<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939</id><updated>2009-03-21T05:38:03.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah, like...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is who I am, unchanged...
This is what I am, looking back...
This is where I am, facing forward...
This is when I am, one day at a time...
This is why I am, soul searching and searching my soul...
This is how I am, take it or leave it.
-11/22/2004</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-115758394395567578</id><published>2006-09-06T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:05:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people</title><content type='html'>Girl Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you break a girls heart,&lt;br /&gt;she still feels it when&lt;br /&gt;you run into eachother 3 years later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;millions of things are running through her&lt;br /&gt;mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of&lt;br /&gt;questions, she is wondering how long you will be&lt;br /&gt;around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine, " after a&lt;br /&gt;few seconds, she is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering why you are so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says that she can't live&lt;br /&gt;without you, she has made up her mind that you are&lt;br /&gt;her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you, "&lt;br /&gt;no one in this world can miss you more&lt;br /&gt;than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls u&lt;br /&gt;he wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;He's listening to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;He realizes he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine, " after a few&lt;br /&gt;minutes, he means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;he wishes you would care about him and&lt;br /&gt;wonders if you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're laying your head on a guy's&lt;br /&gt;chest, he has the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you everyday&lt;br /&gt;he is in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a (good) guy tells you he loves you&lt;br /&gt;he means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;he's with you till you're done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you, "&lt;br /&gt;he misses you more than you could have&lt;br /&gt;ever missed him or anything else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-115758394395567578?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/115758394395567578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=115758394395567578' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/115758394395567578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/115758394395567578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/09/people.html' title='people'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-115641755676277196</id><published>2006-08-24T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T04:05:56.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a fortune cookie on the 23rd</title><content type='html'>Make only the promises you can keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making two promises which i have every intention of keeping.&lt;br /&gt;because if i don't, i am worth nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-115641755676277196?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/115641755676277196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=115641755676277196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/115641755676277196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/115641755676277196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/08/fortune-cookie-on-23rd.html' title='a fortune cookie on the 23rd'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114940620513428867</id><published>2006-06-04T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:30:05.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;step 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mix it with serenity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and i'm left with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acceptance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can only change what i can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114940620513428867?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114940620513428867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114940620513428867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114940620513428867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114940620513428867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/06/recovery.html' title='recovery'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114939415447268895</id><published>2006-06-03T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T21:09:14.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manelle and RIchard</title><content type='html'>went to a wedding today.  it was held at the church I grew up in and had served as an altar server at for many years.  if i ever get married, and i was to be in a church, and the bride-to-be would consent, i'd like it to be in that church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very beautiful day to begin with.  bright, sunny day, not too hot or windy.  we drove down to the island to St. Mary's Cathedral Basilica.  It has been there since 1847 and withstood the 1900 storm.  it's also the oldest catholic church in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't know if Ma'nelle had an altar server lined up, so i checked, and they didn't have one yet, so, i dressed up for it.  The bride's motif was yellow/light yellow.  She also had a lot of yellow roses, which I think smells the best.  The ceremony was typical catholic wedding length, but it was still beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reception was very nice.  dancing was involved and we all danced til it was time to go.  beautiful day all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i've served for many weddings now, most of which for people I grew up with, etc.  can't help but daydream, ya know?  anyway, i'll post pics later on myspace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114939415447268895?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114939415447268895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114939415447268895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114939415447268895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114939415447268895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/06/manelle-and-richard.html' title='Manelle and RIchard'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114887190188839641</id><published>2006-05-28T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:05:01.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a long time gone</title><content type='html'>hi all&lt;br /&gt;and hi, b-log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a bit long time since i last posted.  sorry, life happens sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;so, hopefully, i can catch you up on recent events... or at least check out the myspace blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that... here's a few items that have happened recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114887190188839641?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114887190188839641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114887190188839641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114887190188839641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114887190188839641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-time-gone.html' title='a long time gone'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114775855442894444</id><published>2006-05-15T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:49:14.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.O. - Going Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/EPO-0037-Going%20Away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/EPO-0037-Going%20Away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114775855442894444?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114775855442894444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114775855442894444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114775855442894444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114775855442894444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/05/epo-going-away.html' title='E.P.O. - Going Away'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114629563887046642</id><published>2006-04-29T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:27:18.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaled down wheels keep on turning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, so they're not really big wheels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;try 1:18 scale wheels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even more specifically, on Dale Jr cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, at work, I've got a few friends who I honestly cannot pass the time talking with them about work where NASCAR and our favorite drivers are not mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hey, when you gonna stamp my paperwork?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When I get done doing this other stuff."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Think your boy is gonna do good this weekend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh yeah!  Guess who's number 1?  Uh huh!  Number 17, boy!  Kenseth is up there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yeah yeah, well, Jr's not doing so bad either.  :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yeah, he's racin' alright... ok, you want your stuff stamped off now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sure!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't necessarily LIVE AND BREATHE Dale Jr., but... you could say I'm getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From shirts, jerseys, jackets, chairs, hats, misc. items, figures, and scaled cars... yeah, you can kinda say I like #8.  That and Hailey kicks ass for getting me Dale Jr. Chocolate.  Oh yeah, I gotta post those pics, huh?  And Cindy even got me a Budweiser metal sign last Oct. for my Bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyways, i collect the scaled cars.  I'm still missing the 1:18 2002 MLB Dale Jr car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hrm.  I'd like to get one sooner or later, but I keep putting it off.  BUT... I have been collecting his Budweiser car from 1999-2005 (except for 2001, when they didn't make one in 1:18 scale).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They usually put out several cars in 1:18 scale... beginning with his Daytona 500 "Born-On-Date" cars, followed by the normal Red Budweiser cars.  But, it's already May, for all practical purposes, and NOWHERE can any 2006 Dale Jr's are found.  Sure, there's always more 1:24 scale than 1:18... but not even a one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight, somehow, there WILL be a 1:18 scale Dale Jr car, and it will be in this weekend's Talladega paint scheme where his car will be black and be a tribute to Dale Sr's, since he's getting inducted to the Hall of Fame.  And sure enough, I found a place that will sell it.  Muhahahahhahaa!  Happiness.  Simple pleasures.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114629563887046642?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114629563887046642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114629563887046642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114629563887046642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114629563887046642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/scaled-down-wheels-keep-on-turning.html' title='Scaled down wheels keep on turning'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114629514384689819</id><published>2006-04-29T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:19:03.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tonight, after work, went and did a lil gift shopping for two of my friends at work.  One is turning 30, and the other is turning 25.  Sometimes, it's easy to get stuff for people, even when it's not expected of you.  Othertimes, it's like... oh shit... what do they like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me?  Ha ha, it's simple.  You can never really go wrong with Dale Jr. stuff.  And, if you know which particular Sideshow Collectibl Premium Format I'm staring at... well... ditto.  Though, that would be more of a self-gift than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, so I had asked one's gf what he had as far as DVDs, and go figure... he didn't have Officespace.  That's a no-no in our line of work.  But, he DOES love the movie, so... ha ha, shopping made easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The other?  She loves her car.  well, she drives a red mustang, hard-top.  Did I say she loves her car?  So... lo and behold... i got her a 1/18 scale of her car.  all red.  all mustang.  didn't know if she'd like it or not, but, i'm guessing from her reaction it was well received.  Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So at the party, ribs were served.  Among other foods, but the ribs were the showcase.  Jake's recipe.  I'll be honest.  It's not so much that I'm not a ribs person, per se.  It's just that... i never really have eaten ribs before.  go figure.  Usually, if i order, it'd be for sirloin.  forget the t-bone.  extra weight, and it's just bone.  ribs?  little meat, too much effort.  So... tonight, i had my ribs cherry popped.  And ya know, if there was a way to do it, Jake's recipe was pretty darn good.  can't say that other than, well, ya have to try them yourself.  then you'd know.  all else, they were smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also saw Big Ern first time since he'd left for his new job 5 hrs drive away.  Also saw H, who's back for a lil bit from abroad.  She said she's gonna be back home again for good, so that's cool.  :)  nothing like having a crown-and-coke partner, right?  Well, then again, if there's anyone for me to 'blame' for getting me started on it, it WOULD be H anyways.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114629514384689819?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114629514384689819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114629514384689819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114629514384689819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114629514384689819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/birthday-friday.html' title='birthday friday'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114629464419282581</id><published>2006-04-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:10:44.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i remember her smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today, as i drove to work, i checked my voicemail since i had missed one of Mom's calls, and i got the voicemail message shortly afterwards.  When I checked it, I was expecting her to mention something like, on the way home, to buy something, or some other thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i didn't expect to hear that one of our family friends had passed away overnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember Tita Lumen ever since I was 5 or 6.  She'd always have a smile.  I never really said much to her husband, but I knew the kids well.  Sabrina was always there talking to Patrick, and her younger brother Shawn was... well, always around too.  And Tita Lumen always had this smile on her face.  That is how I remember her. now.  tonight.  In a few hours will be her service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't even remember that the last time i saw her, she wore a headcover for her chemo treatments.  No.  I remember her smile.  I remember at the church dances, grabbing her hand and asking her to dance with me.  I remember helping her serve food at Galveston during some of the Santo Nino with the other ladies.  I remember her smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rest in peace, Tita Lumen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You and your smile shone like a bright light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114629464419282581?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114629464419282581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114629464419282581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114629464419282581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114629464419282581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-remember-her-smile.html' title='i remember her smile'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114568576807950029</id><published>2006-04-21T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:02:48.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not-so-trivial trivial things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=trivial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trivial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of little significance or value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ordinary; commonplace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source: dictionary.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i'm not unique in this. but aside from being easily amused, my memory does not let me forget certain things. certain not-so-trivial, yet...trivial things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trivial by definition that it may seem ordinary...commonplace... but, for what it's worth, that could be enough to brighten a day, or if it was already bright,...then even brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was yet another example.&lt;br /&gt;had one of those moments, and i was given a smile that brightened my day more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114568576807950029?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114568576807950029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114568576807950029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114568576807950029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114568576807950029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/not-so-trivial-trivial-things.html' title='not-so-trivial trivial things'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114558996199266988</id><published>2006-04-20T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:26:02.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post-vacation catch-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, so, last week, i was out on vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rarely happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's always fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have some relatives here for a few weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last week, we all went to florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saturday, we drove all day and arrived early morning sunday in florida.  it was pouring hard from tallahasee to outside of orlando.  i'd called a few friends and erin picked up and she said it was a slow, slow moving thunderstorm and it encompassed the area we had to drive through.  ah, press on, press on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sunday, we woke up and went to church for palm sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after that, we went to Universal Studios Orlando.  We paid a visit to the Hard Rock Cafe (like my family always does), and then checked out the studios.  Twister was a cool stop, as was Revenge of the Mummy.  While the older fam rode after us in the Mummy, the cousins and I chilled.  I ended up listening to the Blues Brothers that they had there.  Pretty cool.  We kept on going through the park, through Jaws, Terminator, and the other stops.  Fun day!  At the end, as we were going out, I listened to this local band called Breaking Ground.  They sounded really cool, and after their show, they stopped by and took pictures with me.  They're gonna be great!  I added them to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bum22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monday, we went to EPCOT.  while the fam looked through Innoventions, I walked the park and got some Fast Passes so we could get into the attractions quicker.  SOARIN was already booked, but i got some at Mission: Space and Test Track.  Afterwards, I got pics with Mickey, Minnie, Pluto, Donald, Goofy, and Chip &amp; Dale.  After pics, I met up with the fam again and we went to the Mission: Space ride.  it's basically a centrifuge.  It was cool, but my mom, uncle, and a cousin got woozy and didn't feel all that great for a bit.  apparently, a 45 yr old german lady felt ill too.  news said she died of a stroke the next day.  we walked around the park, saw more of the attractions like Honey I shrunk the audience, etc, and then walked around the countries of the world.  Finally, we saw cool fireworks as the park was closing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tuesday, magic kingdom.  rode a good number of rides, and the weather behaved too.  lotsa pictures and video.  space mountain, thunder mountain, splash mountain, saw several of the disney characters.... so much fun.  The Pirates of the Caribbean ride, as well as the Jungle Cruise, seemed to have changed a bit.  POTC was a bit shorter in duration from what i recall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the night, more fireworks, care of Walt Disney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wednesday... went to one of my versions of mecca...  the daytona speedway.  git 'r done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yep, saw the speedway!!!!  SO frickin awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thursday, drive home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good friday, church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;easter saturday, not much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;easter sunday, went to church, saw relatives in houston.  they're really friendly and so much fun!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)  If i ever get married, Disney World is a definite favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114558996199266988?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114558996199266988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114558996199266988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114558996199266988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114558996199266988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/post-vacation-catch-up.html' title='post-vacation catch-up'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114558891576281962</id><published>2006-04-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:08:35.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crushin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, not the orange drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crushin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as in, over someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, considering it's me, yeah, its possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but this time, i'm trying not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not so much that it's not right or anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's just that, it's more of wishful thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think the person looks attractive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;witty, funny, and as a given, smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but, i have a track record for crushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;0 for whatever.  ha ha.  makes it easy for counting percentages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that and, i just... well, let's just leave this as wishful dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makes the days go by faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makes me have this smile inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm crushin' over someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm crushin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114558891576281962?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114558891576281962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114558891576281962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114558891576281962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114558891576281962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/crushin.html' title='crushin'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114516873728007470</id><published>2006-04-15T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:25:37.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>future fiancee will kill me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to those who are to be wed, and from those who've walked the line already, i've got to be curious to find out if and when i ever get to where some woman is crazy enough to think i'm marriage material... if some of the stuff i'd put on the registry will make her kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;granted, i've already got a good current video game system right now...what if i snuck in some Dale Jr. memorabilia like ... i dunno... race-used tire and track with matching photo, that i'd try to get autographed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean, would that be grounds for her to go "WTF were you thinking?  we coulda gotten towels!!!"  Note to self... find a Dale Jr fanatic...and make sure she's for keeps.  Like hell if i ever get rid of my Dale Jr stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or even... say...what if i asked for a life-sized statue of Darth Maul? Jim said they existed, and he actually showed me some on eBay.  "WTF were you thinking?  we coulda gotten a full dining set!"  Note to self... check to see how she feels about Star Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh, just a thought.  ha ha.  if i got a big and nice enough engagement ring, maybe she wouldn't care.  LOL  j/k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;either way, i know if i added those two, and maybe even the most current cool video game system, she'd prolly kill me, whomever she would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114516873728007470?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114516873728007470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114516873728007470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114516873728007470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114516873728007470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/future-fiancee-will-kill-me.html' title='future fiancee will kill me'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114516869847165935</id><published>2006-04-15T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:24:58.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>know when to say when</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once upon a time, like... i think it was like a year or more ago... a family friend was more than happy to set me up with someone.  well, ok, so there are a good deal number of these folks, but one actually came through.  True story here, folks, so gather round.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, she says, "hey, there's this cute single filipina, currently going for her residency in Atlanta.  She's Catholic, pretty, and looking for a devout Catholic flip (ok, so i say flip, she used the more proper term).  Would it be ok if I introduced her to you and vice versa via email?"&lt;br /&gt;What did i have to lose?  Shrugging, i said, ok.  Not thinking much of it, she actually did.  A week or so later, she emails both the doctor and i and says, Bum, this is so and so, yadda yadda yadda, and then says so-and-so, this is Bum, he is yadda dabba doo and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i never really know what to say to start things off.  unless it's someone i already know as a friend.  feels more natural that way i guess.  anyway, a week after that, the doc emails me, says hi, etc etc.  in the meantime, the family friend shows me the doc's pic and i'm like, huh, she's cute.  anyway, the doc asks me how devout i am, etc etc, and i explain a lil bit about my faith and all that...and also ask a few questions here and there.  Ah, the Dating Game...online edition.  so she responds back to my reply, asks if i went to church that weekend, and i'm thinking, huh, she's serious.  which is cool.  so i told her yeah, and answered whatever else she asked, and shot back a few of my own, and...for those who know me, i was actually behaving. not sarcastic or playful.  her 3rd email, she gives me a link to her catholicsingles.com thing.  i'm like, ok.  so i go, and i'm like, hey, i'd seen this person before.  small world.  so i replied back, yeah, saw ya before and all that.  here's my link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;br /&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;br /&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 weeks passed.  no response.  ha ha.  another one bites the dust.  so, me being me, i send a note saying hey, how's life, asking about the weather in GA, etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;br /&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;br /&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, i may be slow, but i'm not a dumbass...well, ok, so i am, but still...you get the point here.  i'm not the Doc's type, and that's cool.  except, i dunno if i wasn't holy enough, or whatever else.  it's usually the whatever else, but it sucks never knowing.  anyways, why is this thing called know when to say when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the family friend emailed today.  pretty adamant about reaching me.  she said the Doc was gonna be in town visiting for Easter and she wanted me to come over and say hi to the Doc.  Um... this is the same Doc who never returned emails after a certain point.  i'm trying to think of a nice way to tell her "the Doc's not interested. dunno why, but she just isn't...but i DO have a few single friends she might be interested in".  ah, i knew when to say when, but yo, the chic's not interested, give her a rest!  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in other news, i finally finished my frickin' term paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114516869847165935?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114516869847165935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114516869847165935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114516869847165935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114516869847165935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/know-when-to-say-when.html' title='know when to say when'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114503372193999322</id><published>2006-04-14T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:14:45.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stairway to heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/stairs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/stairs2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/stairs.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/stairs.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this could be heaven or this could be hell..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, life has a direction, i guess. even nowhere is somewhere, sometimes anywhere but here, and sometimes, it's where it's at 24/7 til you take a step. two steps back to go 10 steps forward is not a bad trade-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story short, i took this pic last year in new orleans. you could be on your way up, looking back down where you were, or you're going down. either way, choice is always yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114503372193999322?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114503372193999322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114503372193999322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114503372193999322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114503372193999322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='stairway to heaven'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114421291705081515</id><published>2006-04-04T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:55:17.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daydreamin of vinyl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i'm sittin here, reading up on Ghost Recon for the Xbox 360... procrastinating putting it in and playing... listening to Willie Nelson on my myspace in another window, and ha ha ha, i'm distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for some reason, i'm now imaginin' i'm on some front porch in front of a house with the same facade as the Macaroni Grill that was at Bay Area... ha ha, really.  it's in detail in my mind, with that nice gentle and constant breeze blowin' by, rockin' chair right behind, and the sun is out.  blue skies, shining down, and then this song starts playing.  no, not like a cd and not from the myspace page... but from an old vinyl record... you know, with that distinct cracklin' sound, except it's Willie Nelson singing it... this song, You Don't Know Me.  and in the imagination, there's this girl.  I dunno who she is, she reminds me of my dreamgirl, and... we dance.  we just dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lame.  i know.  I should just go and play Ghost Recon now.  but for a few, for a brief few, i was somewhere else and had more fun.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Willie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114421291705081515?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114421291705081515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114421291705081515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114421291705081515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114421291705081515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/daydreamin-of-vinyl.html' title='daydreamin of vinyl'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114412001585107433</id><published>2006-04-03T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:06:55.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Playing on MySpace - 4/3/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn, fine song.  Good to dance to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That and, well... it's Willie Nelson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Don't Know Me&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Willie Nelson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;and then you say hello&lt;br /&gt;and I can hardly speak&lt;br /&gt;my heart is beating so&lt;br /&gt;and anyone can tell&lt;br /&gt;you think you know me well&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't know the one&lt;br /&gt;who dreams of you each night&lt;br /&gt;and longs to kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;and longs to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;to you I am just a friend&lt;br /&gt;that's all I've ever been&lt;br /&gt;no you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never knew&lt;br /&gt;the art of making love&lt;br /&gt;though my heart aches with love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afraid and shy I let my chance goes by&lt;br /&gt;the chance that you might love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;and then you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never ever know&lt;br /&gt;the one who loved you so&lt;br /&gt;no, you don't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114412001585107433?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114412001585107433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114412001585107433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114412001585107433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114412001585107433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-playing-on-myspace-4306.html' title='Now Playing on MySpace - 4/3/06'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114404612943879997</id><published>2006-04-02T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:35:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in another life</title><content type='html'>if by some chance,&lt;br /&gt;i could change one thing, prolly just one since yer not supposed to be really picky and all that, and if nothing else changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd prolly wanna be a bit taller.&lt;br /&gt;prolly 5'10 or 6'1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;once in a while, i'm a firm believer in if you wish for somethin' enough, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.  so, dear laws of nature... fuck you.  I'm getting this wish in the next lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114404612943879997?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114404612943879997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114404612943879997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114404612943879997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114404612943879997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-another-life.html' title='in another life'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114403131982502209</id><published>2006-04-02T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:36:54.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BumSpace - 0004 - A Shared Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/BumSpace-0004-ASharedMoment.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/BumSpace-0004-ASharedMoment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was before I met KC... that much was for certain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had this other good friend. She had a bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She broke up with her bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She got another bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She broke up with that bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then, she started throwing out a chic's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It didn't hit til the third time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our friends said, you should tell him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But to me, no matter. I already knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, when she finally decided to 'tell me', it was towards the end of the spring semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't care, especially since I had several finals that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But no... we chatted. She wanted to tell me, and then I cut her off and said I knew. She asked how, and I said, dude, i may be slow at times, but i'm not stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And she was still a little surprised that I knew without anyone telling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're still friends. We still keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But damn. just when it was my turn to bat, maybe... the game was over. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114403131982502209?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114403131982502209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114403131982502209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403131982502209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403131982502209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/bumspace-0004-shared-moment.html' title='BumSpace - 0004 - A Shared Moment'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114403101170868705</id><published>2006-04-02T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:36:33.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BumSpace - 0003 - Ring Dunking pt3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/BumSpace-0003-RingDunk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/BumSpace-0003-RingDunk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 1997&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114403101170868705?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114403101170868705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114403101170868705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403101170868705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403101170868705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/bumspace-0003-ring-dunking-pt3.html' title='BumSpace - 0003 - Ring Dunking pt3'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114403097288326652</id><published>2006-04-02T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:36:40.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BumSpace - 0002 - Ring Dunking pt2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/BumSpace-0002-RingDunk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/BumSpace-0002-RingDunk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 1997&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114403097288326652?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114403097288326652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114403097288326652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403097288326652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403097288326652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/bumspace-0002-ring-dunking-pt2.html' title='BumSpace - 0002 - Ring Dunking pt2'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114403092577269658</id><published>2006-04-02T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:32:35.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BumSpace - 0001 - Ring Dunking pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/BumSpace-0001-RingDunk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/BumSpace-0001-RingDunk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November, 1997&lt;br /&gt;Ring Dunking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an aggie tradition.&lt;br /&gt;You have your aggie ring.&lt;br /&gt;You dunk it in a pitcher (full of alcohol).&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your graduation year, you have that number of seconds to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am class of 1999.  I had 99 seconds to finish a pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;At the time, I didn't drink much at all of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;To me, it was either Jack Daniels, wine, or beer&lt;br /&gt;And those all smelled and tasted a specific way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Galveston to see my friends Jeff and Rob dunk their ring.&lt;br /&gt;I was standing there quiet, congratulating them when they finished.&lt;br /&gt;Rob and Jeff partied a good deal, mind you, and yet Rob, I think, took longer than 99 seconds.  That was enough to tell me, not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC saw me, yelled to the entire pub that I hadn't dunked my ring yet, and so I was gonna have to dunk my ring all by myself.  Great.  So, I gave her my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me Hornsby's cider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114403092577269658?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114403092577269658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114403092577269658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403092577269658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403092577269658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/bumspace-0001-ring-dunking-pt1.html' title='BumSpace - 0001 - Ring Dunking pt1'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114403086647209869</id><published>2006-04-02T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:21:06.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BumSpace</title><content type='html'>A picture paints a thousand words... &lt;br /&gt;Some are spoken. &lt;br /&gt;Some are restrained. &lt;br /&gt;Some are implied. &lt;br /&gt;Some...some, you just form your own little story of the given moment...all depends on the point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a new thing, called "BumSpace".&lt;br /&gt;Snippets of moments in my life.  Some of it, at the time, and...yet... still now,&lt;br /&gt;I am left asking,&lt;br /&gt;"What the Fuck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more often than not, I laugh at it anyway just because, what are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can only happen in my world.&lt;br /&gt;This can only happen ... in BumSpace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114403086647209869?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114403086647209869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114403086647209869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403086647209869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403086647209869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/bumspace.html' title='BumSpace'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114402502219139250</id><published>2006-04-02T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:43:42.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rules of EPO Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first rule of EPO Club is, you do not talk about EPO Club.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The second rule of EPO Club is, you do NOT talk about EPO Club.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If someone is EPO, you don't let them know they are EPO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can be surrounded by more than EPO.  If so, RUN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You TOO can be an EPO.  So be mindful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EPO can frustrate, but don't let them get to you.  -They- are EPO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EPO can upgrade to APO. (annoying purposes only)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If confronted by APO, use the buddy system.  Call a friend to bail you out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You do NOT let EPO know they are EPO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114402502219139250?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114402502219139250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114402502219139250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114402502219139250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114402502219139250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/rules-of-epo-club.html' title='The Rules of EPO Club'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114379598519577057</id><published>2006-03-31T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:06:26.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to thine own self be true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink Tiger mentioned a girl at open mic night who had this tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.  Might have to attend open mic night one of these nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the meantime, being true to one's self should seem easy enough, except, it's not.  Pretty sad when you lie to your own self, but even worse cuz you let yourself.  Me? Right now?  I'm pretty honest with myself, and that's very liveable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work has been work this week, and for the most part, it's had its share of EPOs for everyone, but i guess there'd been enough buffer of humor or what not that you can't help but just say ha ha ha, fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lightsaber project was sorta put on hold this week.  I'm going to start it up again this weekend.  I basically know what must be done, but now it's just a matter of implementing and getting it over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got some other friends who'll help me make a cloak, robes, and whatever else.  I swear, this year is going to be frickin awesome, and it's already 25% complete.  Scary, right?  ha ha.  so true though.  It's a great year in the making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darth Maul's lightsaber should be shipping out sometime this week.  I have to call Bob and find out when to expect the darn thing.  ah, can't wait. Simple pleasures.  Erin was pretty reassuring during one of our tests at work.  As geeked and nerded out as I can be, she said it's cool cuz she still likes me.  And if she can think it, anyone can.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had yet another midterm this week. No idea how i did til next week, and though i answered all the questions, i know i f'd up the second one.  Here's to bonus points and partial credit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got some news this week that I did not expect for a little bit.  For those who know, don't comment about it.  ;)  Let me keep my secrecy a little bit longer.  For those who don't know, it's nothing special.  Just expecting some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BumPod has come a long way.  I've finally figured out the DVD to iPod process.  BumPod currently has his contingent of music, music videos, video clips, and podcasts... but now, BumPod also has:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Matrix, Matrix Reloaded, Matrix Revolutions, Star Wars Eps. I, II, and III, and The Incredibles.  Yep.  so far, seven feature length movies.  Ah, BumPod just kicks all ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not much else to report. I've got some family coming up next week, so I'm already anticipating their arrival.  Gonna be a busy weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 3am, and yet i'm not lonely.  I'm not really tired either, but out of habit, i'll go on to sleep.  Had meetings today, and i think they went well.  Tomorrow (Friday), we shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh...forgot to add.  Got two of my Star Wars autographs, and also from last week, after visiting the Darth parents and Kerry, I got an Xmas present from the Darths, which i didn't get last time... an autographed pic from the creator of Master Yoda.  How cool is that???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, gonna call it a Thursday.  Ninight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114379598519577057?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114379598519577057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114379598519577057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114379598519577057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114379598519577057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-thine-own-self-be-true.html' title='to thine own self be true'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03386448308871409325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>