit me when i was looking at the scale, don't get me wrong i don't look what i weight at all.  And i'm doing this because i also found out my brothers both have high cholesterol but I think that's from the married life.  Still doesn't hurt to get into shape and feel more healthy.  Anywho, I'm stinken tired.  That reminds me i need to buy a new bed.  Sigh... man, change is good.  I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115864427391213337?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115864427391213337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115864427391213337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115864427391213337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115864427391213337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/09/remodeled-sandor.html' title='The remodeled Sandor'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115821510175055512</id><published>2006-09-13T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:25:01.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy times for me</title><content type='html'>Well folks, i've been super busy with work especially since my bro is having another baby and his wife is due at any moment now.  They said she's either going to be as early as this weekend but the due date is this tuesday.  SOoo... my bro will take off a week to help her out around the house and i'll be in charge of both projects.  Did i mention i started another buisness too? Yeah, see that's where it starts getting complicated.  I can't complain, which i'm not, I love what i do and I love to see how the house progresses.  The sucky thing is i can't take pictures to show you cool cats out there.  Those are a few reasons why i haven't kept up on the updates.  A update on my vechile, i picked out a paint color for my baby.  It's going to be a sapphire pearl black.  Very nice color.  Also i have a friend looking for a turbo for her and the body kit is on it's way to be put on.  I'm so sticken excited.  Once again i wish i had a camera to show you the pictures.  :(  I get to go wheeling this saturday, i hope if it doesn't rain, which will be a blast.  And since this last camping trip was a blast we're planing one at the fall break.  Exciting stuff... can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115821510175055512?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115821510175055512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115821510175055512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115821510175055512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115821510175055512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/09/busy-times-for-me.html' title='Busy times for me'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115812609707012239</id><published>2006-09-12T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:41:37.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know what to title this</title><content type='html'>Well another aboundance of time has fled my hands that tired from the work that's been on it's way to getting complete.  Where does this thing that we call "time" go?  I look back at things in my life and it just seems like it's only been a few minutes or days even a couple of weeks but it's actually been years and years.  Like today for exampe the time that seemed to vanish from the people i know from California because i still remember them as i saw them when we left.  Young.  13 years later i stand before them like time has never left and things never changed between a couple who are a family friend.  It was nice to actually see them and reminisce about old times and talk about when we were all young.  Brought back a ton of memories from back in the day.  It's weird how it really doesnt matter how much time goes by with good friends it just seems that you pick right up where you left off.  Good feeling, that's for sure.  I look at my niece and she's 15 and i remember changing her diapers...sigh.  I'm just getting old...  which isn't bad.  You learn alot in life through time and you can pass all those experiences down to your kids and your kids kids.  Also it seems like the older i get the more I apprciate my parents.  Not the i didn't before, it's just a very weird bonding you can say with age.  anywho, i'm going to bed.  I gotta try to shake this annoying "cold" or whatever it is.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115812609707012239?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115812609707012239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115812609707012239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115812609707012239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115812609707012239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-know-what-to-title-this.html' title='Don&apos;t know what to title this'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115769766409077464</id><published>2006-09-07T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:41:04.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff ... sniff*</title><content type='html'>My nosie is stuffed or it's running like it is a marathon.  Either way i can't breath and it's hard.  there are times where i have to stop whatever i'm doing and catch my breath because i'm not getting any oxygen.  Sucks but work must go on.  I'm hoping that it will go away by this weekend because saturday i'm planing to go 4 wheeling at the job site.  It's stinken cool, huge mounds of dirt and trails to get us ready for our next camping trip.  The thing about not feeling good is that i just feel weak on top of not breathing well.  Not the greatest of combinations, but i'm making it work.  This whole week too i've been waking up WAY before my alarm clock.  Totally puts a damper on getting a good nights rest.  When we went camping some people said i stoped breathing in my sleep.  I don't think that's a good thing to do.  I hear we need air to live.  hehe.  Well if anything goes wrong and i just happen to not wake up you know my loves of my life, you know my thought on different issues and something that i'll say now, I don't want a sad funneral if i happen to pass to the other side.  Kirk Franklin will be played and I would love for peeps to remember me as a person who gave all to the ones he loved and loved all to who he gave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a even more sad note, no camera yet.  I believe though it will turn up and the pictures on there will minister to the ones that see it.  God's in control of that.  Gave it to him, now the ball is in his court.  Anywho, i need to get my 5 hours of sleep so i bid you good night ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115769766409077464?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115769766409077464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115769766409077464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115769766409077464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115769766409077464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/09/sniff-sniff.html' title='*sniff ... sniff*'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115752371697236770</id><published>2006-09-05T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:21:57.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The call of the wild</title><content type='html'>This weekend was one of the best and not so best time of my life.  There was seven of us that went to white rock in Arkansas.  We left on Saturday early morning and got there around noon.  Man i tell ya what i've never seen such beautiful view in a really really time.  You just catch yourself just staring off and just amazed at how God created such beauty.  After we saw the view we went back to our site and set up camp which surprisingly didn't take long at all.  Started a nice little fire and just took it easy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a lovely day, nice and cool.  We cooked a fantastic breakfast.  I tell ya what when it comes to camping cooking i've learned a ton of tricks.  After breakfast we wanted to go on their hiking trail so we all grabed some water and headed off to the 6 mile hike.  After 7 hours and 15 miles under our belt we made it back to camp.  Needless to say that we didn't plan for 15 mile we planed for 6. SO the ladies were goners.  They went to take a nap after the hike and the guys cooked dinner that night.  We made some garlic herb deer tenderloin and teriyaki deer tenderloin with baked potatoes.  Man it was delicous!  We stayed up around the camp fire telling scary stories about animal accidents and old folk tales.  Man it was awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we gather up the site and went cruising around the mountain checking out all the views.  There was this one house that was on the very top of the mountain with a gorgeous view.  I was so jealous. lol.  I took a ton of picture with the trip but i can't post them.  What happened is that i forgot my stuff in the blazer and jona meet me at the waffle house on 65 and kearney and put my stuff there in the car but i put my camera in the front seat.  Well i was talking to jona about life and this lady came and asked me if i wanted to take her to national and norton.  For some strange reason i said yes, not sure why i did.  BUT i did have jona ride with me.  She seemed very desprate and in need of some help so the good Samaritan that i am i took her.  For some reason the holy spirit just gave my spirit a caution and i felt like something bad was going to happen.  Well i dropped her off and nothing bad happened but i still felt uneasy and i didn't know why.  Well when i got home after dropping off jona and i started to unload my stuff i noticed my camera was gone.  And it was in the front seat.  I couldn't believe that the lady just stole my camera!  I was sooo ticked.  How can I help someone out that was in need and then they still from me?!  That pissed me off!  I was glad that jona and i were safe and sound but that's where all the good pictures and memories were on for a fantastic weekend.  I was and still am bummed out.  After i unloaded my bag i drove back to the place hoping i would run into her but no luke.  So i called the cops and reported it stolen.  So they at least have a record of it.  Man, i pray that God will convict her and let her feel such guilt that she would turn herself in or atleast the camera.  SO no pictures people.  :(  Please pray for her and for me because it really bothers me.  I have lost sleep over this.  Not sure why God allowed this to happen but his word say that All things happen for his glory.  My question God is where is the glory in helping someone and getting stolen from?  Please God help me understand.  I just want the camera back.  God please, show me something good to come out of this because i really don't want to help anyone, ANYONE, that i don't know after that.  And just for a side note... Devil you haven't done anything to make me love God less.  Good try, but no cigar.  My God i bigger, better and stronger then anything you can throw at me.  You had your shot, now it's God's turn.  You've had your little fun, your foothold on my mind and kept bringing up the past and memories that i try to forget.  No more devil.  Greater is HE that is in me that who is in the world.  God i just Praise you even in this incident and won't allow this situation to make me bitter to you or your word.  Please help me though.  And for those that are out there reading this. Keep me in your prayers.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115752371697236770?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115752371697236770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115752371697236770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115752371697236770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115752371697236770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/09/call-of-wild.html' title='The call of the wild'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115631309088780527</id><published>2006-08-22T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:04:50.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like shopping?</title><content type='html'>What?  Shopping? Sure!  Man i feel like i'm becoming a girl.  I've been shopping this saturday and today and that's more then what shopping i did last year for myself.  I like it!  lol.  I bought some awesome flipflops today at AE.  Very cool. I'll wear them tomorrow with one of my new outfits.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was quite cool if i may say so myself.  I worked frecken long and didn't get home til about 6:40ish and took a shower.  Then left to the stinken mall and got me some flops.  Did i mention their cool?  :)  Anywhooooo, since i was on the south side of town i dicided to call up my friend Andrew who i hardly ever see.  Love that dude.  Andrew then invited me to a movie at the campbell 16 to watch miss little sunshine.  Funnier then what i expected.  I must say though after sitting in their chairs there i much rather pay less for a ticket and also sit in a comfy chair.  After the show we embarresed Becca with a loud birthday song so everyone could hear.  All the three people walking to their car.  I did notice them picking up the pace as we started to sing....humm.   Wonder why they did that?  That's about it for now... sleep is much needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115631309088780527?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115631309088780527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115631309088780527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115631309088780527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115631309088780527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-like-shopping.html' title='I like shopping?'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115614037432067618</id><published>2006-08-20T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:06:14.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Landing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/Courtney%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/Courtney%20030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branson was a blast to say the least.  I really enjoyed being out of town with friends, hanging out, and goofing off.  I know, for me atleast, it was a much needed time to get out of "the springfield" and get a breather.  I really had a good time.  Especially when we did the shopping.  I got myself some hot shorts with some realy hot t-shirts to go with.  I look great!  I dont' mean to brag but i just do.  :)  great colors that match and wala!  you have a good looking guy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/Courtney%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/Courtney%20029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the lovely titanic to check out the rave.  I must say it was good to see once but probably not more then once.  Plus you had to turn your cell phones off and no camera's.  What the heck is that all about?  I must say i was tempted many a times to just whip out the cam and take a few picturs.  I was good though. The cool part was blind folding courtney and taking her there.  I pretty much knew she had a good idea where i was going to take her but i really kept her guessing with the blind fold.  Not to mention the mystery it adds plus spunk to a evening.  I must say I realize more and more i'm such a romantic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove home that evening because everyone was beat, including myself, just so they can rest. Courtney, Jona, and chad were all out with in 10 min. of driving and I listened to my main man Franklin softly in the back ground! It was a nice ride home and a good time.  The only bummer was that i couldn't find any shoes that i could fit in.  I have wide feet so i need some wide shoes but most people don't stock them.  It's all special order.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/Courtney%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/Courtney%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all who are wondering about "the question"... nope i didn't ask.  Had nothing to do with being chicken, scared or nervious.  It was for other reasons that i won't mention yet.  I 'm also thinking that you know what?  I want to be chased for once by a girl.  So I'm thinking of just see what girls actually put fourth the effort of going after a guy they want.  To tell you the truth, i'm sick of chasing and chasing and putting myself out there and have nothing to show for it.  I hope you guys don't miss understand what i wrote.   Anywho, i'm frecken tired and tomorrow will be very intresting.  Night night.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/Courtney%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/Courtney%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115614037432067618?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115614037432067618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115614037432067618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115614037432067618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115614037432067618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/08/landing.html' title='The Landing'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115601241544581655</id><published>2006-08-19T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T11:33:35.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off we go!</title><content type='html'>Well, i'm waiting here for us to leave to go head down to branson.  Should be intresting since I got a phone call from courtney and she seemed pissed of.  Well, i'll try to cheer her up and I hope when she gets to her car my little gift i left her from last night will also help. I'll post some pictures when I get back. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115601241544581655?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115601241544581655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115601241544581655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115601241544581655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115601241544581655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/08/off-we-go.html' title='Off we go!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115587953604916375</id><published>2006-08-17T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:38:56.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/Courtney%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/Courtney%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The privileges of being a Uncle is unsurpassed by any amount of money, fame, or fortune.  It's that time of year for our family where we have a ton of Birthdays and it was my nephews birthday a couple of sundays ago. So his mom, my lovely sister martha, wrote me and asked me if i was going to be at his birthday shinedig at our house.  AND of course i'm the number one uncle, I HAVE to be there.  hehe.  Really... they do love me that much.  I didn't nominate me...they did!  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/Courtney%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/Courtney%20002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho back to the story.  Well he  got a Nintendo DS for his birthday and i figured what better present then a new game to go with your new DS no?  So i ran after church and picked up the Mario kart game for him. He absolutely loved it!  :)  So this up coming Sunday is my neice's birthday she's going to be 15.  15!  man... time flies.  I used to change her dipers and now she's a young lady.  Man if that doesn't make you feel old, i don't know what will...lol.  Anywho i haven't yet decided what i should get her.  Any suggestions?  Also it's her little baby sister b-day too.  She's going to be one years old. Alreay?  Where does time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115587953604916375?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115587953604916375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115587953604916375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115587953604916375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115587953604916375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthday-galore.html' title='Birthday galore'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115552585697737969</id><published>2006-08-13T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:24:17.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WoNdErInG mInD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/Courtney%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/Courtney%20040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks i've been thinking alot about doing this branson trip.  As much as i want to go... there is a part of me that doesn't.  Reasons why? Nervous.  Nervous about going down to branson to have a great time with a girl that i'm intrested in but the same intrest isn't there.  Nervous about getting my hopes up and falling on my face like the norm.  Nervous about the answer i will get when i ask her a question, that i know that answer too.  Nervous... there are many other things i can list off, but i'll spare you the reading.  As much of the things i'm nervous about, there are many more that i'm actually can't wait to do.  Can't wait to hang out with my dear friends Chad, jona, and courtney,  Can't wait to see courtney all dolled up for a night out of town.  Can't wait to race on the go-karts.  Can't wait to go shopping and have a good time doing it.  Can't wait to enjoy a round or two of miniture golf.  Can't wait to sit down and have a laughing good time over dinner.  Can't wait to see courtneys face when I surprise her.  Can't wait to spoil my good friend court-the-ney.  Can't wait to see what cool cloths i was able to find.  Can't wait to crack up to see jona, courtney, and chad to find me a hat. lol.  But i've been thinking quite a bit about this day trip.  Excited, nervous, anxious, and most of all... just getting out of this ol' town of springfield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115552585697737969?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115552585697737969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115552585697737969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115552585697737969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115552585697737969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/08/wondering-mind.html' title='WoNdErInG mInD'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115510289806727819</id><published>2006-08-08T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:54:58.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early bird.</title><content type='html'>I'm just ExHuStEd... Gesh... waking up at 5am is a killer.  I'm hopeing today we'll be done by noon, 1pm the latest.  Gesh today was a long day though.  Woke up at 5am and got to work around 6ish and got home around 4:15pm.  When i got home I took a shower, went voted, ate some dinner, and played with my nephew a bit.  Tryed to get some shut eye but my phone would not stop ringing.  It rang both times right when i was asleep.  Then by the time i did get to sleep, I told courtney to come over and wake me up to help her move in.  She did ever so gentely, pooking me on my side.  That was cool but i prefer a back rub or head scretched.  :)  Pooking was fine though, it was a nice gentle awakening.  Anywho, off to bed.  5am come too quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115510289806727819?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115510289806727819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115510289806727819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115510289806727819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115510289806727819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/08/early-bird.html' title='Early bird.'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115501426025018654</id><published>2006-08-07T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:17:40.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's moving time...</title><content type='html'>Well ladies and gents it's time for the colleges to get back into full swing of things.  People moving in, churches going to more services (which if you have the good times it's not so bad, but ours are kinda jacked), and football season will be comeing around the corner.  Today after work i went to help my friend courtney move into her dorm.  Stinken hot outside but got r'done.  Everything got moved in with a few trips to storage bin.  Thanks to the help of the Getty's.  Anywho, now comes the fun part...hehe.  Courtney has this chair forgot what it's call but it's like a satellite dish.  Oh, i remember... it's a papasan chair.  Anywho, I told her i can fit it in her car and she was like no way, so i told her i'll buy her dinner if i couldn't fit the chair in.  Then she replied, if i do get it in she'll buy me dinner anywhere, no price limit.  SO, me knowing that i can fit that in since the many years of packing for trips and my friend jeremy and I were in charge of packing the trailer everytime the youth group ever went anywhere.  So i started to try to fit it in the car and it wouldn't fit  so courtney was laughing, which it was funny... if you would have seen it.  I was seriously blown away that i couldn't fit it in the little honda. Now i had to buy her dinner (nothing new though, i always buy her dinner when we hang out.  :p )  I was wanting the dinner... and on top of that i had to a challenge in front of me which i loved.  Problem solving... my "gift" per say.  I mean who doesn't want to win a free dinner anywhere you choose and no price limit?  Shoot i do! Well, back to the story...Then i realized that the front door on the car is bigger and I opened it up and wala!  IT FIT!  MUHAHAHA!  I won a free stinken dinner!  man, so exciting for me.  :)  Made my day honestly... well, just hanging out with her can make anyones day but this was a free dinner!  So, thus far this is what i have in mind... Red Lobster, which i have never been at.  Texas road house, with has awesome steak.  Outback steak house, once again deliscious food.  I had another one but i forgot it for the moment.  Well, to end the great evening with some MORE news, we won our match tonight.  Close one but we won.  They were complaining about our server when they were on ct side, which they won 9 rounds them and 6 rounds us.  Then we switched over to theirs and we won 11 rounds and they only one 4.  LOL.  Maybe they should of stuck to our server.  lol.  All in all a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-deposited a check&lt;br /&gt;-finished all the walls of the house in this frecken heat (101 degrees)&lt;br /&gt;-help courtney move in&lt;br /&gt;-won a free dinner anywhere, no price limit!  :D&lt;br /&gt;-won our match!  ( 17-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love it!  Peace out for now, i gotta get up at 5am.  Eeek!  it's already 12:12am. BOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115501426025018654?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115501426025018654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115501426025018654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115501426025018654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115501426025018654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-moving-time.html' title='It&apos;s moving time...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115493232660022936</id><published>2006-08-06T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:32:06.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations of life.</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here late at night when i should be in bed, thinking about a ton of things and yet non of which my mind has spent too much time on one subject.  Just bouncing from one thing to the next.  It's all realated though and that's what's strange about it.  They're all connected by one thing or another.  Thoughts that to be honest confuse the hell out of me.  You try to play the devils advocate with yourself and then try to reason and then just to answer a question with another questions.  Strange... yes, but i'm sure many of us have been up at night thinking.  Sigh... i can't write anymore... i'll finish later.  just tired of thinking.  Not in the mood to think about writing.  I'm not a writer, people.  I usually write what's on my heart but tonight that's not something im willing to do.  Not tonight. Thinking is what needs to be done.  Honestly I should take my brothers advice and do something else.  Something that will take my mind off of girls.  That's one of the reasons i've been wanting to buy a run down house, piece of land or a loft so i can be occupied by that instead of girls.  Seems like every turn i make, it's a dead end.  Don't get me wrong i'm not wanting a pitty party because i enjoy myself with or with out a lady.  I would rather go, at this poin of my life, with someone to enjoy it with and share the joys of life and adventures.  You know what the heck i will talk about what i feel and one of the things i've been thinking about for about a week now.  Ok, this has been bothering me ever since i've found out.  I was told that someone, i won't mention names, told a lady friend of mine that she needs to stay away from me.  I'm bad news and I go from one girl to the next when i get bored of them.  I honestly was VERY upset.  I just didn't show it to her. Where does this person have the audacity to say this about me?  Who is she to tell a stranger what she should do when she has NO idea who i am.  She knows nothing about me, and the only time we've talked is saying hello when i saw her at church.  Where does she get this information from?  I really would like to know who else she told this too?  I'm to the point of just saying "I'm just gonna get the heck out of the frecken bible belt"  This is so ridiculous, what happened to christianity?  It seems like the most fake, outrageous, hypicritical, back stabing is here in the belt.  People should focus on their own lives instead of butting in on other peoples, especially when they know nothing about me.  they have something to say, come to my face and talk to me about it.  Want to gossip, fine, do so but don't be surprised when you find me coming to talk to you about you running your mouth.  I'm not afraid to confront them and tell them to stop, i've done it before and they didn't stop so guess what?  Their not in my life anymore.  Honestly i really don't know how that affected her dicision or not.  My last person i tried to date, same thing happened, someone was talking crap about me.  And then on valintines day she broke it off.  That was about 3 years ago.  I've never, ever went from one girl to the next because I got bored with her or anything of that nature.  I've told them exactly why it wouldn't work.  Weather, it was communication, or something else, they knew why it wasn't working out. Anywho...i really have to go... just getting more frustrate as i write and my hands can't type as fast as my thoughts are comeing.  So until next time, Take this advice to heart.  If you want to know someone, just ask that person.  See how he treats his friends, treats you, treats his family and any rumors that come your way bring them up and be honest with them because with out that, you don't have trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115493232660022936?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115493232660022936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115493232660022936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115493232660022936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115493232660022936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/08/frustrations-of-life.html' title='Frustrations of life.'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115466731953919668</id><published>2006-08-03T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:55:19.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a head scratch  :(</title><content type='html'>Man, today was such a off the wall day.  I had my mind all over the place and didn't have a appitite to eat anything.  Work was what it was...work and went along like normal.  Stinken hot, humidity was the killer more then the heat.  As the day went on i just felt worse and worse.  As much as i love food it's weird for me to see food and want to vomit at the sight of it.  Today was such a day.  Worked all day and didn't eat a thing since breakfast with "the Chad" at 7:30am.  I figured all the stomach pains and headache was from not eating.  Cooked me up so good ol' romin noodles, the meal of champions, lol.  Ate a few bits and went to lay down.  Well to make a long story short, i walked to the bathroom and threw up violently.  Quite gross if i may say so myself.  I felt like a river of chewed up romin noodles coming out of my mouth.  Anywho, i'm not feeling good what so ever.  Courtney offered to get me some meds or food but i just couldn't eat it if she brought me some.  I must say i was nice of her to offer.  I really could of just used a head scratch to help ease the headache.  Nothing like feeling the warmth of someone else when your freezing and sick scratching your head.  That's so relaxing.  Anywho, off to bed i go.  Hopefully it will be pouring in the morning because i could use a day off.  We all could.  Especially with the wedding around the corner and I have a date who has spent alot of time to get all prettifed *it's a real word trust me*.  Ok, im off to get some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115466731953919668?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115466731953919668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115466731953919668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115466731953919668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115466731953919668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/08/need-head-scratch.html' title='Need a head scratch  :('/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115440789423805237</id><published>2006-07-31T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:51:34.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>asking the hard questions</title><content type='html'>Today was a intresting day none the less. I was working today and we left work early to avoid anyone getting sick from working in the heat.  Smart idea, especially when you can get more work done in the few cool hours of the day then working all day in the heat.  So tomorrow i have to wake up at 5am and be at work by 6am.  No bigs because i'll be home by noon.  Which i prefer anyways.  Ok, ok, getting off track here.  After I got off work i was wanting to hang out with courtney so i asked her if she wanted to meet up for dinner and we went to Olive Garden.  Had a great conversation with her there but the conversation got more "complicated", if i may, in a good way after dinner.  I'm not going to say or write what it was about because that's between her and I.  Plus, i wouldn't want to get kicked in the nuts when I see her at church on wednesday.  Yeah... i would be up there for prayer.  lol.  Anywho, but in the conversations we had we asked each other some tough questions and some got answered and some not, well, i can't say that because they were answered but not fully if you can understand that.  Which is fine.  But the best thing about it the conversation was that it really was a good thing and needed to be talked about. Just kinda hard to do out of the blue, if you know what i mean.  Good times, good times.  ANYWHO folks, my time is nearing and bed time is way pasted since i have to be up in notime.  I think God is still sleeping at those hours.  Night night ladies and gents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115440789423805237?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115440789423805237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115440789423805237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115440789423805237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115440789423805237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/asking-hard-questions.html' title='asking the hard questions'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115432705593616826</id><published>2006-07-30T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:24:15.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so sneaky!</title><content type='html'>Muhahaha!  I snaped this picture of courtney...hehe.  She looks great but i think i shocked her and caught her off guard when i took this.  :)  That's me though, catching peeps off guard and shocking them.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/Courtney%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/Courtney%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115432705593616826?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115432705593616826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115432705593616826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115432705593616826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115432705593616826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-sneaky.html' title='i&apos;m so sneaky!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115404299218165123</id><published>2006-07-27T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:29:52.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy bee</title><content type='html'>Busy little bee I have been.  We finally started the two houses out in the middle of nowhere.  I enjoy building but man I tell ya what the heat sure kills the fun in it.  I still enjoy seeing things progressing and being built up.  I just get sooo drained being out in the sun beeming down at 97+ degrees.  Today on the other hand wasn't too shabby.  The funny thing is that the day that it's cool, cool as in not boiling my insides, we run out of material.  We even used up all the material the guy brought out when we ran out earlier in the day.  I guess that's a good thing no?  Shows that i've been working. hehe.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, which most of my readers enjoy the most.  Atleast i think they do.  Not that anything that i write isn't personal.  This is more on the relational level.  That seems to be the attraction to alot of people.  My relationships with the ladies.  Honestly i'm not sure why it is.  I'm also not going to ask why.  Anywho, I've been hanging out with a lady these past few weeks (since july 7th but who's counting...hehe.)and i've been enjoying her company more and more.  She seems very tom boyish with the first impression but the more you know her the more you enjoy her.  Honestly she's kind of my opposite in many ways.  She's not a touchy feely person, she won't drink after people (she already has...hehe sneaky sandor), She's very much into manners, and those are just to name a few.  But it's ok, in a weird strange way that i can't explain.  She's also a picky eater BUT she's getting much better at it.  Also with the touchy feely stuff.  I'm such a cuddler and it's super hard for me not to just put my arms around her and pull her close.  I respect her too much, so i'm letting her get used to the touchy feely stuff.  It's kinda hard to switch on a whim.  I completely understand that.  I have talked to her about it, how that is how i show you that I care about you by giving you a hug, or cuddling and such.  She's a very sweet lady and I appricate her.  And I think i show it pretty well.  OH and I forgot the most important part.  She's going to be my date for Joe and Elisha's wedding!  :)  Can't wait to see her in her lovely dress.  I'm sure she'll look fantastic!  I also a trip planed with "the chad" and Jona to branson with her.  We're going shopping in the morning, eating lunch, then hitting the mini golf courses and go-karts, and then dinner.  I also have a surprise for her.  hehe.  I'm such a romantic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115404299218165123?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115404299218165123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115404299218165123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115404299218165123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115404299218165123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/busy-bee.html' title='Busy bee'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115363657534825119</id><published>2006-07-22T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:36:15.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know i know....</title><content type='html'>Sorry folks about not updating that often as of late.  I've been working like a mad man on different projects.  I just have been too tired to even eat many times but hey, i need food so i eat, it's a priority...lol.  Anywho just wanted to fill you guys in on why I haven't posted as of late.  One of the projects has been at "The Chad's" house taking off wall paper and i must say it's not hard work, but it's very tedious.  The cool thing is i enjoy lending them a hand because it would have take poor chad a long time and probably would have cancelled his trip to a concert that was in st. louis with jonna and some other peeps.  He needed to get away with her and just chill.  I think it's good for a relationship to get some fresh air.  I'm so glad that he was able to get away.  I actually didn't mind working today on the house steaming and scraping.  I was happy for him to be able to get away for a bit.  Not to mention food.  I got some great food, helped out a great family, and got to spend time with some great people. Isn't that what family and friends for... helping each other out when you in need?  I'm  glad that i can do that for them.  Can life get better?  I submit that it can NOT!  lol... inside joke. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115363657534825119?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115363657534825119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115363657534825119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115363657534825119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115363657534825119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know i know....'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115311407090678712</id><published>2006-07-16T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:27:50.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click on MI3</title><content type='html'>Man, the new mission impossible movie was fantastic action movie.  I liked it.  Especially with the little humor here and there.  Made the movie more enjoyable. Took my nephew and niece out on saturday with my friend courtney.  Had a great time. Went over to my sister house to drop off the kids (well, their really not kids...teenagers) and their little sister victoria was running to the door holding her mommy's finger.  She's sooo adorable!  Well, after we went in she, of course, wouldn't let her uncle go.  Even her mommy couldn't pull her away.  What can i say, she loves her uncle! :) Then today I meet up with jonna and "the chad" and went to look at some house's.  I called courtney, who apparently was calling me at the same time *twight zone music*, to let her know that i was just now leaving to look at houses.  She meet up with us and join the party!  Good times as always.  I love looking at houses with cool architecture.  ANYWHO, I went to watch CLICK tonight and man i busted a gut laughing so hard.  Good movie with a good moral and man i couldn't stop laughing.  Well, i gotta get up in 5 and half hours. Soo, off to bed.  Hope you guys are having a super day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115311407090678712?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115311407090678712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115311407090678712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115311407090678712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115311407090678712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/click-on-mi3.html' title='Click on MI3'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115285979471679592</id><published>2006-07-13T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:49:54.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired...</title><content type='html'>I'm so stinken tired... Oh man... i must say i'm liking the rain at the moment.  Sleep in time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115285979471679592?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115285979471679592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115285979471679592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115285979471679592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115285979471679592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/tired.html' title='Tired...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115268643594681384</id><published>2006-07-11T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:40:35.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the horrible america</title><content type='html'>I was catching up on my movie trailers and i've noticed 4 movies that are coming out that are anti-america.  Showing america as the bad guy.  People are so retarded.  That's fine if they want to speak their mind but i will speak mine.  Personally i would love to send those "anti-american's" to another country where there is communism or a dictator for a year so they can experience what it's actually like.  I don't think it's wrong to express your views but there is a line that has to be drawn where it hurts those that are serving their country and are in the frontlines to protect those same laws, rights that others are trying to distroy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on a happier note, I went to watch a softball game. NP was playing some other team, NP was down 2 ladies i believe but they still play.  Played well if i may say so myself.  They happen to win the game 10-9.  Great game, exciting to the very end.  Good job ladies!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's going to rain once more this evening.  I don't know if i should set my alarm or not.  If it rains then no work but that's what i thought yesterday and i did work for a bit.  Sooo... anywho... i'm gonna hit the sack.  Pooped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115268643594681384?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115268643594681384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115268643594681384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115268643594681384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115268643594681384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/horrible-america.html' title='the horrible america'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115251309267943943</id><published>2006-07-09T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:31:32.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HI-YAH!</title><content type='html'>I tell you what, action movies just make some people so, how do you say, feisty..lol.  But it's fun to watch and even more entertaining to watch them be all ninja.  Aaah...yes, another wonderful evening with friends.  I'm so glad i am finally getting some balance of everything.  Definately enjoying life more, that's for sure.  Do keep me in your prayers though.  Prayer always helps and is, well, needed.  Night night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115251309267943943?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115251309267943943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115251309267943943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115251309267943943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115251309267943943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi-yah.html' title='HI-YAH!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115242951059262023</id><published>2006-07-09T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:18:30.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie mania</title><content type='html'>This weekend had been a movie madness weekend, i tell ya what!  Pirates was on friday and I won't even get into the bowling which was a blast. Actually lets get into the bowling...hehe.  I made a new friend this weekend.  She's a blast, such a competitive spirit.  I'm a crummy bowler to give you some insight on my skills and usually struggle to get over 90.  But something about last night that just kicked my bowling skills up a  knotch.  Well it turns out that i beat my friend 162 was my first score and 133 was my second.  I must say though if it wasn't a error mark on the second heat i would have lost by 1 poiny.  I believe a re-match is in the making.  Anywho back to the movies.  Tonight i had some peeps over and watched matador which was a bad movie and then Failure to launch.  Tomorrow will be MI:III and anapolis.  Well folks im beat and half a sleep writing this.  Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115242951059262023?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115242951059262023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115242951059262023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115242951059262023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115242951059262023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/movie-mania.html' title='Movie mania'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115225504270411529</id><published>2006-07-06T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:50:42.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishin'</title><content type='html'>Fishing... what a amazing sport. It's really not even about catching fish as it is getting to know the people your fishing with.  I must say today when i had a chance to go fishing it was actually quite fun.  I remember the last time i went fishing was when I was 10 years old.  All i remember of it is bordom.  How can people fish when it's sooo boring.  Well today proved it wrong.  I had a good ol' time with a couple of old friends.  It was nice to catch up and talk about what's been going on.  Afterwards we went to eat.  I mean... come on food!  I love food.  Anywho, I think i will go get my fishing license and go enjoy some more fishin' with some friends, bring a cooler of drinks and sit and talk.  I had quite a bit of fun!  It definately brought me back to fishing and how important friends are.  Good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115225504270411529?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115225504270411529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115225504270411529' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115225504270411529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115225504270411529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/fishin.html' title='Fishin&apos;'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115207901515446636</id><published>2006-07-04T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:56:55.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>Tonight was awesome!  I was invited to go watch MI3 today but my stinken phone never rang or even made any noise that i got any text messages...boo.  By the time i saw that i had a voice mail it was too late.  Total bummer but it was cool.  They want to see it again.  So that's awesome.  Anywho, I went to see the "I love America" 4th of july celebration and i must say it was 10x's better then the one the city put on.  The flow was better, better food ideas, music was better, just plain BETTER!  We also got to play some hacky sack finally!  i've been wanting to play but no one really knows how or is willing to play.  They didn't know how to play but it was a blast!  Just to play again made me want to practice and get my skills back.  Anywho, after the fireworks we went to get some Andy's frozen custard, very yummy, and had a great discussion with the lovely twins, jami and jona, about life and dreams.  It was fun.  They also told me i was a romantic...I must agree.  I am, I like to be romantic.  I enjoy watching a girl get the suprised look on their face and turn red.  :)  That's all for this lovely evening.  I must say, being single rocks my face off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115207901515446636?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115207901515446636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115207901515446636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115207901515446636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115207901515446636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115199648829562744</id><published>2006-07-03T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:01:28.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>My little brother had some people over tonight and I went to see what they were doing in my basement. They were talking about forgiveness and such.  So i jumped in with some insight of somethings i've been through in live.  One thing that i put out there was, why is it so easy to forgive someone that is a non-christain who became a christain for what they've done vs. someone who has been a christain all their live and messes up? From my experiences in life i've noticed that christains are less likely and less willing to forgive a christain (one of their own) then someone that is not.  Why is that?  People, i've noticed that we're not perfect and we have our flaws.  We all make mistakes and fall but for christains to stab other christains in the back and kick them when their own is down... man, that just turns me off to christainity.  That is why alot of people turn their back on church and God.  Isn't the christain live suppose to set the example to rightousness, forgiveness and grace?  I think the younger crowd understands grace better then the older generation.  Not that im deminision anything they've brought to christainity, i'm just say from what i observed and seen.  I'm praying that one day christains can show the same grace to each other as they show non-christians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115199648829562744?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115199648829562744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115199648829562744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115199648829562744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115199648829562744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115182934644793324</id><published>2006-07-02T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:17:37.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanting a chance...</title><content type='html'>EDIT: I didn't know weather to post this or not, i had on myspace but then took it off.  Then i was thinking about it and said screw it.  I'll post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, after two and half years of waiting and getting to know this person, my feeling for this peron has grown more and more.  I don't know what to do, kinda of in a pickle, I thoughly enjoy our friendship. we have tons of fun everytime we hang out.  Not to mention all the laughs, inside jokes,  strange mind reading that we do to each other.  It all most seems like we don't need to talk sometimes because we both know what we're thinking, then we start laughing because we realize that we're both thinking the same thing. lol.  I'm still waiting though, waiting for that one chance in life where i can lay it all down on the line.  Let this person know how I truely feel.  I believe she knows but it's different when someone tells you.  Anywho... that's my dilemma. :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115182934644793324?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115182934644793324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115182934644793324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115182934644793324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115182934644793324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-wanting-chance.html' title='Just wanting a chance...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115165352737831991</id><published>2006-06-30T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:45:27.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seems like it's gonna rain</title><content type='html'>Man, I tell ya what, there are time with work it's just in limbo... don't really want to start something because it would mess up a bigger project.  But at the moment seems like work is going to be stinken busy and i love it but at the same time am exhuasted from getting to this point.  It's worth it though.  I love to see customers faces light up when things start falling into place and looking like what they had imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I was doing horrible with devotion and started doing it everynight.  Trying to at least.  I know i won't be damned to the eternal firey pits of hell for missing a devotion.  My Father in heaven is more gracious then that.  The thing is I just noticed myself falling into a trend i didn't like and now seeing myself getting back on track.  I also wanted to that man of God that a lady would be looking for.   I just feel so ready of a lady of God also.  I feel it inside.  I don't know if any of you know what im talking about, but if you ever felt like you were going to recieve a reward and you got it.  That is how i feel, just before you recieve the award.  Man, exciting time it is.  Please pray for me though and those that know me, pray for you know what.  That God will give her guidance and peace of mind on her desicion.  I know what i want to happen but may God be the one that is the focus and help her decide which ever it may be.  I hope it's the one that i've been praying for as well as others, for a very very long time.  Seems like a selfish thing to say and pray for but I don't think so.  I love how God works things out.  It may seem like things are going through the crapper but some way some how God turns things around and lets the sunshine.   The thing is what would our lives be with out a little thunderstorm here and there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I gottsta go to work tomorrow helping a friend out with my brother.  Shouldn't take long so i'm hoping tomorrow will be a short day and i'll, hopefully, be able to pick up this person and have a blast like we always do.  Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115165352737831991?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115165352737831991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115165352737831991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115165352737831991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115165352737831991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/seems-like-its-gonna-rain.html' title='seems like it&apos;s gonna rain'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115156264865090024</id><published>2006-06-28T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:30:48.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Dreaming?</title><content type='html'>Seems like the older i get, the more i realize people become more negitive about life.  I on the other hand am more optimistic.  I like to look at the good side although acknowledging the bad.  I do recognize that there are bad things and sides.  I just prefer looking at the positive.  That's how i am with my dreams that i have in my life.  Sure im getting older but with age im coming closer to my dreams.  I have some big dreams and the problem i've been running into is that some people just frankly don't care about my dream.  These are friends that i figured would be supportive but they just look at me like im day dreaming or something.  All i gotta say "HEY! Atleast i have dreams and goals that i want to achieve besides when will i eat again and how long can i sleep in.  I don't tear them down when they tell me their dreams.  I actually support them and encourage them.  The thing i have concluded from some peoples reactions is what i believe jealousy.  Don't know why, to tell you the truth, but i'm sure i'll find out one day.  Anywho their negitive feed backs won't discourage me from reaching them.  I've reached 2 things on my dreams and goals list.  I'm still shooting for the rest.  Slowly but surely i will get there.  Seems like age helps it along not to mention friends that do encourage all help.  Word of advice... Stick to your dreams and you will one day see them come true.  Through the good and the bad times.   The only thing that can kill your dream is you.  So keep that chin-up, smile and reach for your dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115156264865090024?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115156264865090024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115156264865090024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115156264865090024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115156264865090024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-dreaming.html' title='Day Dreaming?'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115148133610970203</id><published>2006-06-28T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:55:36.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Review</title><content type='html'>Well i will say it was a good movie and i did enjoy it.  I do recommend watching but it's  a long one.  2 hours and 37 minutes long.  There are a few things that i did notice that just annoyed the pee out of me.  One that was very obvious is his hair.  Ges... what is it with his little curl in the front?  Not to mention his hair all flaping in the wind when he's flying and when he stops his hair is all fix and gel back?  The others i won't mention because it will ruin the movie.  Oh and seriously, come on people... who can't tell that he's superman with his glasses on.  COME ON!  That is the most retarded hidden identity ever!  Anywho, go and enjoy a good flix, i'm not saying it's perfect but it's enjoyable.  Especially if you have someone to enjoy it with.  Night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115148133610970203?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115148133610970203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115148133610970203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115148133610970203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115148133610970203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/superman-review.html' title='Superman Review'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115143109535203734</id><published>2006-06-27T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T10:58:15.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Kelly Clarkson: Beautiful Disaster (LIVE Early Show)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/ryOqsHq0zTU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/ryOqsHq0zTU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wow... she wrote a song about me. How sweet. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115143109535203734?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115143109535203734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115143109535203734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115143109535203734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115143109535203734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/kelly-clarkson-beautiful-disaster-live.html' title=''/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115142929232494789</id><published>2006-06-27T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T10:28:12.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman, sweeet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/super_1024_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/super_1024_18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going to watch superman tonight.  Got me some tickets, gonna get some popcorn, gonna a drink and Bam!  Watch the movie.  SWEEET!  If anyone want's to go grab a ticket and join me for superman.  Tonight at 10pm.  See you there I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115142929232494789?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115142929232494789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115142929232494789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115142929232494789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115142929232494789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/superman-sweeet.html' title='Superman, sweeet!'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115130856525925526</id><published>2006-06-26T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T00:56:05.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intresting to say the least</title><content type='html'>Well, i must say I had a blog all typed up and for some reason my firefox froze.  Don't know why but i guess that post wasn't meant to be.  It's intresting how some things are prevented from me posting.  Maybe it's for the best.  Maybe there a high being at work.  Like a "blog guardian angel"  hehe.  No bigs, i'll just rewrite it another day.  I'm gonna go to bed at this time.  Once again it's 2:43am... seems to be a normal occurrence.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115130856525925526?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115130856525925526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115130856525925526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115130856525925526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115130856525925526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/intresting-to-say-least.html' title='Intresting to say the least'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115078105327442932</id><published>2006-06-19T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:30:02.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26-4 victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/de_contra0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/de_contra0014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Zoom in on the picture to see it more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/de_contra0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/de_contra0019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/1600/de_contra0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/de_contra0013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i must say another victory on a difficult map.  HUGE win.  26-4 us. I got accused of hacking once again...lol.  wow, bunch of kids.  I should figure out how to load my demo's on here so you guys can see. hehe.  We're still a new team but we're growing and getting better.  Good example is that map contra.  We scrimed hard teams in cal-main, guys that were undefeated all week.  And when match time came we kicked butt.  Glad the team pulled it together.  Feels good to see things fall into place and strats being excecuted well.  We did make some mistakes but we learned fast from them and came back stronger. GG to my team, very proud of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115078105327442932?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115078105327442932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115078105327442932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115078105327442932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115078105327442932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/26-4-victory.html' title='26-4 victory'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115062013115083193</id><published>2006-06-18T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:42:35.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit dusty...</title><content type='html'>I sit here at 3:26am staring at my monitor. Thinking.  Seems like the best and worst time for me to think is at night.  I was sitting here pondering on what to say.  Guys i honestly just don't have a flippen clue what to write.  Things that i want to share it's hard for me to put it in a post without tearing up.  I just want to share so badly but i keep it in.  That's what i do.  I keep alot of my emotions in and sometimes vent here and there, but mainly they stay inside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself going back and relying on my faith everyday for the last few weeks.  It's strange, to be truthful, because i always thought i did but thinking about it tonight seemed like i haven't as much as i thought i did.  Don't get me wrong i still do and have relied on faith but sometimes it seems that we put things on the self and let them decay.  Maybe it's time for me to dust it off and put it to the test on a few questions.  Regaurdless of the answers, favorable or not, atleast it would be answered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115062013115083193?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115062013115083193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115062013115083193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115062013115083193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115062013115083193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/bit-dusty.html' title='A bit dusty...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115044270273855402</id><published>2006-06-16T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:25:02.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To sleep or not to sleep...</title><content type='html'>Up late once again.  I know it's not healthy and such but i just can't fall asleep unless it's later.  For some reason my mind starts running in a billion different directions and I just can't stop thinking about things.  More importantly it's my personally life that i think about.  You know the should of's, could of's, the did I do something wrong?'s.  I don't know.  At this point i would like to run away somewhere where it's not the springfield.  Some where, where i'm not know.  Too many people know me here.  I should go to a big city.  If you don't know me in person you probably think im a emotional wreak.  To be honest, I'm not, i'm just in a slump you could say.  I think im a very stable person.  Everybody has their ups and downs, you may just be reading my downs.  If you want to read some of my ups go to the begining of my blog and read. You might get cheered up. :)  Anywho, a vacation is calling my name.  But where?  I had one planned to go to florida but i'm not sure what to do. Should go or not?  Time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115044270273855402?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115044270273855402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115044270273855402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115044270273855402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115044270273855402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-sleep-or-not-to-sleep.html' title='To sleep or not to sleep...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115026977911836129</id><published>2006-06-14T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:26:36.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intresting...</title><content type='html'>I honestly don't know what to write and how much. So most of the feelings I have will be kept to myself.  I probably have some people that are reading this that will not completely understand the situations and will just take this or that and get the wrong idea.  I really don't understand either sooo... I'm stinken confused and really left in a really ackward place.  Soooo... what makes it intresting is how much should i write and what to write?  I haven't decided yet and who knows i might just stop the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115026977911836129?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115026977911836129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115026977911836129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115026977911836129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115026977911836129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/intresting.html' title='intresting...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-115018289245371748</id><published>2006-06-13T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:14:52.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again</title><content type='html'>Well tis the season to be powning lalalalala la la la la.  CAL season started back up and joined a new team.  We have our ventrilo, private server, public server, and forums all paid for.  I think that's an awesome deal!  The only thing now is to get paid to play.  That's coming up soon i hope.  Anywho we lost our fist match bad.  But I wasn't on the team and neither was Terms (aka coady) and they didn't practice or go over strats.  BIG mistake.  29-1 for the other team.  I was able to sign on the roster after they reopened it that wednesday and started to go over strats, nades, flashes, where to plant etc.  Anywho we won that match 25-5, big turn around.  I think we will do well now since we're actually practicing and running strats.  I'll keep you guys posted. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-115018289245371748?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115018289245371748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=115018289245371748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115018289245371748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/115018289245371748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/once-again.html' title='Once again'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-114990741062254820</id><published>2006-06-09T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:43:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red meets Blue</title><content type='html'>You guys are probably are sick and tired of reading of my downs but trust me i do enjoy life.  This is, obiviously, one way for me to express myself.  Anywho, thanks for reading and baring with me through all the times of my life.  I hope that you guys keep reading.  I'm going to try write more.  Lately i just couldn't guys.  It's hard for me to write when I'm thinking about a billion things and yet it's about one person.  I must say it is tougher then what i thought.  It's hard for me not to think about you and our conversations.  I do miss them.  Withdrawals you can say. hehe.  i miss the texts, and i do look at my phone when i wake up and when im at work, hopeing to have a text of good morning.  Those definately made my days 1000x's better.  You are missed no doubt.  Strange how life puts people in different places wishing that you could be else where.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-114990741062254820?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/114990741062254820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=114990741062254820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/114990741062254820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/114990741062254820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/red-meets-blue.html' title='Red meets Blue'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10297039.post-114949148144615884</id><published>2006-06-04T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:16:14.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling with the punches...</title><content type='html'>I tell ya what, my life in the recent weeks have gone from the pits to cloud 9 and back down... It seems to be a trend.  A trend I don't like because it's taking it's toll on me.  Physcially, emotionally, I just can't handle anymore.  I can't sleep very well, I just don't have the zing for life that used too.  I feel all blah.  Why do I allow my feelings to control me like that?  Is it wrong?  Is it wrong for me to give my everything in relationships, in pretty much everything i do?  I'm a risk taker.  That's what i do.  I take a risk in alot of things.  Relationships is one.  I like to take a risk because you never know where you will find the diamond in the rough.  The one that people stepped on, scratched up, ignored, thrown away, to show them they're worth, they're value in life, to bring a smile with just a simple message or a hug.  I just get angry at times to see beauty slip though my fingers because of the pains in the past. Not angry with her, but the people that have cause the pain.  Honestly i just have a billion thoughts going through my head.  Questions that keep me up at night, questions that keep me unfocused.  Maybe I should move away.  Seems like people in bigger cities notice and chase after nice guys.  Here... psh... it's a joke.  A nice guy can be inches from the lady and she couldn't tell the difference.  Either that or she knows but is too scared of actually falling in love. Thinking that it could be the end of the "fun", but little do you know, it's only the begining my dear.  The real fun starts when you share life with a person you that can make you laugh, smile, and even give you a shoulder to cry on.  I don't know... maybe i live in a fairly tale?  Maybe I'm too nice?  Maybe be I am too much of excatly what she may want and that scares her?  Ahh.. the maybe's, could be's, should be's, and might be's... That is why I like to take the risk... Atleast I would know.  No doubts, no regrets...weather it fails or succeeds, ATLEAST you know.  Such is the fee of a nice guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I harbor a pain inside,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm the only one denied.&lt;br /&gt;Someone for me to love?&lt;br /&gt;No! Only people who like to shove.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness surrounds my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Like a burning coal it stole.&lt;br /&gt;My confidence, pride and joy.&lt;br /&gt;My life slowly became coy.&lt;br /&gt;I feel claustrophobic from the fear.&lt;br /&gt;All i can do is let out a tear.&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why does this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's got to be a nice guys fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandor Nemeti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10297039-114949148144615884?l=wholovessanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/feeds/114949148144615884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10297039&amp;postID=114949148144615884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/114949148144615884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10297039/posts/default/114949148144615884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wholovessanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/rolling-with-punches.html' title='Rolling with the punches...'/><author><name>SANTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07109260812817655732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/790/320/random%20004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
