<?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-3405694</id><updated>2011-09-03T11:37:06.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog of my daily life, yawn.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>260</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-110130477617197309</id><published>2004-11-24T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T09:02:26.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just love my pal Cherry, or as I call her Vanessa Carolina Vargas. She is just the best!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/110130477617197309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/110130477617197309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110130477617197309' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-108076780191647244</id><published>2004-03-31T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T16:19:19.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, an update twice in one month....a modern day record.Well, the girl is still in a cast.What else...umm, we are painting the house...well C and the painter are painting the house...I am not doing much.Christ...I wish I could regal you with stories of my life but as we all know...that is not going happen.You kids have a good day and Mare, you feel better.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/108076780191647244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/108076780191647244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108076780191647244' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-108023202297843890</id><published>2004-03-25T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T11:29:34.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, the blog is back and badder than ever...thanks to legendry Pal Wendy for the use of the space.Well, time for an update...Kim broke a bone on the bottom of her foot...she is in a cast for three weeks...poor kid.Other than that, you have missed nothing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/108023202297843890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/108023202297843890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108023202297843890' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-107833464187927504</id><published>2004-03-03T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T12:26:10.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes I know I have been slacking but as you can see my pictue hosting company deleted all my pictures :|.So, I am going to have to find the same or other pictures for the links on the side.And I will start to update again, I swear.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/107833464187927504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/107833464187927504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833464187927504' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-107790519296930836</id><published>2004-02-27T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T13:18:48.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha, yes I did not mean to post here...so now you get nothing for today or February in general.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/107790519296930836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/107790519296930836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107790519296930836' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-107530689941734324</id><published>2004-01-28T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T11:23:13.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some observations or tidbits:Has anyone ever met someone named Carmen who was thin.Yesterday I was behind someone at the toll who was talking to the toll taker but I could not beep the horn cuz the toll taker likes me and I would hated to do that to him.  Ever have a stuffy nose while laying in bed and keep turning from one side to the other so that the stuffiness goes back and forth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/107530689941734324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/107530689941734324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107530689941734324' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-107176107336906118</id><published>2003-12-18T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T10:25:26.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well okay, tis been a while...I am sure you all have dealt with it in your own manner.So, what is new..well nothing.  I have been sick for two weeks but it seems to be getting better.Hmm, what else...not sure...What do you want for Christmas?  I have no idea what I want except I am buying the boy an Xbox and I want NBA Live and ESPN Football....hmm?Well, have a good day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/107176107336906118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/107176107336906118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107176107336906118' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-107068402899948083</id><published>2003-12-05T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T23:14:30.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it that restaurants put so much garlic in food and then for some reason, I get a garlic headache.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/107068402899948083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/107068402899948083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107068402899948083' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106922075162964695</id><published>2003-11-19T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T00:46:15.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why can't I sleep?I have no idea...well I have some idea but, never the less.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106922075162964695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106922075162964695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106922075162964695' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106909272930607983</id><published>2003-11-17T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T13:12:32.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sons-a-bitches.Well not much is new, same old same old.So, what is new with you?I see, well okay.Ta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106909272930607983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106909272930607983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106909272930607983' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106859915214669963</id><published>2003-11-11T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:05:49.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, not one happy birthday for Nick.  I can understand forgetting my birthday, but nothing for the boy...wow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106859915214669963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106859915214669963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859915214669963' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106855860018487889</id><published>2003-11-11T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T08:49:58.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Has it almost been a week already?Well anyway, I have a bone to pick with legendary 'pal to the stars' Mare.  See, Mare will come and read my blog and then after, come online.  Does this mean that she would rather read a summary of things rather than talk to me directly?!?  And, she has disappeared, where have you gone, Mare?  What will happen is that she will read this and then come online </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106855860018487889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106855860018487889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106855860018487889' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106808049913385756</id><published>2003-11-05T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T09:47:00.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to the monkey Nick, who turns 6 today.            </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106808049913385756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106808049913385756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106808049913385756' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106804915717102668</id><published>2003-11-05T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T11:19:15.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This story is for adults only.  So, if you are under eighteen, have a weak heart, are mormon, have issues with sex, have strict morals then do not read the following.OO I maimed my puter, oh hell in a box.  Here I am, a single mother and now I have maimed my puter.  I know, I will call my best friend Bren, she knows puters.Oh fantastic, she is sending her husband, Jeff.  Now of course Jeff </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106804915717102668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106804915717102668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804915717102668' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106797160260879893</id><published>2003-11-04T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T13:46:40.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My tummy hurts.  The babies are sick.  C is working late tonight.  I smell disaster.The boy's birthday is tomorrow.  He is going to be six.  I will wish him a happy birthday and then kill myself.Tis odd what some people will lie about, I just can not figure it out.Well, I feel like death, have a great day and hope I do not puke before I get home.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106797160260879893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106797160260879893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106797160260879893' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106762397352873183</id><published>2003-10-31T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T13:12:52.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I know you ask yourselves on a daily basis, why do you come back here to read this boring drivel.  Well, I will tell you why.  Cuz I write it for you, yes you.  Being that I know I have a loyal following, I write to each and everyone of you and I sense that you all understand that.I might sit here and write the most boring of updates.  Have the most stale life.  Regal you with absolutely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106762397352873183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106762397352873183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106762397352873183' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106746081975911830</id><published>2003-10-29T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:53:38.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday huh, the most middle of all days.So, anything new?  Thought not.Well, you all have a great, great and now that I think about it, a GREAT day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106746081975911830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106746081975911830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746081975911830' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106735311472517848</id><published>2003-10-28T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T09:58:34.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aww, my longest running internet pal Becca left me a birthday greeting, thanks!!!Let's see, anything new since last Wednesday, hmm, not really.  We pressured cleaned the driveway.And since that is the most note worthy event that happened, you can imagine how slow it has been.Yesterday in the car I was driving behind someone who was sitting like a car length behind another car at a stop sign</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106735311472517848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106735311472517848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106735311472517848' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106683557402135635</id><published>2003-10-22T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T11:12:54.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Can you relate to that cock?"How does one deal with a question like that.  Why should one have to deal with a question like that.A little backround:I was talking to this intern who works here who is from Germany and only here for a few months.  Well, obviously English is her second language.  So, I am wearing my Foghorn Leghorn shirt with a picture of Foghorn on the shirt.  So, she goes, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106683557402135635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106683557402135635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683557402135635' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106676558567079925</id><published>2003-10-21T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T15:47:07.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I oughta update.Nothing new...have a good day.I kid, I kid, let me see, what is new.  Not much really, another day and all that crap.If you want to read a good story, go here and select The Vicar Chronicles ...... The Mysterious Case Of Billy’s G String  and go back to chapter one, tis a solid read.Well, I guess that is it, oh, hell, I forgot to tell everyone that legendary 'pal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106676558567079925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106676558567079925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106676558567079925' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106654110911590297</id><published>2003-10-19T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T00:10:48.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Saturday started out with a chorus of "happy birthday" from the family today at the edge of the bed.  It was so cute, the family sung the whole song to wake me up, twas the cutest thing.Yes, I do feel older, one more year away from being a kid, and that feels like yesterday.C made a black forest cake today, was yummy.  Was a nice birthday, I mean that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106654110911590297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106654110911590297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106654110911590297' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106639666747178992</id><published>2003-10-17T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T01:18:54.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now, "Part Five"Mert stood stunned and listened to the message again, listening for clues, backround noises, anything that would give him a leg up on this latest turn of events.Just a couple of things were certain, Mert would not have one million dollars with him tomorrow but he sure would be waiting.Mert decide to sleep on it and turn in.As Mert waited at Taft and 5th he did not know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106639666747178992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106639666747178992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106639666747178992' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106623660962866442</id><published>2003-10-15T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T12:51:18.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So yesterday I brought home some roses I bought for my wife on Friday.  Yes I know, I forgot them here at work.  Anyway, she goes, are these for my birthday, her birthday is in November.  Ten minutes later she goes, is this for our anniversary?That is not for another week, our meeting anniversary that is.  She was so convinced they were for something rather than just for the hell of it.  I guess</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106623660962866442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106623660962866442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106623660962866442' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106578754822832665</id><published>2003-10-10T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T12:04:40.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You you all are clarming for part three are you.  Well who am I to hold that back.Now, Part Three..."Ah Mert Canoilie San, your usual table?"  asked the Japanese waiter in his thick accentSake was his muse when it came to tough cases.  "What will you be having this evening?"  "Twelve sakes and a bowl of fried rice."  answered MertAs the waiter slapped his head and walked away Mert </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106578754822832665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106578754822832665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106578754822832665' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106555908461643315</id><published>2003-10-07T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T16:39:52.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congrats to legendary pal to the stars Mare for extending her job stay with the federal government.And now.........Part 2...Twas not the most spacious of abodes but Mert was home in his home.  The musty townhome was suitable for a man of Mert's social skills.  In another words, it was a pit.After changing and getting Jimii's blood washed off and the stank of the MXPD off him, Mert went for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106555908461643315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106555908461643315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106555908461643315' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106532843936993767</id><published>2003-10-05T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T23:56:28.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are gonna add a little spice to this boring blog.  Tonight we are going to begin a story.  I have no idea what it will be about since each word is going to be improvised.  We could have a murder mystery or we could have gay porn on our hands here, we just do not know.The story will be told in parts updated whenever I get ready.  So, sit back and enjoy Crestfallen, to the last.It was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106532843936993767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106532843936993767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106532843936993767' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106511219992855173</id><published>2003-10-02T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T12:29:59.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106511219992855173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106511219992855173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106511219992855173' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106511200396862820</id><published>2003-10-02T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T12:26:43.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AH HA, three days since my last update, well up yours if you have an issue with it.So, hi everybody, how are you all doing...hmm?Me, you ask, well I am pretty much the same.  It has been a busy morning with e-mail server issues and what not.Today the boy and C went to see Disney on Ice with his school.  Hell, other than that I have no idea.  Tis quiet, tis slow.Well you wacky kids have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106511200396862820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106511200396862820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106511200396862820' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106483794484848311</id><published>2003-09-29T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T08:19:04.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew, what a weekend, lots and lots of work.First of all on Friday night, we went to dinner and shopping.  We were at dinner and the boy asks for some ice cream so we asked the waiter for two dishes of ice cream for the kids.  Well it turns out that those two dishes of ice cream cost eleven dollars...yep, eleven.So then we went to buy him some shoes and we spent sixty dollars on some Air </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106483794484848311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106483794484848311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106483794484848311' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106459967415078445</id><published>2003-09-26T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T14:07:54.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only three more hours to go.  Very exciting, huh?Let's see, what am I doing this weekend, hmm.  Well tonight, after a lovely talk with me pal Mortie (Jori, now hereby known as Mortie), I am going to dinner with the family and who knows what kind of nutty shopping.Tomorrow and Sunday should be quiet type days, but you all know that at this point.How are you all doing?  How about we play a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106459967415078445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106459967415078445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106459967415078445' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106451723713334947</id><published>2003-09-25T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T15:13:57.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How odd, the two people that I sent emails to this morning but never got replies from are the same two people who came to visit the blog today.  It is like you care enough to come to see an update but not care enough to reply to an email.  Just perplexing.Well you know what I am gonna say...nothing to say, nothing new, blah blah blah...Have a good day, if you must.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106451723713334947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106451723713334947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106451723713334947' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106442391998508172</id><published>2003-09-24T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T13:18:39.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See today I mailed Mare and did not get a reply...I think we need to have a long talk.I had sat here for like five minutes thinking of what to mumble about...I am stumped.Looks like it is gonna rain this afternoon, ugh, again.Looks like I am pretty sleepy and need a long nap of about three weeks.  Wouldn't that be great, if we could nap for like three weeks.  Can you imagine how refreshed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106442391998508172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106442391998508172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106442391998508172' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106434878539011470</id><published>2003-09-23T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T16:26:25.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi Kids!!!  Sorry, busy day today.  To those of you who I was sposed to mail (Mare), sorry.So how is everyone...hmm???So, I know you all are wondering what is going on.  Well I gotta tell you, nothing.Hmm...I get to go home in twenty minutes.My hair is behaving today.My ass is being naughty.I get to go home in eighteen minutes...oh god I need to end this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106434878539011470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106434878539011470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106434878539011470' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106424824822347713</id><published>2003-09-22T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T12:30:48.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A pretty good weekend, things were slow well that is how it should be.  We went and saw Once Upon A Time in Mexico, it was real good.I did not get to nap or sleep much this weekend and I guess I can only blame one person for that....Jori.I hope you all are having a great Monday.  Wendy, I hope your job is going good.Have a great day kids.Oh the other night, the boy had to get up to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106424824822347713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106424824822347713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106424824822347713' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106407449837825294</id><published>2003-09-20T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T12:14:58.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A big  to Wendy for getting a job.  Of course now I am going to have to listen to how tired she is...I mean tis going to be a full eight hours Win....EIGHT HOURS!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106407449837825294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106407449837825294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106407449837825294' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106398915400963813</id><published>2003-09-19T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T12:32:33.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got to stay home yesterday cuz my daughter has pink eye.  We had a great day together...sweet kid.Not much else is going on cept I had more bagging issues at the grocery store...WTF?  Stop bagging my raw chicken with other stuff....dammit.Hmm, I think that might be it...wow..my life is slow but I am sure you all like this better than when it was busy....hmmm?Well have a great weekend!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106398915400963813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106398915400963813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106398915400963813' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106380096399069481</id><published>2003-09-17T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T08:16:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seems to be a pleasant enough morning in these here parts.  I got to finally talk to my great pal Mare yesterday...I was all excited.I am having grocery bagging issues again.  Yesterday I got home from the grocery store to find my lettuce and carrots packed snuggly with my chicken...needless to say I was not happy.Tis kinda weird how some people choose to dress when folks are visiting from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106380096399069481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106380096399069481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106380096399069481' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106371326294646181</id><published>2003-09-16T07:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T08:06:46.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well apparently there are issues with Yahoo mail.  Mare, did you get the e-mail I sent you yesterday?  I sure hope you did not, cuz if you did and did not reply....Congrats to the lovely Tammy for passing the bar exam and getting her condo all on the same day.Not much else is new except that I think my neighbors, Brenda, got a boob job.  I need to start talking to that woman.Have a great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106371326294646181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106371326294646181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106371326294646181' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106364548046570267</id><published>2003-09-15T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T13:04:40.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well hello folks, how are you all today?Well I miss you all.The weekend was good, good sports weekend.I cut the grass and we got a coffee maker so that my teeth will decay even faster.Hmm, let's see, anything else going on, hmm , not really.You all have a great day...:(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106364548046570267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106364548046570267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106364548046570267' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106328259348550520</id><published>2003-09-11T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T12:28:17.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my life here on the internet I have kinda gotten used to using smileys.  I love the Yahoo smiley's and I wish I was able to use them in my everyday life.Let's say, for instance, you were suppose to call someone and they were not home, well I would love to leave a  on the answering machine.  But, technology has not yet advanced to that stage yet...oh well.  Although I am sure research is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106328259348550520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106328259348550520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106328259348550520' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106319914805297619</id><published>2003-09-10T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T12:23:19.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And God spoke all these words, saying: 'I am the LORD your God… ONE: 'You shall have no other gods before Me.' TWO: 'You shall not make for yourself a carved image--any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.' THREE: 'You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain.' FOUR: 'Remember the Sabbath day, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106319914805297619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106319914805297619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106319914805297619' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106311879798497045</id><published>2003-09-09T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T10:46:37.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well after a couple of requests to update the blog, I am.My weekend was good...lots of football viewing...I think I am going to miss the summer and all that weekend free time.So, my birthday is coming up, I am getting old, yep, old.  I remember when I was your guys' age...now I am approaching the mid 30's.  It is depressing when you get this old...well sure...but I can not imagine how bad it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106311879798497045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106311879798497045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106311879798497045' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106277441857124486</id><published>2003-09-05T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T11:06:58.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, after having to call Jori, we learned that she is going okay, if not sore.  She got eleven staples and will be having them removed with a staple remover.  Numerous requests to remove the staples myself were declined...:|Being that today is Friday, I am very excited, I am going to nap like a mad man this weekend...well, christ, I forgot, football season, both pro and college...oh boy.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106277441857124486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106277441857124486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106277441857124486' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106269267202903512</id><published>2003-09-04T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T12:24:32.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, let's hope Jori's surgery went okay, not that anyone called to let me know either way...:|Well me fantastic pal Wendy's grandma is in the hospital with lung issues, let's all hope for the best there, too.And even the lovely Mare's mom was having some heart issues lately...for the love of god...would you all get better.Well nothing really going on...quiet and all.Well have a great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106269267202903512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106269267202903512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106269267202903512' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106260646430947968</id><published>2003-09-03T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T12:27:44.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And my pal Wendy....oh it's too late...oh well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106260646430947968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106260646430947968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106260646430947968' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106260639914253073</id><published>2003-09-03T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T12:26:39.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My fantastic pal Jori is having her surgery today.  I am thinking about you, honey.And, I swear, if I do not get a call today with some kind of status...you are gonna need more surgery.Ta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106260639914253073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106260639914253073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106260639914253073' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106253421216444720</id><published>2003-09-02T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T16:23:32.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my god, I have no one to tell this to so I will tell myself...well not really.Oh my god, oh my god...is she out of her mind...how attention starved can you be???????????????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106253421216444720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106253421216444720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106253421216444720' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106251102685891315</id><published>2003-09-02T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T09:57:06.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well my first post in six day...tis the mercy of long weekends.Well I am still sick...damn throat is still swollen.  And I made a promise that if it still hurt by Wednesday I would go to the doctor...ugh.I did not do much this weekend, kind of layed around like a bum.  I even did not excercise as much as I usually do, hence I feel fat.Our AC broke yesterday afternoon.  It was so hot last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106251102685891315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106251102685891315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106251102685891315' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106200193223191925</id><published>2003-08-27T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T12:32:12.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she would lead u around by the ring in your nose that she put inOkay, just needed to save that line, in all its glory....magnificent Jori...simply magnificent.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106200193223191925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106200193223191925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106200193223191925' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106198988878532676</id><published>2003-08-27T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T09:11:28.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it appears things were fifty fifty on how well the will went over.  Some of you were happy, some of you were upset.  Well there is nothing else I can do about it so try your best to deal with it.To amend the will, Jori has asked for a shirt so she will be getting my King Crimson black polo shirt.  I just hope it smells like me enough.The boy is doing well at school, after two days of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106198988878532676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106198988878532676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106198988878532676' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106190384056208468</id><published>2003-08-26T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T09:05:49.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As per my discussion with one of my bestest buds in the whole world, Mare, I am going to write up a will for all my online pals.  This is in case I die, obviously.  If and when I die, you will receive an e-mail from one Wndytime@hotmail.com with your winnings.  Wendy was choosen as the executor of the will since she is local and would best be able to determine if I had died.So, without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106190384056208468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106190384056208468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106190384056208468' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106182500449067240</id><published>2003-08-25T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T11:23:24.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello, is the lady of the house in?Well, the boy started kindergarten today, let's go over the highlights.  In the car he told the girl that he was gonna miss her a lot.  Then, the girl cried when the boy was leaving when we dropped her off.  Then as he ran in and gave he preschool teacher a hug and he waved goodbye on his way out.  Then when he got to his school, he put his bookbag on and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106182500449067240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106182500449067240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106182500449067240' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106147019933992596</id><published>2003-08-21T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T08:49:59.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why does this....oh, that's why this date means something to me.  This was the date that I went out for with the first girl that really broke my heart, Adilia Lopez.  Whew, I thought it would take me forever to remember what 8/21 meant to me.Maybe we should talk about the last girl who broke me heart...or maybe not.Well, things are pretty quiet around these here parts.It rained all day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106147019933992596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106147019933992596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106147019933992596' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106138266314152004</id><published>2003-08-20T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T08:34:17.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello sir, may I talk to Jori please?So, nothing is new and I mean nothing is new.  The boy has/had a fever, the poor guy.  The girl is doing great, being as dramatic as humanly possible.Um, hmm, let's see, there has to be something to report on.  Well we bought a recliner to replace the couch that the boy puked on.Well, that's pretty much it...can you believe that...well can you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106138266314152004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106138266314152004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106138266314152004' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106121355935676937</id><published>2003-08-18T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T09:32:39.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess the question on everyone's mind is where is Jori.  Hmm, last time anyone saw Jori was on Wednesday afternoon.  She has not viewed the blog since that time and has not been seen on Yahoo since then either.  I have checked the Milwaukee obituaries and nothing.  I guess the next step is calling local hospitals, or I could just call her at home...you know?I guess the best thing bout having </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106121355935676937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106121355935676937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106121355935676937' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106109837675325258</id><published>2003-08-17T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T01:32:56.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aquariums must be stopped...now.Go here, here and if you are not faint of heart, here and watch the first video in the middle of the page.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106109837675325258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106109837675325258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106109837675325258' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106097843135587513</id><published>2003-08-15T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T16:13:49.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh god, if you are not faint of heart and do not mind yucky talk..go here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106097843135587513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106097843135587513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106097843135587513' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106095164066936333</id><published>2003-08-15T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T08:51:42.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, today, why am I dreading today...I guess I can not say...I am such, such a moron.Well, what are your plans for this weekend.  How about comment and tell everyone what you are doing...hmm?I really do not have much to update you wacky kids on...quiet and all that.The boy starts kindergarten the following Monday...I am gonna drop him off and then drive head on into a wall.It does not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106095164066936333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106095164066936333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106095164066936333' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106079172831881206</id><published>2003-08-13T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T12:39:16.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello?Who's this?Word that sound benign enough but yesterday, they were spoken to me and I was scared...very scared.Then I heard, "Hey pal, you wanna fight?"  I nearly crapped my pants.Today I am better, I did not sleep much last night but I am doing better today.  I just hope when the light go out I will stop hearing that "who's this?" over and over.  You know?My pal and friend Mare, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106079172831881206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106079172831881206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106079172831881206' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106060880669396656</id><published>2003-08-11T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T09:33:26.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well a fine weekend indeed.On Saturday we went to the mall and bought many useless things, including:Strawberry Shortcake waste basket for the girlSnoopy ceramic cup and toothbrush holder (second Peanuts set we own)Cat in the Hat salt and pepper shakerA Precious Moments letter K for the girlAnd a Hulk backpack for the boyThen yesterday I did musho yardwork and have the cuts on my arm to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106060880669396656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106060880669396656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106060880669396656' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106034472035831351</id><published>2003-08-08T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T08:14:47.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, the kids love to stay up late and as often as I try to chuck them into their beds they always get right back up.  Like last night I put the girl down, I heard her opening her door so I got up and as soon as she saw me she chucked her door closed.  And then when I try to chuck the boy into the bath, he goes, I am not dirty daddy.  Ugh, we go through this every night.So last night, and for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106034472035831351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106034472035831351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106034472035831351' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106022615847449444</id><published>2003-08-06T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T23:16:08.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look, if you are reading this...please please, and we all agree on this, no more heals with jeans....please!!!Well a smashing day today...musho work and what not.I am here with the kids, Kim is in bed and Nick is messing around but supposed to be in bed...punk.The toddler is throwing another fit.It has been raining everyday and I for one am sick of it.  For the love of god...no rain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106022615847449444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106022615847449444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106022615847449444' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-106008512667133173</id><published>2003-08-05T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T08:05:26.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have known this for a while but I update less when I am more depressed.  Not that I am ever like depressed per se but like down or sad.Why is it that on Sunday night I slept more but was exhausted Monday morning but last night I slept not quite as much but feel no where near as tired.Well my great pal Mare made it back from hiking in one piece and without even catching one case of poison </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106008512667133173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/106008512667133173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106008512667133173' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105976931381897251</id><published>2003-08-01T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T16:21:53.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well my pal Grace had a zit under her arm popped today...we were all worried it was cancer but alas, a zit it was.I am going to be opening a new business, growth popping.  Why waste time and money with sanitary doctors when you can have the painful yet fun for me experience of having your growth annihilated.  We will use a garlic press, ice and plenty of tissues during the procedure.  The best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105976931381897251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105976931381897251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105976931381897251' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105968180085473605</id><published>2003-07-31T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T16:03:20.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, I thought I had skipped two days of posting...well not too bad then.I went to the mall during lunch and bought a Strawberry Shortcake christmas thing for the girl and a Duff Beer glass for me...:)Has been me and the kids at night for the past couple of days with tonight also being a kids night at home night...meaning I am a kid meself.So what else....hmm...god I am vapid.I gotta tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105968180085473605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105968180085473605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105968180085473605' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105948398410884337</id><published>2003-07-29T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T09:06:24.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sick, I believe I have what the monkey's have.  My throat hurts and I am real achey....:(Well nothing much happened last night but I have this sneaking suspicion you knew that already.My head hurts, I want to go home, I want to die...oh calm down, I am not whining, just playing around.I have no idea what to say, no material to write about...nothing.I wonder how Mare is doing on her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105948398410884337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105948398410884337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105948398410884337' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105939744101633839</id><published>2003-07-28T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T09:04:00.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey two posts in a twelve hour period...solid.Well what could I say since my last update when most of the time was spent sleeping, or trying to sleep.  Well you guessed it, not much.I am sure Mare right now is snuggly nested somewhere in the Wyoming outback (that is kinda redundant) and hopefully avoiding snakes and other poisonous animals.I had trouble sleeping last night, but that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105939744101633839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105939744101633839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105939744101633839' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105936186995652129</id><published>2003-07-27T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T08:53:36.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes I know it has been a while since I have updated.  I still can not figure out why I feel like updating sometimes and other times I do not.Well one of me bestest pals, Mare, is going hiking this week and gave no second thought as to how I will pass the time this week.Today I did about three hours of yardwork...at least I got some color.Other than that not much happened...was pretty much a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105936186995652129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105936186995652129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105936186995652129' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105879225305362231</id><published>2003-07-21T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T08:57:32.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I need to spend more time crafting my posts...not just whipping thru an update like so much cream.Well hmm...What did we do this weekend.  Well we went shopping for the kids and spent $124 for two outfits for the girl...yeah, I know...$124.We went to dinner a couple of times but hell if I have a clue as to where.  Well yesterday, we got home from shopping and I had already played </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105879225305362231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105879225305362231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105879225305362231' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105847079254906758</id><published>2003-07-17T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T15:39:52.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why does this feel like a Friday...hmm...I wonder.Well today has been an odd like.  Like the olden days, a bad morning but a good afternoon.Well I am hungry...I want like a huge desert, or something like that.Okay I have nothing to write about, nothing at all...why not dammit?Gosh I guess I am going to end this disaster, I need to spend more time thinking about what I am going to say from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105847079254906758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105847079254906758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105847079254906758' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105838136209123406</id><published>2003-07-16T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T23:43:49.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God I always think I have lots to tell you all then I forget.Well the kids are doing good.  The girl is doing expressions at an eighth grade level.And the boy is well the boy.Not much else going on...oh yeah...wanted to talk about one of my bestest buds Jori.  Jori is one is the sweetest white chicks on this planet and well I am hoping that she is going to be okay.  See Jori is a walking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105838136209123406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105838136209123406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105838136209123406' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105819364500839781</id><published>2003-07-14T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T23:44:14.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well yes I know it has been a while since my last post.Well we went to the movies on Saturday, saw Pirates of the Caribbean...very good.We then went looking at neighborhoods up here in Miramar, we are thinking of moving.Hmm, oh yeah, we bought the boy some shoes and well...hmm.Boring weekend but nice never-the-less.Oh god it is hot in here...lousy Monday morning when the air has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105819364500839781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105819364500839781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105819364500839781' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105785947241549153</id><published>2003-07-10T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T13:51:12.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why the hell can't I get a good pickle anymore.  Every pickle I get now is foresty green and tastes like a cucumber.  Pickles should sit in their brine for a while and get a nice light green...goodness.Well the lock was broken on the office door this morning...well was yestderday too...so we got to sit outside until about 9:15.Okay, now the after lunch sleepy time is upon me...god I need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105785947241549153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105785947241549153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105785947241549153' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105775765599142049</id><published>2003-07-09T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T09:34:15.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boy tis hot in here today...the key to the building did not work today so I had to wait outside.And now...now...nothing.I have nothing to say...tis quiet and quiet and nothing to talk about.It seems brighter in here today...why do certain days feel different.  Yesterday was dark day and today is a bright day...I mean like literally.Well at least it is has been a quick morning...got to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105775765599142049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105775765599142049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105775765599142049' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105766755045709043</id><published>2003-07-08T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T08:33:05.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well amazing...only one person commented on their weekend on yesterday's blog entry.  I guess I only have one fan..:(Wendolaine, for your comment submission, you have won an all expense paid trip to Houligans during the next snowstorm.  Get your long underwear ready.For the rest of you...I have no words.Let's see, yesterday was a yesterday...nothing too exciting nor too catastrophic.  For</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105766755045709043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105766755045709043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105766755045709043' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105758246264774250</id><published>2003-07-07T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T08:55:22.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tis Monday, the exciting three day weekend has come and gone like so many yesterdays.Well a lovely weekend, watched the kids all three days...was not as bad as it could have been...they were well behaved.Jeez not much happened, well last night the kids did not want to sleep and they were both in our bed at four in the morning.  Well I nipped that in the bud and sent them back to their beds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105758246264774250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105758246264774250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105758246264774250' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105737751245380884</id><published>2003-07-04T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T23:58:32.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been a while since an update...I noticed.Well not much to mention...nice day today...getting back to my playing shape of six weeks ago.Umm tis quiet on the internet tonight...I guess most folks be out and about...hard to relate.Well early morning for me tomorrow...grocery store and mowing the lawn...stop laughing.Goodnight...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105737751245380884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105737751245380884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105737751245380884' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105711511035031055</id><published>2003-07-01T23:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T23:59:13.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I got some of my office furniture today...at least a desk.Not much else happened today...still have not unpacked...no place to unpack to.Umm...hell wish I had something else to tell you all..and I do but hell if I remember what.And Mare...will be back soon...no internet at work, yet.Well you know how I love all my fans...have a great evening.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105711511035031055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105711511035031055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105711511035031055' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105702892589243318</id><published>2003-06-30T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T23:08:45.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I got the office I did not want but I got the configuration that I wanted, just not the actual furniture yet.  My computer will face in so no one will see what I am doing.Let's see, Saturday we took the kids for pizza and to see The Hulk, what a clunker but, the hyper active boy sat mesmerized for the entire film so at least he liked it.On Sunday we did not do much, hung out and got in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105702892589243318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105702892589243318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105702892589243318' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105676791165524865</id><published>2003-06-27T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T17:36:30.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So another good day today..well except for the fact I am getting hosed with my new office in our new offices at work...hmm.Going from a secluded back office to a glass office in the front with the computer facing out from the side...ugh.Well..at work today I got this weirdo hang up at around 8:30 in the morning..wonder who that could have been...hmmm?Took the family out for yummy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105676791165524865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105676791165524865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105676791165524865' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105663051190145895</id><published>2003-06-26T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T08:32:43.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well 'member when I said yesterday I would have a good rest of the day..well I did.Musho thanks to Dominator Grace for her creative input yesterday.  And just so I do not get chewed out again, musho musho thanks to Wendy for her continued assistance.  And Jort, well Jort, you have an exciting story coming your way.  If you can ever...you know...GET ONLINE!!!  And Wingnut Mare...not even sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105663051190145895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105663051190145895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105663051190145895' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105656202089087071</id><published>2003-06-25T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T13:27:00.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I skipped updating yesterday...up yours.Well has been an odd two days.  Too bad I can not tell you why.  Most of you know the story anyway.Well it's Wednesday...not much more to add.  The birds are singing, wenches are praying, Dave is beside himself.Well you all have a good day...me thinks I will.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105656202089087071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105656202089087071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105656202089087071' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105637036386145317</id><published>2003-06-23T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T08:12:43.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the weekend, let's start with Saturday.Well I took TWO naps on Saturday... what is wrong with me.  Then the little woman and I dropped the monkeys off at my folks house and went to dinner.  We went to this yummy Brazilian place in South Miami, everything was fantastic.  Then it started to pour, so I left Cristina there and went to fetch the car...well after twenty minutes, I finally was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105637036386145317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105637036386145317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105637036386145317' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105622308580886652</id><published>2003-06-21T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T08:13:54.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Middle of the day Saturday, getting the kids ready to be shipped off to mom and dad's house.Could there be any more crappy movies out at this time...well could there?Such a hot day today..the humidity alone is just overwhelming.Well, me thinks me be done...off to cook dinner for the animals, after they are dried and polished from their bath.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105622308580886652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105622308580886652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105622308580886652' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105611494911307093</id><published>2003-06-20T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T09:15:49.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hell in a box I had better update.Well nothing is new, I am done.This weekend we are leaving my kids with my folks and going to dinner and a movie...fun huh...well it is, okay?Other than that I hope the weather stays nice so I can get outside and play some ball.Umm, the kids have food poisoning but seem to be doing better..lousy McDonalds.Gosh my updates suck now-a-days, just lots on my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105611494911307093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105611494911307093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105611494911307093' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105595486932865492</id><published>2003-06-18T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T12:47:49.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing much too post about...too bummed out.The rest of you keep smiling.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105595486932865492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105595486932865492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105595486932865492' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105576798836399059</id><published>2003-06-16T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T08:53:08.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah Monday, the most suicidal of all days.Well yesterday was boring but I got a nap in.....mmmm nap.Today is the start of another five day week, ugh.And what the hell, it is so damn hot in here, the AC is on but I am sweating like a fat person.Well honestly, I wish I had some more to tell you but, I don't.  Maybe something exciting will happen today, but I doubt it and even if it did, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105576798836399059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105576798836399059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105576798836399059' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105562201017183158</id><published>2003-06-14T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T16:20:10.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday afternoon, post nap, pre cooking time...what to do?  I guess update the blog is what you do.MY toddler is is acting all weirdo...ugh...one of those times where nothing seems to be right.So honestly, not much else to report on, I cut the grass today and dropped my clothes off at the laundry....umm...that's it.Oh, last night we took the kids out for pizza and to see Finding Nemo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105562201017183158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105562201017183158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105562201017183158' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105550619131499846</id><published>2003-06-13T08:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T08:10:09.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hard to believe it is the middle of June already.My son graduates preschool today...I knew he could do it.Friday, thank god, we are going out to dinner tonight and taking the monkeys to see Finding Nemo.Other than that, I can find nothing else to talk about...have a great weekend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105550619131499846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105550619131499846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105550619131499846' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-105541993355018430</id><published>2003-06-12T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T08:12:13.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, blogger updated their interface...funky.Well I skipped updating yesterday, not sure why, I just "plum" forgot.  And yeah, I know lots of you out there pine for these daily updates, Windy, Wingnut Mare, possibly Grace.  I wish I could say the same about my pal Jori (or Jort as she likes to be called), but she only reads when she gets ready to.Well an interesting day yesterday, full of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105541993355018430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/105541993355018430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105541993355018430' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-95503250</id><published>2003-06-10T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T08:54:24.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a deadly web we can all weave.Took almost two hours to get home last night from work...stupid weather.I did nothing when I got home...no weights...no basketball...nothing....just took a nap and played with the monkeys.What we see sometimes is based in bias...we see what we want...or what we hope to see.  I know I am like that...I guess that is what sucks being an optimist.I need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95503250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95503250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95503250' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-95461467</id><published>2003-06-09T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T08:41:35.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh christ I hurt.  I have been so sore for the past three days.  The odd thing is that I have no idea why...I have not been lifting weights much.  My whole body aches so I figure okay...I am getting sick.  Well guess what, I am not getting sick...feel fine.  I am stumped.A great weekend...yesterday we went shopping for some sneakers for Kim, we got her some white pumas with pink accents...she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95461467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95461467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95461467' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-95423881</id><published>2003-06-07T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T23:54:43.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am on fire three....days in a row.A lovely day...hair cut and grocery store...a great nap....a great time outside.... and then dinner and a movie with the little woman.We left the kids at my folks and headed for some yummy Argentinian food....I had noquois....yum.We then saw Wrong Turn....a decent horror movie.Now everyone is passed out and I am wide awake and hungry but I am not eating</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95423881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95423881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95423881' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-95367878</id><published>2003-06-06T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T08:48:03.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two days in a row...must be something in the water.So really...nothing is new...The wife and I are leaving the kids with my folks tomorrow night and going to dinner and the movies...I can not remember the last time we did that.I am not sure what we are going to see but it does not matter.Well, I guess that is it...anything else that is going on is not fit for print.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95367878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95367878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95367878' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-95324228</id><published>2003-06-05T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T08:43:50.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...Thursday...what does that mean...well nothing.I find that I think the best after a late evening nap and I can not fall asleep when it is time to go to bed.I thought about why I have become such an extreme liberal as of late.  Thanks to the country's current administration, the country is being divided and people are either becoming more conservative or more liberal...there is less and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95324228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95324228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95324228' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-95246052</id><published>2003-06-03T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T13:46:27.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Grace update your blog.Now that is a blog worth reading...not this pile of crap.Nothing new to report on, same old crap.  It has been quiet at work these past two days...I wonder why.Well have a lovely day, maybe something note worthy will happen to me...or not...maybe better not.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95246052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95246052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95246052' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-95151871</id><published>2003-06-01T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T09:35:16.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tis Sunday morning and the nut jobs have woken me up.We had a nice day yesterday with basketball and naps o'plenty.The woman and I watched Time Machine last night, I am not sure if I liked it or not.  The pacing was just way too fast, it looks like it should have been a three hour movie condensed into ninety minutes.So about two weeks ago my wife call as leaving work at around ten at night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95151871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95151871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95151871' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-95057811</id><published>2003-05-29T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T20:40:17.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Such a nice day...ten thousand meetings at work...one more boring than the next.  And I can not stop yawning during meetings...it is so embarrasing.There was an ambulance at one of the neighbors house tonight.  First of all, the whole neighborhood rushes outside to gawk.  Then the ambulance stays there with the lady in the back for like ten minutes...SHE IS GOING TO DIE...HURRY.Other than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95057811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/95057811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95057811' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-94968037</id><published>2003-05-27T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T22:13:03.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lovely day today...except for the rain.Work was quiet, home was quiet...it is 10 and everyone is in bed...cept for me of course.The weekend was magnificent...lots of rest and excercise.Not really much more to comment on...Well you know how much I love my audience right...well right now as I type this...I have no shirt on...GOODNIGHT!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/94968037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/94968037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94968037' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405694.post-94843371</id><published>2003-05-24T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T20:50:42.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A nice day today.  Took the kids to see mommy for lunch.  Went grocery shopping and home for a nap.Cooked a mean steak for dinner and played ball til it rained.  Now just done bathing the babies...so clean and soft.Well my wife is working on a 13 hour day..yikes...Have a great tomorrow.Muah!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/94843371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405694/posts/default/94843371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davida.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94843371' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068995581723894875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
