<?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-34715772</id><updated>2012-02-10T23:37:05.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dirty Schnee</title><subtitle type='html'>Life on a mountain....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-1414414527452419241</id><published>2009-12-10T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:38:19.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind</title><content type='html'>I fly silent through the day and night&lt;br /&gt;I chill the bones of living things&lt;br /&gt;The trees dance when I'm around&lt;br /&gt;I make the snow swirl around&lt;br /&gt;The grass bows before me&lt;br /&gt;I'm the terror to the people Yet I help their recreation&lt;br /&gt;The birds struggle against me&lt;br /&gt;I seem to disappear But I'm still there, my presence is invisible&lt;br /&gt;I confuse the trash and liter, I make them dance&lt;br /&gt;I am the Wind&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;           Feared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Josiah Imes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-1414414527452419241?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/1414414527452419241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=1414414527452419241' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/1414414527452419241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/1414414527452419241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2009/12/wind.html' title='The Wind'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-1053129749861716735</id><published>2008-10-02T12:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:23:20.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your desire?</title><content type='html'>Before you answer, let me share something that I can accross in my bible study this morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James 1:14 - "But each on is tempted when he is drawn away by his own desires and enticed"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that scripture as I was passing through the book of James and got stuck on this verse. "...&lt;em&gt;tempted when he is drawn away&lt;/em&gt;..." The thought of what is drawing me? What are my desires that draw me? Should I let them draw me? Answering that, I have to refer to another book that I'm reading, it reminds me that I shouldn't &lt;em&gt;follow&lt;/em&gt; my heart, but that I should &lt;em&gt;lead it&lt;/em&gt;. Lead it how? Lead it by filling it with what God says to fill it w/...His word. I was struck w/ the realization that if I keep MY desires, I could sin. I need to change or exchange MY desires for GOD'S desires. My desires are of the flesh and my flesh wages war against my spirit. My spirit is lead by God's word, but if I'm not careful, I could be lead away from Gods best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that it's possible to exchange my desires for Gods because it say in Romans 13:14 - "that I am to put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to fulfill it's lusts." So if I put on Jesus, His desires take over, easier said than done. Let's take smoking for example, an analogy that we at some point we can all relate to. If I were to start up smoking, my body would fight it for all it's worth. I would cough, spit &amp;amp; sputter every time I took a drag, but after awhile, my body would come to accept the smoke and make way to function with it, even to the point of &lt;em&gt;desiring&lt;/em&gt; it. We need to do the same w/ God's word. We need to force a change of desire in our life, we need to LEAD our heart and not let it lead us. Jeremiah says "that the heart is more deceitful than all else" it will pursue what &lt;em&gt;feels&lt;/em&gt; right. Be careful with your heart and the desires you're feeding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-1053129749861716735?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/1053129749861716735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=1053129749861716735' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/1053129749861716735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/1053129749861716735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-your-desire.html' title='What is your desire?'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-3754543587836482282</id><published>2008-09-04T07:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:08:41.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="168"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lost4815162342.com/flash/countdown.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.lost4815162342.com/flash/countdown.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="168" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-3754543587836482282?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/3754543587836482282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=3754543587836482282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/3754543587836482282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/3754543587836482282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/09/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-5409148122034066931</id><published>2008-08-12T11:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:16:40.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing Olympics</title><content type='html'>I read an interesting article about the opening ceremonies of the 2008 Summer Olympics......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEIJING, China (CNN) -- A little girl and her song captivated millions of viewers during the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics. But what they saw was not what they heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games organizers confirm that Lin Miaoke, who performed "Ode to the Motherland" as China's flag was paraded Friday into Beijing's National Stadium, was not singing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Lin was lip-syncing to the sound of another girl, 7-year-old Yang Peiyi, who was heard but not seen, apparently because she was deemed not cute enough.&lt;br /&gt;"The reason was for the national interest," said Chen Qigang, the ceremony's musical director, in a state radio interview. "The child on camera should be flawless in image, internal feeling and expression. ... Lin Miaoke is excellent in those aspects."&lt;br /&gt;The decision was made at the highest levels, Chen said.&lt;br /&gt;"We had to do it," he said. "We'd been through several inspections. They're all very strict. When we rehearsed at the spot, there were several spectators from various divisions, especially leaders from the Politburo, who gave the opinion it must change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few who watched the &lt;a class="cnnInlineTopic" href="http://topics.cnn.com/topics/Olympic_Games" _extended="true"&gt;Olympic&lt;/a&gt; ceremony realized the deception. "Tiny singer wins heart of nation," read the headline in Tuesday's China Daily newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;"Lin Miaoke might be only 9 years old but she is well on her way to becoming a star, thanks to her heartwarming performance," the article gushed -- without mentioning she never sang a note.&lt;br /&gt;But as word has gotten out on the Internet, some &lt;a class="cnnInlineTopic" href="http://topics.cnn.com/topics/China" _extended="true"&gt;Chinese&lt;/a&gt; bloggers are outraged.&lt;br /&gt;"If you're not good-looking, no matter how well you sing, you'll not be onstage. Do you know you're twisting a whole generation?" read one comment.&lt;br /&gt;Another said, "If foreigners found out, they'd think we can't even find a girl who is good at both."&lt;br /&gt;As for Yang Peiyi, she's been quoted as saying she was honored to have had a role in the opening ceremony, even though few realized just how big her part really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO:&lt;br /&gt;Beijing enhanced Olympics show with faked 'fireworks' -  &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/08/12/fake.fireworks.ap/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/08/12/fake.fireworks.ap/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-5409148122034066931?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/08/12/oly.kids/index.html' title='Beijing Olympics'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/5409148122034066931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=5409148122034066931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/5409148122034066931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/5409148122034066931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-olympics.html' title='Beijing Olympics'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-5472843520156807565</id><published>2008-07-07T12:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:18:34.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Aniversary</title><content type='html'>A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in their bed. She puts on her robe and downstairs to look for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him. He appears deep in thought, just staring at the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's the matter, dear?' she whispers as she steps into the room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why are you down here at this time of night?'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband looks up, 'Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating,  and you were only 16?' he asks solemnly. The wife is touched to tears thinking that her husband is so caring and sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I do' she replies. The husband pauses. The words are not coming easily.&lt;br /&gt;'Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car making love?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I remember' says the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband continues.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you remember when he shoved a shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I will send you to jail for 20 years?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I remember that too' she replies softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wipes another tear from his cheek and says...'I would have gotten out today.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-5472843520156807565?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/5472843520156807565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=5472843520156807565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/5472843520156807565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/5472843520156807565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-aniversary.html' title='Happy Aniversary'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-8276469727903404487</id><published>2008-06-18T10:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:55:59.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Gore is my hero....NOT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Energy Guzzled by Al Gore’s Home in Past Year Could Power 232 U.S. Homes for a Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gore’s personal electricity consumption up 10%, despite “energy-efficient” home renovations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NASHVILLE&lt;/strong&gt; - In the year since Al Gore took steps to make his home more energy-efficient, the former Vice President’s home energy use surged more than 10%, according to the Tennessee Center for Policy Research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A man’s commitment to his beliefs is best measured by what he does behind the closed doors of his own home,” said Drew Johnson, President of the Tennessee Center for Policy Research. “Al Gore is a hypocrite and a fraud when it comes to his commitment to the environment, judging by his home energy consumption.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year, Gore’s home burned through 213,210 kilowatt-hours (kWh) of electricity, enough to power 232 average American households for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February 2007, An Inconvenient Truth, a film based on a climate change speech developed by Gore, won an Academy Award for best documentary feature. The next day, the Tennessee Center for Policy Research uncovered that Gore’s Nashville home guzzled 20 times more electricity than the average American household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Tennessee Center for Policy Research exposed Gore’s massive home energy use, the former Vice President scurried to make his home more energy-efficient. Despite adding solar panels, installing a geothermal system, replacing existing light bulbs with more efficient models, and overhauling the home’s windows and ductwork, Gore now consumes more electricity than before the “green” overhaul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since taking steps to make his home more environmentally-friendly last June, Gore devours an average of 17,768 kWh per month –1,638 kWh more energy per month than before the renovations – at a cost of $16,533. By comparison, the average American household consumes 11,040 kWh in an entire year, according to the Energy Information Administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of becoming the most well-known global warming alarmist, Gore won an Oscar, a Grammy and the Nobel Peace Prize. In addition, Gore saw his personal wealth increase by an estimated $100 million thanks largely to speaking fees and investments related to global warming hysteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Actions speak louder than words, and Gore’s actions prove that he views climate change not as a serious problem, but as a money-making opportunity,” Johnson said. “Gore is exploiting the public’s concern about the environment to line his pockets and enhance his profile.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tennessee Center for Policy Research, a Nashville-based free market think tank and watchdog organization, obtained information about Gore’s home energy use through a public records request to the Nashville Electric Service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-8276469727903404487?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tennesseepolicy.org/main/article.php?article_id=764' title='Al Gore is my hero....NOT!!!'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://tennesseepolicy.org/main/article.php?article_id=764' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/8276469727903404487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=8276469727903404487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/8276469727903404487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/8276469727903404487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/06/al-gore-is-my-heronot.html' title='Al Gore is my hero....NOT!!!'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-724797343983281407</id><published>2008-06-17T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:38:03.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is going to get stuck in your head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q3yC1h1Nafo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q3yC1h1Nafo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-724797343983281407?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/724797343983281407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=724797343983281407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/724797343983281407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/724797343983281407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-going-to-get-stuck-in-your-head.html' title='This is going to get stuck in your head...'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-496690750333074552</id><published>2008-06-11T09:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:57:09.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone......I could leave home without one</title><content type='html'>Interesting article about the NEW 3G iPhone due to be released July '08. You may have to read it to get the full view, but some points I would like to point out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Click on the title of this post above.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1) AT&amp;amp;T is raising its minimum monthly service subscription for the new iPhone from $60 to $70 per month, according to the Associated Press.&lt;br /&gt;That's an extra $240 over the lifetime of the two-year contract — more than the $200 initial savings on the handheld's retail price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) you're instructed to go to a brick-and-mortar Apple Store — where dollars to doughnuts you'll be forced to sign your name on a two-year AT&amp;amp;T service contract, just as you would in an AT&amp;amp;T retail store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) ...mainstream cellular carriers discovered long ago, Americans aren't as willing to part with their money upfront as foreigners are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) So Apple and AT&amp;amp;T were forced to fall back on what Americans really want — buy now, pay later. &lt;strong&gt;In a way, that $200 you save on the new iPhone is really a loan you'll be paying back to AT&amp;amp;T at 10 percent yearly interest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) But the price cut squarely targets the main market — the millions of Americans who will see the new upfront cost, think "half off" and run out to buy the things all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're going to have to read it to better understand.....I just wanted to inform the few that read this, to do the math before yo ubuy anything.....That's my my Consumer Report warning for the day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,365347,00.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-496690750333074552?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,365347,00.html' title='iPhone......I could leave home without one'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/496690750333074552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=496690750333074552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/496690750333074552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/496690750333074552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/06/iphonei-could-leave-home-without-one.html' title='iPhone......I could leave home without one'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-4551911014997130451</id><published>2008-06-06T11:48:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:29:48.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTRA EXTRA - Read all about it!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/SEl7myCBeVI/AAAAAAAAACg/fSLF6zo2nvk/s1600-h/Telephone+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208830350226192722" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/SEl8XSwe3NI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pKdfmXy572M/s320/Construction+4.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/34715772-4551911014997130451?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/4551911014997130451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=4551911014997130451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/4551911014997130451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/4551911014997130451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/06/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='EXTRA EXTRA - Read all about it!!!!'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/SEl7myCBeVI/AAAAAAAAACg/fSLF6zo2nvk/s72-c/Telephone+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-7256747547322885202</id><published>2008-03-19T15:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:38:33.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wc8mHUa5zFE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wc8mHUa5zFE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-7256747547322885202?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/7256747547322885202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=7256747547322885202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/7256747547322885202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/7256747547322885202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-humor.html' title='Man humor'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-2322395792941156152</id><published>2008-03-04T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:38:32.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to go shopping????</title><content type='html'>A store that sells new husbands has opened in New York City, where a woman&lt;br /&gt;may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a&lt;br /&gt;description of how the store operates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of&lt;br /&gt;the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights.&lt;br /&gt;The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go&lt;br /&gt;up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the&lt;br /&gt;building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor&lt;br /&gt;the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's nice," she thinks, "but I want more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men&lt;br /&gt;Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads: Floor 4 - These men Have&lt;br /&gt;Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads: Floor 5 - These men&lt;br /&gt;Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have&lt;br /&gt;a Strong Romantic Streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign&lt;br /&gt;reads: Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men&lt;br /&gt;on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible&lt;br /&gt;to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** PLEASE NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a New Wives store&lt;br /&gt;just across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first floor has wives that love sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor has wives that love sex and have money and like beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-2322395792941156152?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/2322395792941156152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=2322395792941156152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/2322395792941156152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/2322395792941156152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-to-go-shopping.html' title='Time to go shopping????'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-1699748363205329533</id><published>2008-01-23T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T06:21:37.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Rules</title><content type='html'>The Man Rules­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­: &lt;br /&gt;At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down and give the guys' side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side:    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    **** These are our rules!&lt;br /&gt;Please note.. these are all numbered "1" &lt;br /&gt;ON PURPOSE! ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are NOT mind readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. &lt;br /&gt;We need it up, you need it down.&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunday sports It's like the full moon &lt;br /&gt;or the changing of the tides.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport. &lt;br /&gt;And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want. &lt;br /&gt;Let us be clear on this one: &lt;br /&gt;Subtle hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Obvious hints do not work! &lt;br /&gt;Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. &lt;br /&gt;Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. &lt;br /&gt;In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. &lt;br /&gt;Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the !   other one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something &lt;br /&gt;Or tell us how you want it done. &lt;br /&gt;Not both.&lt;br /&gt;If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.&lt;br /&gt;Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched.We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong. &lt;br /&gt;We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... Really . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask! us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics! as base ball&lt;br /&gt;or golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape.  Round IS a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-1699748363205329533?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/1699748363205329533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=1699748363205329533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/1699748363205329533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/1699748363205329533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/01/man-rules.html' title='The Man Rules'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-2235226353675334002</id><published>2008-01-10T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:29:48.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WalMart for you?</title><content type='html'>Walmart Employee: "Hello 'dis Walmarts, how can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: " I would like to order a cake for a going away party this week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walmart Employee: "What you want on the cake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Best Wishes Suzanne" and underneath that "We will miss you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walmart Employee: "Dat all? Okay, Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/R4avvhGZtWI/AAAAAAAAACI/SOz9LrFVQY8/s1600-h/Walmart+cake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/R4avvhGZtWI/AAAAAAAAACI/SOz9LrFVQY8/s400/Walmart+cake.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154000054446044514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-2235226353675334002?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/2235226353675334002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=2235226353675334002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/2235226353675334002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/2235226353675334002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-walmart-for-you.html' title='I WalMart for you?'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/R4avvhGZtWI/AAAAAAAAACI/SOz9LrFVQY8/s72-c/Walmart+cake.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-2684829113621808099</id><published>2008-01-03T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T15:51:33.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>867-5309</title><content type='html'>(217) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(262) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(303) 867-5309: Not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(309) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(310) 867-5309: Temporarily not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(312) 867-5309: "...867-5309 is being checked for trouble." ???&lt;br /&gt;(313) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(401) 867-5309: GEM plumbers.&lt;br /&gt;(403) 867-5309: Fast busy signal.&lt;br /&gt;(412) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(413) 867-5309: Call could not be completed as dialed.&lt;br /&gt;(414) 867-5309: Not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(415) 867-5309: Some guy named Kevin who hangs up when you ask for Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;(416) 867-5309: No answer.&lt;br /&gt;(434) 867-5309: Cannot be completed as dialed. &lt;br /&gt;(440) 867-5309: Not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(502) 867-5309: Busy for well over a day.&lt;br /&gt;(503) 867-5309: Busy signal.&lt;br /&gt;(505) 867-5309: No answer.&lt;br /&gt;(508) 867-5309: Waited 11 rings. No answer, no voice mail. Hung up.&lt;br /&gt;(514) 867-5309: French out-of-service message. &lt;br /&gt;(519) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(520) 867-5309: Chris's voicemail.&lt;br /&gt;(541) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(573) 867-5309: Call could not be completed as dialed.&lt;br /&gt;(608) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(612) 867-5309: A cell phone that forwards you to another cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;(613) 867-5309: !!! Jamie, whose voicemail plays Tommy Tutone's song in it! I love this guy.&lt;br /&gt;(617) 867-5309: The same plumbing company as area code 401.&lt;br /&gt;(618) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(619) 867-5309: Temporarily not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(630) 867-5309: Rang once, two beeps, then a busy signal.&lt;br /&gt;(701) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(702) 867-5309: "The area code has changed to 775." &lt;br /&gt;(703) 867-5309: Temporarily not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(719) 867-5309: Voicemail for Larry Young, Probation Officer.&lt;br /&gt;(720) 867-5309: Not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(724) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(763) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(765) 867-5309: Not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(770) 867-5309: No answer.&lt;br /&gt;(773) 867-5309: Extension not recognized.&lt;br /&gt;(775) 867-5309: Not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(800) 867-5309: Rang and rang. No answer.&lt;br /&gt;(802) 867-5309: Not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(803) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(808) 867-5309: Cannot be completed as dialed. &lt;br /&gt;(815) 867-5309: Not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(817) 867-5309: Not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(843) 867-5309: Call could not be completed as dialed.&lt;br /&gt;(847) 867-5309: Some guy's voicemail.&lt;br /&gt;(850) 867-5309: Voicemail - some girl named Carrie, Kerri, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;(858) 867-5309: Fast busy signal.&lt;br /&gt;(864) 867-5309: Call could not be completed as dialed.&lt;br /&gt;(877) 867-5309: Some chick answered. No confirmation on whether or not it was Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;(888) 867-5309: Rang and rang. No answer.&lt;br /&gt;(919) 867-5309: Call could not be completed as dialed.&lt;br /&gt;(925) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(952) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;(970) 867-5309: Not in service.&lt;br /&gt;(971) 867-5309: Fast busy signal.&lt;br /&gt;(978) 867-5309: Disconnected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-2684829113621808099?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/2684829113621808099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=2684829113621808099' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/2684829113621808099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/2684829113621808099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2008/01/867-5309.html' title='867-5309'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-1992248731630697401</id><published>2007-12-20T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:29:48.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey sez....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/R2qWSBGZtVI/AAAAAAAAACA/hG4-ZmxNCsk/s1600-h/pacman_large.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/R2qWSBGZtVI/AAAAAAAAACA/hG4-ZmxNCsk/s400/pacman_large.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146090760501310802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-1992248731630697401?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/1992248731630697401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=1992248731630697401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/1992248731630697401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/1992248731630697401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/12/survey-sez.html' title='Survey sez....'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/R2qWSBGZtVI/AAAAAAAAACA/hG4-ZmxNCsk/s72-c/pacman_large.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-8413783949579162558</id><published>2007-10-17T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:29:48.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't posted in awhile &amp; I feel that some explanation is do. For the past few weeks I have been taking some home improvement classes. My wife, w/o my being aware, took some pictures of my activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can click on these and make them bigger to see more detail......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RxaL750bSSI/AAAAAAAAABo/hG4chdz8cIY/s1600-h/FACEMASK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RxaL750bSSI/AAAAAAAAABo/hG4chdz8cIY/s320/FACEMASK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122435487429773602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was grinding a spot to paint, it kinda took me by suprise to see my wife at school... what a kidder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RxaMNp0bSTI/AAAAAAAAABw/6hkaIYU1_V4/s1600-h/SafetyHelmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RxaMNp0bSTI/AAAAAAAAABw/6hkaIYU1_V4/s320/SafetyHelmet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122435792372451634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I was looking for supplies...See helped too, but she would let me take her picture...like that's fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RxaMg50bSUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cKDhT9ijU2Y/s1600-h/WELDING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RxaMg50bSUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cKDhT9ijU2Y/s320/WELDING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122436123084933442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I was actually taking a welding test, passed w/ a B+. I wasn't wearing a safty vest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-8413783949579162558?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/8413783949579162558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=8413783949579162558' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/8413783949579162558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/8413783949579162558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RxaL750bSSI/AAAAAAAAABo/hG4chdz8cIY/s72-c/FACEMASK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-3736907090396806436</id><published>2007-10-17T07:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T07:25:54.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>I was reading a website the other day and stumbled upon an advice column, similar to 'Dear Abby', I found a helpful column at  thought I would share w/ you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Walter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can help me here. The other day, I set off for work&lt;br /&gt;leaving my husband in the house watching the TV as usual. I hadn't&lt;br /&gt;gone more than a few hundred yards down the road when my engine conked&lt;br /&gt;out and the car shuddered to a halt. I walked back home to get my husband's help.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I couldn't believe my eyes. He was parading in front&lt;br /&gt;of the wardrobe mirror dressed in my underwear and high-heel shoes,&lt;br /&gt;and he was wearing my make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 32, my husband is 34 and we have been married for twelve years.&lt;br /&gt;When I confronted him, he tried to make out that he had dressed in my&lt;br /&gt;lingerie because he couldn't find his own underwear. But when I asked&lt;br /&gt;him about the make up, he broke down and admitted that he'd been&lt;br /&gt;wearing my clothes for six months. I told him to stop or I would leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was let go from his job six months ago and he says he has been&lt;br /&gt;feeling increasingly depressed and worthless. I love him very much,&lt;br /&gt;but ever since I gave him the ultimatum he has become increasingly&lt;br /&gt;distant. I don't feel I can get through to him anymore. Can you please help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Sheila Usk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sheila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused&lt;br /&gt;by a variety of faults with the engine. Start by checking that there&lt;br /&gt;is no debris in the fuel line. If it is clear, check the jubilee&lt;br /&gt;clips holding the vacuum pipes onto the inlet manifold. If none of&lt;br /&gt;these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel pump&lt;br /&gt;itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the carburetor&lt;br /&gt;float chamber. I hope this helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-3736907090396806436?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/3736907090396806436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=3736907090396806436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/3736907090396806436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/3736907090396806436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-6743162094874100675</id><published>2007-07-31T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:38:38.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got TAGGED....from Logziella</title><content type='html'>THE RULES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Post these rules before you give you the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of your post, choose (tag) eight people and list their names (linking to them).&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave them a comment on their blog letting them know they’ve been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#1 - My birth mark is on my left foot, on the inside of my second toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(the one next to my BIG toe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;#2 - I almost crashed my mom's '67 Mustang when I was 16 years old. I took a turn too fast, crossed the lane of on coming traffic, over-corrected, jumped back accross both lanes and spun out on the right hand shoulder of the road against a telephone access box. Only putting a scratch right above the right-rear fender. Scared the pee out of my buddy riding along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;#3 - I'm right handed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;#4 - I have a gray spot of hair on the right side of my head about the size of a dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;#5 - I graduated from Boulder &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;City&lt;/span&gt; High &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes Blue &amp; Gold are school colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;#6 - I have a scar under my chin from my 1 and only drunk night....any one else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;#7 - I broke my right arm falling from a trampoline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;#8 - I saw President Bush, live &amp;amp; in person......from about 300 yards away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.logziella.blogspot.com"&gt;Logziella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-6743162094874100675?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/6743162094874100675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=6743162094874100675' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/6743162094874100675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/6743162094874100675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-got-taggedfrom-logziella.html' title='I Got TAGGED....from Logziella'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-8640610929763753643</id><published>2007-07-31T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:29:49.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destined for greatness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/Rq9y5p7IyZI/AAAAAAAAABM/sv14kW27vSk/s1600-h/Destined+for+Greatness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093416038411323794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/Rq9y5p7IyZI/AAAAAAAAABM/sv14kW27vSk/s320/Destined+for+Greatness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, My wife took my kids and met some friends at a public pool. In all the excitement she forgot the camera on the picnic table. Later in the day I called the pool and was told that it was turned in and that I could pick it at the office the next day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On my lunch our I ran over to the pool and picked the camera up, safe and sound!! Looking through the memory card I found this picture of, who I could only believe, to be the honest guys who found the camera. OR, where they the hot guys that my wife and her friends were talking about when they left the pool?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either way, I'm glad that I was able to retrieve my camera.....and all the other important pictures!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-8640610929763753643?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/8640610929763753643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=8640610929763753643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/8640610929763753643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/8640610929763753643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/07/destined-for-greatness.html' title='Destined for greatness'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/Rq9y5p7IyZI/AAAAAAAAABM/sv14kW27vSk/s72-c/Destined+for+Greatness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-6882411847148172191</id><published>2007-07-25T06:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:47:29.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to share</title><content type='html'>L &amp; I committed to each other that we would read throught the bible this year on a set reading plan. I have to admit that she has been doing better than I have. I read like I'm on a roller coaster, I skip some days then get caught up ona bunch of missed days.......4...5..... 20 days at a time. Reading, for me is a stuggle, not that I have a hard time reading the words, but that I am sight stimulated, I would rather watch 'Old Yeller' than read about him. Well..... I just got caught up on my daily reading, and needless to say that when you read for HOURS a day, you get pretty motivated and God shows your alot of stuff. Read God's word also creates a hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my search for more to eat(read) I found an awesome daily devotions &lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/men/features/2007/jul22.html"&gt;http://www.christianitytoday.com/men/features/2007/jul22.html&lt;/a&gt; . Just in the first 2 readings I have been charged to do more, convicted if you will. Here is Mondays reading.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Flight PlanTheme of the Week: Defining ChoicesMonday, July 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key Bible Verse: "Be just and fair to all," says the Lord. "Do what is right and good, for I am coming soon to rescue you. Blessed are those who are careful to do this" (Isaiah 56:1-2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Reading: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="arttext" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2025:1-5,%2021&amp;version=51;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Psalm 25:1-5, 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My tires screeched rounding a corner at the airport parking garage. Debbie and I were running late. I spotted an open parking space. Backing up to squeeze in, I forgot about the trailer hitch we'd just installed. It hit the car behind me. I jumped out to inspect a slightly damaged bumper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? The right thing was to leave a note—but taking the time to do so would make us miss our flight. Besides, the car was old, with dents and scratches. The damaged plastic probably would have no effect on the car's owner, I told myself; but missing our flight would have a big effect on us. "We've got to get to that plane!" I announced, and headed for the terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hadn't gotten very far when a voice called inside me. "Is catching a plane so important," it asked, "that it's worth forfeiting God's favor?" I stopped in my tracks, turned to Debbie, and said, "I'm sorry, Honey. I just have to leave a note."&lt;br /&gt;"I know," she replied without a hint of misgiving. So I wrote a note with my phone number, and left it on the damaged car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did miss our flight, but lined up a later one and enjoyed a leisurely lunch.&lt;br /&gt;—Robert Morris in From Dream to Destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Response: Am I attempting to ignore, or listening for, that inner voice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That Bonus Reading is awesome... ENJOY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-6882411847148172191?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/6882411847148172191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=6882411847148172191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/6882411847148172191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/6882411847148172191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-to-share.html' title='Time to share'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-7944147389376099057</id><published>2007-07-19T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T12:31:55.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge......Do you know Him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;The late Dr. S. M.  Lockeridge, a pastor from San Diego, California said these words in a sermon in Detroit in 1976:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My King was born King. The Bible says He's a Seven Way King. He's the King of the Jews - that's an Ethnic King. He's the King of Israel - that's a National King. He's the King of righteousness. He's the King of the ages. He's the King of Heaven. He's the King of glory. He's the King of kings and He is the Lord of lords. Now that's my King. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, I wonder if you know Him. Do you know Him? Don't try to mislead me. Do you know my King? David said the Heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shows His handiwork. My King is the only one of whom there are no means of measure that can define His limitless love. No far seeing telescope can bring into visibility the coastline of the shore of His supplies. No barriers can hinder Him from pouring out His blessing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's enduringly strong. He's entirely sincere. He's eternally steadfast. He's immortally graceful. He's imperially powerful. He's impartially merciful. That's my King. He's God's Son. He's the sinner's saviour. He's the centerpiece of civilization. He stands alone in Himself. He's honest. He's unique. He's unparalleled. He's unprecedented. He's supreme. He's pre-eminent. He's the grandest idea in literature. He's the highest personality in philosophy. He's the supreme problem in higher criticism. He's the fundamental doctrine of historic theology. He's the carnal necessity of spiritual religion. That's my King. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's the miracle of the age. He's the superlative of everything good that you choose to call Him. He's the only one able to supply all our needs simultaneously. He supplies strength for the weak. He's available for the tempted and the tried. He sympathizes and He saves. He's the Almighty God who guides and keeps all his people. He heals the sick. He cleanses the lepers. He forgives sinners. He discharged debtors. He delivers the captives. He defends the feeble. He blesses the young. He serves the unfortunate. He regards the aged. He rewards the diligent and He beautifies the meek. That's my King. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you know Him? Well, my King is a King of knowledge. He's the wellspring of wisdom. He's the doorway of deliverance. He's the pathway of peace. He's the roadway of righteousness. He's the highway of holiness. He's the gateway of glory. He's the master of the mighty. He's the captain of the conquerors. He's the head of the heroes. He's the leader of the legislatures. He's the overseer of the overcomers. He's the governor of governors. He's the prince of princes. He's the King of kings and He's the Lord of lords. That's my King. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His office is manifold. His promise is sure. His light is matchless. His goodness is limitless. His mercy is everlasting. His love never changes. His Word is enough. His grace is sufficient. His reign is righteous. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. I wish I could describe Him to you . . . but He's indescribable. That's my King. He's incomprehensible, He's invincible, and He is irresistible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm coming to tell you this, that the heavens of heavens can't contain Him, let alone some man explain Him. You can't get Him out of your mind. You can't get Him off of your hands. You can't outlive Him and you can't live without Him. The Pharisees couldn't stand Him, but they found out they couldn't stop Him. Pilate couldn't find any fault in Him. The witnesses couldn't get their testimonies to agree about Him. Herod couldn't kill Him. Death couldn't handle Him and the grave couldn't hold Him. That's my King. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He always has been and He always will be. I'm talking about the fact that He had no predecessor and He'll have no successor. There's nobody before Him and there'll be nobody after Him. You can't impeach Him and He's not going to resign. That's my King! That's my King! Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory. Well, all the power belongs to my King. We're around here talking about black power and white power and green power, but in the end all that matters is God's power. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thine is the power. Yeah. And the glory. We try to get prestige and honor and glory for ourselves, but the glory is all His. Yes. Thine is the Kingdom and the power and glory, forever and ever and ever and ever. How long is that? Forever and ever and ever and ever. . . And when you get through with all of the ever's, then . . .Amen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's MY King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You Know Him?&lt;/strong&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/34715772-7944147389376099057?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4440949487508991180' title='Challenge......Do you know Him?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/7944147389376099057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=7944147389376099057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/7944147389376099057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/7944147389376099057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/07/challengedo-you-know-him.html' title='Challenge......Do you know Him?'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-7379131101073837449</id><published>2007-07-16T08:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:29:49.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RpvtC29qIOI/AAAAAAAAABE/eNyrlE6MGQA/s1600-h/Buck6_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RpvtC29qIOI/AAAAAAAAABE/eNyrlE6MGQA/s320/Buck6_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087920837414756578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone that guessed in my Starbucks quiz came VERY close, I have decided to share the hundred bucks amongst you all. However, since there was NO official winner, the prize is only 25 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for your participation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-7379131101073837449?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/7379131101073837449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=7379131101073837449' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/7379131101073837449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/7379131101073837449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/07/winner.html' title='Winner'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RpvtC29qIOI/AAAAAAAAABE/eNyrlE6MGQA/s72-c/Buck6_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-2478387622952890941</id><published>2007-07-11T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:29:49.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your drink??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RpVMfOtpyfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_YGUwu9H7mA/s1600-h/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RpVMfOtpyfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_YGUwu9H7mA/s320/starbucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086055453594077682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in your cup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what is in mine??&lt;br /&gt;If you can guess my drink, I'll give you a hundred bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the games begin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****ANSWER*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May I please have a...Grande Carmel Green Tea Latte', Thank you!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/34715772-2478387622952890941?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/2478387622952890941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=2478387622952890941' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/2478387622952890941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/2478387622952890941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-your-drink.html' title='What&apos;s your drink??'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RpVMfOtpyfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_YGUwu9H7mA/s72-c/starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-8914851308504412176</id><published>2007-07-11T06:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T07:35:36.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>***EXTRA EXTRA*** NO MORE VIDEOS!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been scolded, My wife actually told me, to my face, that she doesn't read my blog because I only put videos...I was in awe!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that it does take alot of energy to think of something to write. I know, I know....just write about what's going on in my life, blah blah blah...My life isn't too exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 7/10&lt;br /&gt;-5:00 AM: Wake up  - find something to eat for b-fast &amp; lunch w/o waking family.&lt;br /&gt;-5:15 Drive to work.&lt;br /&gt;-5:50 Arrive at work and log into phone &amp; computer.&lt;br /&gt;-6:00 take first of 50 phone calls for they day from a person who works w/ computers, but doesn't know how to operate one.....(OK I'll stop grumbling).&lt;br /&gt;-11:00 Lunch. (PB&amp;J at my desk)&lt;br /&gt;-12:00 PM Return to the phones.&lt;br /&gt;-5:00 Leave work.&lt;br /&gt;-5:45 Return home.&lt;br /&gt;-5:45 - 10:00 play w/ kids, love on the wife, talk to neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;-10:00 Go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, that that doesn't sound very exciting, but it was a good day. &lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, that means 'looking back on the day', God has blessed me immensely. I have a wonderful family, beautiful wife, good friends, a job &amp; live in America. I would still be as blessed if I lived in another country, but I like America. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future I will try to be alittle more wordy for blogging purposes &amp; less into videos, but don't get mad at me if 1 slips in every once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is a test to see if anyone reads this at all, I may just go back to videos. No pressure, but it's all up to the readers, that's you, if I keep typing or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-8914851308504412176?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/8914851308504412176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=8914851308504412176' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/8914851308504412176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/8914851308504412176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/07/extra-extra-no-more-videos.html' title='***EXTRA EXTRA*** NO MORE VIDEOS!!!!!!'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-2688993894261477842</id><published>2007-07-10T09:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:57:41.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bdvHNqeYD68"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bdvHNqeYD68" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-2688993894261477842?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/2688993894261477842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=2688993894261477842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/2688993894261477842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/2688993894261477842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/07/clever-commercial_8002.html' title='Clever commercial'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-6443006770311532532</id><published>2007-06-26T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T14:06:05.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favorite songs...</title><content type='html'>Who is this group????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewWyW6lT1HE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewWyW6lT1HE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-6443006770311532532?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/6443006770311532532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=6443006770311532532' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/6443006770311532532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/6443006770311532532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-of-my-favorite-songs.html' title='One of my favorite songs...'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-6946985545210401396</id><published>2007-06-20T06:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T06:44:49.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aq6vfyTNSNk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aq6vfyTNSNk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ot_igKBZHM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ot_igKBZHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-6946985545210401396?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/6946985545210401396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=6946985545210401396' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/6946985545210401396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/6946985545210401396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/06/guru.html' title='THE Guru'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-7467615045491214104</id><published>2007-05-16T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:27:06.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SDYY4abHZ4w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SDYY4abHZ4w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-7467615045491214104?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/7467615045491214104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=7467615045491214104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/7467615045491214104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/7467615045491214104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s day....'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-9107199802958165754</id><published>2007-05-09T15:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:18:35.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This actually made me laugh out loud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ElDXjsWvr3Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ElDXjsWvr3Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-9107199802958165754?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/9107199802958165754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=9107199802958165754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/9107199802958165754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/9107199802958165754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-actually-made-me-laugh-out-loud.html' title='This actually made me laugh out loud...'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-2827627287712256300</id><published>2007-05-08T08:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T08:51:12.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-2827627287712256300?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/2827627287712256300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=2827627287712256300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/2827627287712256300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/2827627287712256300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny-laugh.html' title='Funny Laugh'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-1087667123952433997</id><published>2007-05-03T06:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T06:47:41.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Amendment at its best</title><content type='html'>Title: Home invasion gone wrong for [illegal] criminals&lt;br /&gt;Source: NRA Files&lt;br /&gt;URL Source: http://email&lt;br /&gt;Published: Apr 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Author: nra&lt;br /&gt;Post Date: 2007-04-25 16:16:08 by klickitat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two illegal aliens, Ralphel Resindez 23 and Enrico Garza 26, probably believed they would easily overpower a home alone 11 year old Patricia Harrington after her father had left their two story home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the two crooks never learned two things, they were in Montana and Patricia had been a clay shooting champion since she was nine. Patricia was in her upstairs room when the two men broke through the front door of the house. She quickly ran to her father's room and grabbed his 12 gauge Mossberg 500 shotgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resindez was the first to get up to the second floor only to be the first to catch a near point blank blast of buck shot from the 11 year olds knee crouch aim. He suffered fatal wounds to his abdomen and genitals. When Garza ran to the foot of the stairs, he took a blast to the left shoulder and staggered out into the street where he bled to death before medical help could arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was found out later that Resindez was armed with a stolen 45 caliber handgun he took from another home invasion robbery. The victim, 50 year old David Burien, was not so lucky as he died from stab wounds to the chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-1087667123952433997?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/1087667123952433997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=1087667123952433997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/1087667123952433997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/1087667123952433997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/05/second-amendment-at-its-best.html' title='Second Amendment at its best'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-5002981391042306317</id><published>2007-04-24T14:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:48:29.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm Good point....</title><content type='html'>It may be long, but watch the whole thing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3SuBBi-AZE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3SuBBi-AZE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-5002981391042306317?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/5002981391042306317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=5002981391042306317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/5002981391042306317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/5002981391042306317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmmm-good-point_24.html' title='Hmmm Good point....'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-4648498613131172538</id><published>2007-04-12T12:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:29:50.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you were here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/Rh533c8ZFSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tB30AyiIOZc/s1600-h/You+are+here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052607626502280482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/Rh533c8ZFSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tB30AyiIOZc/s400/You+are+here.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/Rh53G88ZFRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uAoqxg4NCCc/s1600-h/You+are+here.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look real close you can see me waving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-4648498613131172538?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/4648498613131172538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=4648498613131172538' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/4648498613131172538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/4648498613131172538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/04/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish you were here?'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/Rh533c8ZFSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tB30AyiIOZc/s72-c/You+are+here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-53925841921731109</id><published>2007-04-05T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:29:50.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RhVlkUbzDcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CTTQ8c6k1uw/s1600-h/JimmyEgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050054231800876482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RhVlkUbzDcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CTTQ8c6k1uw/s400/JimmyEgg.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/34715772-53925841921731109?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/53925841921731109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=53925841921731109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/53925841921731109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/53925841921731109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/04/jimmy.html' title='Jimmy?'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9cPxoVKeUI/RhVlkUbzDcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CTTQ8c6k1uw/s72-c/JimmyEgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-5396158773333296954</id><published>2007-03-27T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:22:55.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Inspirational video...(click on this)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube Announces Winners of First-Ever Awards&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday , March 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK — &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/ytawards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video series "Ask a Ninja" and OK Go's treadmill-choreographed music video are among the winners in the first YouTube Video Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video-sharing site announced the seven winners from its inaugural awards on Monday, a week after the nominees were put forth for voting. Each category included 10 nominated videos, which users could rank in order of their liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These individuals put the first stitches in the fabric of the YouTube community," said Jamie Byrne, head of product marketing for YouTube. "Instead of seeing a way to share videos, they saw an opportunity for worldwide visibility and through their success have changed the landscape of how a 'star' is defined."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Click here for FOXNews.com's Personal Technology Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power-pop band OK Go, perhaps the most professional of the mostly amateur nominees, won most creative video for their "Here It Goes Again" music video. "Ask a Ninja," the popular comedy created by Kent Nichols and Douglas Sarine, won for best series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask a Ninja" triumphed over perhaps YouTube's biggest celebrity: Lonelygirl15. That bedroom production finished fourth, behind "Ask A Gay Man" and "Chad Vader."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra Naomi won for best music video for her song "Say It's Possible," a one-shot clip of her playing acoustic guitar and singing. Naomi has parlayed her online success into a record deal with Island Records, and will release her debut album this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best commentary was one of the most hotly contested categories, as it pitted several of YouTube's most high-profile personalities against one another. A vlogger known as "The Winekone" won over Peter Oakley ("Geriatric1927") and Paul Robinett ("Renetto").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video calling for a "Free Hugs Campaign" won for most inspirational video. Australian Juan Mann's video set off an online wildfire of similar "Free Hugs" campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Padilla and Ian Hecox, also known as Smosh, won for best comedy video. Dony Permedi's animated video "Kiwi!" — which began as a master's thesis on animation, won for most adorable video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winners and nominees are compiled in a gallery at http://www.youtube.com/YTAwards. YouTube says it will later unveil what a YouTube Video Award will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google-owned, San Bruno, Calif.-based YouTube Inc. was founded in February 2005. Media conglomerate Viacom Inc. (VIA) recently sued YouTube for $1 billion, claiming the site infringes on copyrights on a "huge scale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several other media companies have reached agreements to supply YouTube with clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to comScore Media Metrix, YouTube attracted 133.5 million visitors worldwide in January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-5396158773333296954?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/ytawards' title='Most Inspirational video...(click on this)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/5396158773333296954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=5396158773333296954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/5396158773333296954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/5396158773333296954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/03/most-inspirational-video.html' title='Most Inspirational video...(click on this)'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-7824629221100131423</id><published>2007-03-15T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T10:40:39.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter From A Farm Kid</title><content type='html'>Dear Ma and Pa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the MarineCorps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quickbefore all of the places are filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m.but I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do beforebreakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feedto pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water. Breakfast isstrong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weakon chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food,but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live oncoffee. Their food plus yours holds you until noon when you get fed again.It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go on "route marches," which the platoon sergeant says are long walks toharden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different. A "routemarch" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys getsore feet and we all ride back in trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country is nice but awful flat The sergeant is like a school teacher. Henags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels justride around and frown. They don't bother you none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals forshooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk headand don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home.All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even loadyour own cartridges. They come in boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestlewith them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy.It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best theygot in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake I only beathim once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6" and 130 poundsand he's 6'8" and near 300 pounds dry.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers getonto this setup and come stampeding in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving daughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-7824629221100131423?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/7824629221100131423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=7824629221100131423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/7824629221100131423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/7824629221100131423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/03/letter-from-farm-kid.html' title='Letter From A Farm Kid'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-370875781958083824</id><published>2007-03-07T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T08:24:07.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On-This-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– I married the most wonderful, beautiful, thoughtful, sexy, hypnotizing, exotic, special, gorgeous, pretty, kind, smart, queen like, marvelous, funny, awesome, fantastic, excellent, considerate, creative, cleaver, great, awesome, wondrous, miraculous, prodigious, astonishing, amazing, astounding, phenomenal, unique, curious, merveilleux, extraordinary, Highly exceptional……Love of my life on March 7th, 1992!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't done the math, that was 15 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Thank God everyday for who He has given me to love! I couldn’t ask for a better person to live with for the rest of my life with. Despite what others say, I DO have the best wife in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guru - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I Always have &amp;amp; Always will!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-370875781958083824?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/370875781958083824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=370875781958083824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/370875781958083824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/370875781958083824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/03/best-day.html' title='On-This-Day'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-1542732595701116576</id><published>2007-02-26T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:12:38.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke!!!</title><content type='html'>Two  Alabama farmers, Jim and Bob, are sitting at their favorite bar,&lt;br /&gt;drinking beer.  Jim turns to Bob and says, "You know, I'm tired of going&lt;br /&gt;through life without an education. Tomorrow I think I'll go to the&lt;br /&gt;community college, and sign up for some classes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob thinks it's a good idea, and the two leave. The next day, Jim goes&lt;br /&gt;down to the college and meets Dean of Admissions, who signs  him up for the&lt;br /&gt;four basic classes: Math, English, history, and Logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logic?" Jim says. "What's that?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The dean says, "I'll give you an example. Do you own a weed eater?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." "Then logically speaking, because you own a weed eater, I think&lt;br /&gt;that you would have a yard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's true, I do have a yard."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I'm not done," the dean says. "Because you have a yard, I think&lt;br /&gt;logically that you would have a house."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I do have a house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And because you have a house, I think that you might logically have a&lt;br /&gt;family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I have a family."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I'm not done yet. Because you have a family, then logically you must&lt;br /&gt;have a wife And because you have a wife, then logic tells me you must be a&lt;br /&gt;heterosexual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a heterosexual. That's amazing, you were able to find out all of&lt;br /&gt;that because I have a weed eater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited to take the class now, Jim shakes the Dean's hand and leaves to&lt;br /&gt;go meet Bob at the bar. He tells Bob about his classes,  how he is signed up&lt;br /&gt;for Math, English, History, and Logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logic?" Bob says, "What's that?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jim says, "I'll give you an example. Do you have a weed eater?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you're a queer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-1542732595701116576?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/1542732595701116576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=1542732595701116576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/1542732595701116576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/1542732595701116576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/02/joke.html' title='Joke!!!'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-5853362266571788567</id><published>2007-02-22T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T07:25:55.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta love him....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjuR5Dy2R0U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjuR5Dy2R0U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-2809444803542382647</id><published>2007-02-07T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:14:28.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Music videos......Continually updating!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRmqZRPgK1w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRmqZRPgK1w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbvP7dT3Dx0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbvP7dT3Dx0" 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type='html'>I saw this first video the other day and thought that it was sending a very powerful message. I’m not sure if it was slotted to air here in the States, I doubt it. Probably shot to be played on websites like Youtube, etc. It sends a very clear and powerful message. Not everyone can relate to all the situations portrayed in the clip, but we can all take something way from watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Some situations may be offensive to watch. Remember the point of the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children See. Children Do. [Campaign]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eEBUboAbhHY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this video last year….Nov ’06. Everytime I hear the song I cry…Good point here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importance of a 5-Point Harness Carseat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/azgBhZfcqaQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sidebar: Awesome article regarding the Superbowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/playoffs06/columns/story?columnist=smith_michael&amp;id=2740318"&gt;http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/playoffs06/columns/story?columnist=smith_michael&amp;amp;id=2740318&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-5020807141875046987?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/5020807141875046987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=5020807141875046987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/5020807141875046987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/5020807141875046987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/01/remember-our-futureour-children.html' title='Remember our future....Our Children!!!'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-116793570630692051</id><published>2007-01-04T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T11:35:06.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever happened to the Good ol' Days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5198/3831/1600/254599/RunningwithScissors.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5198/3831/320/661334/RunningwithScissors.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"RUNNING WITH SCISSORS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE BORN BEFORE 1970, WE WILL CALL YOU A &lt;em&gt;SURVIVOR&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CHANCES ARE YOU WERE BORN TO MOTHERS WHO SMOKED AND DRANK, TOOK ASPIRIN, ATE BLUE CHEESE, AND THE FIRST YEARS OF YOUR LIFE WERE MORE THAN LIKELY SPENT IN A HAND ME DOWN CRIB SPRUCED UP WITH COLORFUL LEAD PAINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE HAD NO CHILD-PROOF LIDS ON OUR MEDICINE BOTTLES, NO CHILD-PROOF CABINETS, OUTLETS, OR DOORKNOBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OUR AUTOMOBILES HAD NO SEATBELTS OR AIRBAGS. AND RIDING IN THE BACK OF A PICK-UP TRUCK ON A WARM SUMMER DAY WAS A SPECIAL TREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE DRANK WATER FROM A GARDEN HOSE AND NOT FROM A BOTTLE. WE SHARED A SOFT DRINK WITH FOUR OF OUR FRIENDS, ALL FROM ONE BOTTLE AND NO ONE DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE ATE CUPCAKES, BREAD AND BUTTER, AND DRANK SODA POP WITH SUGAR. BUT WE WEREN’T OVERWEIGHT BECAUSE WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE’D LEAVE HOME IN THE MORNING AND PLAY ALL DAY, AS LONG AS WERE BACK WHEN THE STREET LIGHTS CAME ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE’D SPEND HOURS BUILDING OUR GO CARTS OUT OF SCRAPS FROM THE WOOD PILE AND RIDE DOWN THE HILL ONLY TO FIND OUT WHO FORGOT THE BRAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NO ONE WAS ABLE TO REACH US ALL DAY AND THAT WAS OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE DIDN’T HAVE PLAYSTATIONS, NINTENDOS, X-BOX, AND 99 CHANNELS ON CABLE TV. NO VIDEO TAPE MOVIES, NO SURROUND SOUND, NO CELL PHONES, AND NO PERSONAL COMPUTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT WE DID HAVE WERE FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE FELL OUT OF TREES, GOT CUT, BROKE OUR BONES AND TEETH, AND THERE WERE NO LAWSUITS FROM THE ACCIDENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE MADE UP GAMES WITH STICKS AND TENNIS BALLS AND ATE WORMS AND, CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, THEY DIDN’T GROW INSIDE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE PLAYED BASEBALL IN A VACANT LOT AND HELD LITTLE LEAGUE TRYOUTS WHERE NOT EVERYONE MADE THE TEAM. AND THOSE WHO DIDN’T, LEARNED HOW TO DEAL WITH DISAPPOINTMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-THE IDEA OF A PARENT BAILING US OUT OF TROUBLE WHEN WE BROKE THE LAW WAS UNHEARD OF BECAUSE OUR PARENTS SIDED WITH THE LAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE CROSSED OUR EYES AND THEY NEVER STUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE SAID THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE WITH “ONE NATION UNDER GOD” AND NEVER THOUGHT TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE RODE OUR BIKES TO FAR AWAY PLACES AND NEVER WORE A HELMET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE CUT OUR HANDS ON METAL ICE CUBE TRAYS IN THE SUMMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AND IN THE FALL, BURNING LEAVES IN YOUR BACKYARD WAS NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUR GENERATION HAS PRODUCED SOME OF THE BEST RISK TAKERS, PROBLEM SOLVERS, AND INVENTORS EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURVIVING ALL OF THAT MAKES ONE WANT TO RUN WITH SCISSORS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-116793570630692051?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/116793570630692051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=116793570630692051' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116793570630692051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116793570630692051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-ever-happened-to-good-ol-days.html' title='What ever happened to the Good ol&apos; Days?'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-116786197625937887</id><published>2007-01-03T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T15:06:16.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEATHER BULLETIN</title><content type='html'>Now I know that this is going to ruffle some feathers...But think about it!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THINK ABOUT THIS FOR A MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Denver&lt;/st1:City&gt; Post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       This text is from a county emergency manager out in the central&lt;br /&gt;part of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Colorado&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; after today’s snowstorm.       &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;WEATHER BULLETIN:&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up here, in the Northern Plains, we just recovered from a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Historic event--- may I even say a "Weather Event" of "Biblical Proportions" ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with a historic blizzard of up to 44" inches of snow and winds to 90MPH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that broke trees in half, knocked down utility poles, stranded hundred of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; motorists in lethal snow banks, closed ALL roads, isolated scores of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; communities and cut power to 10's of thousands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYI:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;George Bush did not come.&lt;br /&gt;       FEMA did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No one howled for the government.&lt;br /&gt;       No one blamed the government.&lt;br /&gt;       No one even uttered an expletive on TV&lt;br /&gt;       Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton did not visit.&lt;br /&gt;       Our Mayor did not blame Bush or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our Governor did not blame Bush or anyone else, either.&lt;br /&gt;       CNN, ABC, CBS, FOX or NBC did not visit - or report on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;category 5 snowstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       Nobody demanded $2,000 debit cards.&lt;br /&gt;       No one asked for a FEMA Trailer House.&lt;br /&gt;       No one looted.&lt;br /&gt;       Nobody - I mean Nobody demanded the government do something..&lt;br /&gt;       Nobody expected the government to do anything, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;No Larry King, No Bill O'Rielly, No Oprah, No Chris Mathews and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;No Geraldo Rivera.&lt;br /&gt;       No Shaun Penn, No Barbara Striesand, No Hollywood types to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;found.&lt;br /&gt;       Nope, we just melted the snow for water.&lt;br /&gt;       Sent out caravans of SUV's to pluck people out of snow engulfed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;cars.&lt;br /&gt;       The truck drivers pulled people out of snow banks and didn't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;for a penny.&lt;br /&gt;       Local restaurants made food and the police and fire departments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;delivered it to the snowbound families.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       Families took in the stranded people - total strangers.&lt;br /&gt;       We fired up wood stoves, broke out coal oil lanterns or Coleman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;       We put on extra layers of clothes because up here it is "Work or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Die".&lt;br /&gt;       We did not wait for some affirmative action government to get us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;out of a mess created by being immobilized by a welfare program that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;trades votes for 'sittin at home' checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Even though a Category "5" blizzard of this scale has never&lt;br /&gt;fallen this early, we know it can happen and how to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-116786197625937887?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/116786197625937887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=116786197625937887' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116786197625937887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116786197625937887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2007/01/weather-bulletin.html' title='WEATHER BULLETIN'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-116611895919844286</id><published>2006-12-14T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T10:55:59.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;33 Names of Things You Never Knew had Names&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;!-- node/Ntml/ntml.view.wm.html --&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGLET&lt;/strong&gt; - The      plain or ornamental covering on the end of a shoelace. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARMSAYE&lt;/strong&gt; -      The armhole in clothing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHANKING&lt;/strong&gt; -      Spat-out food, such as rinds or pits. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLUMELLA NASI&lt;/strong&gt;      - The bottom part of the nose between the nostrils. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRAGÉES&lt;/strong&gt; -      Small beadlike pieces of candy, usually silver-coloured, used for      decorating cookies, cakes and sundaes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEAT&lt;/strong&gt; - A      dangling curl of hair. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FERRULE&lt;/strong&gt; -      The metal band on a pencil that holds the eraser in place. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HARP&lt;/strong&gt; - The      small metal hoop that supports a lampshade. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEMIDEMISEMIQUAVER&lt;/strong&gt;      - A 64th note. (A 32nd is a demisemiquaver, and a 16th note is a      semiquaver.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JARNS&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NITTLES&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRAWLIX&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;QUIMP&lt;/strong&gt; -      Various squiggles used to denote cussing in comic books. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEEPER&lt;/strong&gt; - The      loop on a belt that keeps the end in place after it has passed through the      buckle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KICK&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;PUNT&lt;/strong&gt;      - The indentation at the bottom of some wine bottles. It gives added      strength to the bottle but lessens its holding capacity. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIRIPIPE&lt;/strong&gt; -      The long tail on a graduate's academic hood. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MINIMUS&lt;/strong&gt; -      The little finger or toe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEF&lt;/strong&gt; - An      ornamental stand in the shape of a ship. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBDORMITION&lt;/strong&gt;      - The numbness caused by pressure on a nerve; when a limb is `asleep'. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCTOTHORPE&lt;/strong&gt; -      The symbol `#' on a telephone handset. Bell Labs' engineer Don Macpherson      created the word in the 1960s by combining octo-, as in eight, with the      name of one of his favourite athletes, 1912 Olympic decathlon champion Jim      Thorpe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPHRYON&lt;/strong&gt; -      The space between the eyebrows on a line with the top of the eye sockets. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEEN&lt;/strong&gt; - The      end of a hammer head opposite the striking face. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOSPHENES&lt;/strong&gt; -      The lights you see when you close your eyes hard. Technically the luminous      impressions are due to the excitation of the retina caused by pressure on      the eyeball. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURLICUE&lt;/strong&gt; -      The space between the thumb and extended forefinger. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RASCETA&lt;/strong&gt; -      Creases on the inside of the wrist. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROWEL&lt;/strong&gt; - The      revolving star on the back of a cowboy's spurs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SADDLE&lt;/strong&gt; - The      rounded part on the top of a matchbook. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCROOP&lt;/strong&gt; - The      rustle of silk. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNORKEL BOX&lt;/strong&gt;      - A mailbox with a protruding receiver to allow people to deposit mail      without leaving their cars. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPRAINTS&lt;/strong&gt; -      Otter dung. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TANG&lt;/strong&gt; - The      projecting prong on a tool or instrument. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAMBLE&lt;/strong&gt; -      Stomach rumbling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ZARF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; - A holder for a handleless coffee cup.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-116611895919844286?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/116611895919844286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=116611895919844286' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116611895919844286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116611895919844286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/12/things.html' title='Things...'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-116543164899470025</id><published>2006-12-06T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:51:46.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5198/3831/1600/347774/crayons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5198/3831/320/901378/crayons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this picture and thought it was awesome. I think I found a new hobby….&lt;br /&gt;Guru has always said that I need a hobby besides watching TV…I’m still not sure what’s wrong with watching TV…Anyway, this is something that I can do that doesn’t cost a lot of money an d could possibly bring us closer together, at least physically, I can be doing something w/ her in the basement while she’s crapbooking, oops SCRAPBOOKING.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let you know how it’s going…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://petegoldlust.com/carvedcrayons.html"&gt;http://petegoldlust.com/carvedcrayons.html&lt;/a&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notcot.com/archives/2006/10/carved_crayons.html"&gt;http://www.notcot.com/archives/2006/10/carved_crayons.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS....The below video makes me want to be a Hog Fan......Those who know me, know what I'm talking about!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-116543164899470025?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/116543164899470025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=116543164899470025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116543164899470025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116543164899470025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-hobby.html' title='New Hobby'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-116485705171330976</id><published>2006-11-29T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T20:40:19.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything but Music....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5198/3831/1600/974002/HouseSnow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5198/3831/320/430308/HouseSnow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all that contributed to my November blog. I have to admit I set it up to take a break, collect my thoughts so I could blog w/ fury and have alot to talk about. BUT, it back fired; I have no idea of what to say. Well, I can I write about the schnee that has covered our city, or is it a town...city, I think. A town is smaller, yea we live in a city.....anyway, the schnee, it's nice, it brought w/it frigid temps, the high today was 30, the low tonight is to be around -2…ouch!! Anyway the house in the pic is ours, all decorated for Christmas. It doesn’t blink or flash like the one in the video, but it’s homey. I’m sure that you all have seen this video from last year, but I thought that I would feature it to get us all into the Christmas spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-116485705171330976?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/116485705171330976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=116485705171330976' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116485705171330976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116485705171330976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/11/anything-but-music.html' title='Anything but Music....'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-116232115962914880</id><published>2006-10-31T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:53:42.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November thoughts - SONGS THAT MOVE YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the radio this morning I hear a conversation that sparked a new blog topic. This is going to be an ongoing blog, for the month of November I’m going to keep this post up, with modifications along the way. Just reply and I’ll add your reply to the post along w/ the songs…if I can find them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;The Topic: SONGS THAT MOVE YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;They can be inspirational, sad, happy, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;17)Kalyon Ka Chamon - UMI 10....james&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;16)Jennifer Knapp - Faithful to Me....ali kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15)&lt;/strong&gt;Jaci Velasquez - &lt;strong&gt;On My Knees&lt;/strong&gt;....ali kat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14)&lt;/strong&gt;Gershwin -&lt;strong&gt; Someone to Watch Over Me&lt;/strong&gt;....ali kat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;13)&lt;/span&gt;Lonestar - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Amazed&lt;/span&gt;...logziella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;12)&lt;/span&gt;Martina McBride - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...amos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;depends on how I need to be moved&lt;/span&gt;).....amekuser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Toward God: - Marcos Witt - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Santo, Santo, Santo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Romantic: - Eva Cassidy - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Song Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sentimental: - Don Henley - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;End of the Innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Make me laugh: - Blondie - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt; (...you gotta see her)&lt;br /&gt;* Make me want to drop everything and become a musician: - John Mayer - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Make me want to drive fast: - Tiziano Ferro - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stop! Dimentica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Make me miss my friend Cha-rizz like nobody's business: - &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Dream&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Academy&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Life in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;Northern&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;Town&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt;Sheryl Crow &amp;amp; Sting - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Always by my side&lt;/span&gt;....amazingbrenda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt;Don Henley - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Heart of the Matter&lt;/span&gt;....amazingbrenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;Bob Carlisle - &lt;strong&gt;Butterfly Kisses&lt;/strong&gt;....somebody's nobody&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt;Barry White - &lt;strong&gt;Can't get enough of your love&lt;/strong&gt;....scrapbookigguru &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;Body Rockers - &lt;strong&gt;I like the way you move&lt;/strong&gt;...scrapbookigguru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt;Any Josh Groban Song - &lt;strong&gt;The Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;....amos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;Eugene Gregory - &lt;strong&gt;You are my Everything&lt;/strong&gt;....amos &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;Gary Allan - &lt;strong&gt;Life Ain't Always Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;....alyssa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;Tom Jones - &lt;strong&gt;Sex Bomb&lt;/strong&gt;....Mr Zig&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;Lee Ann Womack – &lt;strong&gt;I Hope You Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-116232115962914880?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/116232115962914880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=116232115962914880' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116232115962914880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116232115962914880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/10/november-thoughts-songs-that-move-you.html' title='November thoughts - SONGS THAT MOVE YOU!'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-116222806046474472</id><published>2006-10-30T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:13:35.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/1600/1970-plymouth-barracuda-brochure-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/200/1970-plymouth-barracuda-brochure-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to thinking this morning, I just recently had my 36th birthday, &amp; was think of every ones age in my family. My brothers are 8 &amp;amp; 10 years older than me, my kids, my wife, my mom &amp; dad. It dawned on me that I am the same age as my dad was when I was when I was born, he was 36. I don’t know if this means anything or not. Just interesting I guess. I still feel young, well not at this moment at 6:20AM on a Monday morning, but overall I still feel young. I guess I am! They say that you are as old as you feel. I feel like I am……….27, tired, but 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to someone the other day about skiing, I mentioned that I am going to have to wear some type of knee brace because a few years back I tweaked my knee skiing and every once in awhile I can feel a strain. So ask me at the end of the winter how old I fell then. This Christmas we have plans to go skiing or at least do some serious schnee playin’ while my oldest brother &amp;amp; his family along with our mom come to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts for 10/21/1970:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 21 is the 294th day of the year (295th in leap years) in the Gregorian Calendar, with 71 days remaining.&lt;br /&gt;   - In the comic novel Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, the Earth was born on this day in 4004 BC, within a quarter of an hour of 9 in the morning. This was supposedly because God liked to get things over with early.&lt;br /&gt;   - In the 1989 film Back to the Future Part II, Marty McFly and Doc Brown travel 30 years into the future from 1985 to October 21, 2015.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 1970:&lt;br /&gt; - Jethro Tull was a band on the cusp of international stardom when it played Great    Britain's epochal Isle of Wight Festival in 1970.&lt;br /&gt; - October 1: Jimi Hendrix' funeral.&lt;br /&gt; - October 3: Janis Joplin dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The October Crisis was a series of dramatic events triggered by two terrorist kidnappings in the province of Quebec, Canada, in October 1970, which ultimately resulted in a brief invocation of the War Measures Act by Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See upcoming mini series: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0485766/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0485766/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-116222806046474472?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/116222806046474472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=116222806046474472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116222806046474472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116222806046474472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-116170900668082446</id><published>2006-10-24T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:00:51.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m bringing home a baby Bumble Bee…(Update)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/1600/7Crackers.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/200/7Crackers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I recently shared w/ you my disappointment about only receiving 5 crackers in my Bumble Bee Ready to Eat Chicken Salad. But how Bumble Bee stepped up and righted the situation w/ some coupons. So now I must update you on the next round in this apparently ongoing saga…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was digging into my Bumble Bee Ready to Tuna Salad. (I assume that they get the Chicken Salad crackers from the same bin that they get the Tuna Salad crackers.) I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was doing, talking to a co-worker. I opened the cracker package and was elated to see that the prodigal cracker had returned. I stopped and showed everyone the missing cracker. I didn’t have my camera and was disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to share w/ ya’ll (Okie talk) my surprise &amp; joy. I had to resort to my cell camera, not the best pic, but you can see it….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-116170900668082446?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/116170900668082446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=116170900668082446' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116170900668082446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116170900668082446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-bringing-home-baby-bumble-beeupdate.html' title='I’m bringing home a baby Bumble Bee…(Update)'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-116136693583211098</id><published>2006-10-20T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:02:08.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing vs Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/1600/ear-hue.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/200/ear-hue.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to work this morning, I heard a song on the radio, it’s not a very up lifting song, and in fact it’s down right depressing. And in worldly fashion, it’s one of those songs that they play over &amp; over &amp; over until you find yourself singing to it. Being a new song that I’ve heard only about 3 times, I was listening closely to hear the words, again, it’s a very depressing song, but 1 line I caught was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“…You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take…”&lt;/span&gt; That got me thinking of my lovely wife. Now your thinking “....Where is he going with this....?” Hang w/ me because it was an illumination to me and my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was talking to our Pastors wife, who is in charge of worship in our church. I was talking w/ her about joining the orchestra and get back into playing (Yes, Amos). We were talking for about 10 minutes &amp; I was explaining to her how long it’s been since I’ve played (Alto Sax by the way) and that I can read music, but I should be able to play by chord charts the way the church does. I wasn’t down playing my abilities; I thought I was just being honest, in my way of thinking. Just about then my wife comes storming in the room and says “Stop that!! You need to sell yourself!!” It kind of threw me off a little. Now she has always said this to me, not in away that is deceptive by any means, but in a way that is positive and encouraging. You see, my way of thinking is that I need to be honest w/ people about everything. Sometimes I have the tendency to downplay my abilities. I don’t like to brag on my self &amp; I feel uncomfortable doing that. However I know the word says that “I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me.” (Phil 4:13) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to song, in this “thought-rabbit trail”, I heard my fathers voice say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“I am proud of you and I don’t like it when you down play the gifts that I have blessed you with.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was as clear as day that it was His voice. I was just thinking along and clearly and lovingly He said this. Now in true fatherly fashion I was quickly convicted and at that moment, I decided to change my way of thinking. I was reminded again that I am the righteousness of Christ and that the Lord has created me for such a time as this to shine for His glory. We all have been given talents and gifts to use. We are to use them for gain, gain for ourselves of gain for the Kingdom of God. Just a worldly father enjoys and receives pleasure from his children doing good and taking advantage of his blessings and place in the family; God enjoys and receives glory by use using what He gave to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-116136693583211098?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/116136693583211098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=116136693583211098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116136693583211098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116136693583211098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/10/hearing-vs-listening_20.html' title='Hearing vs Listening'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-116110419336678284</id><published>2006-10-17T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:04:20.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHNEE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/1600/Snow%27s%20coming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/Snow%27s%20coming.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/1600/DateTimeTemp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/200/DateTimeTemp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting here at my desk at work, minding my own business, answering phone calls from helpless 'users' and glanced out the window. First I thought, 'that's alot of bugs'. Then I got up and looked closer.......SCHNEE!!! Yea!!! But wait....I ran back to my computer, sure enough, it's not cold enough for schnee, but, it's...schnee, how can it be?!?!?! (JJ would say 'that rhymes'). I can hardly wait, real schnee, mountain schnee....YEA!!!! I want to going schnee skiing right now!!! Oh what fun it will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-116110419336678284?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/116110419336678284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=116110419336678284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116110419336678284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116110419336678284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/10/schnee.html' title='SCHNEE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-116048806327163908</id><published>2006-10-10T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:01:35.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get back to the basics..pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/1600/Mrs_1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/Mrs_1950.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with new music!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD WIFE'S GUIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good Wife's Guide Housekeeping Monthly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious&lt;br /&gt;meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that&lt;br /&gt;you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men&lt;br /&gt;are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially&lt;br /&gt;his favourite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he&lt;br /&gt;arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be&lt;br /&gt;fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may&lt;br /&gt;need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the&lt;br /&gt;house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for&lt;br /&gt;him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and&lt;br /&gt;order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort&lt;br /&gt;will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the&lt;br /&gt;washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Be happy to see him.  Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the&lt;br /&gt;moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his&lt;br /&gt;topics of conversation are more important than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to&lt;br /&gt;dinner or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to&lt;br /&gt;understand his world of strain and pressure and his very real need to be at&lt;br /&gt;home and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your goal: To try and make sure your home is a place of peace, order, and&lt;br /&gt;tranquillity where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Don't greet him with complaints and problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him&lt;br /&gt;lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.&lt;br /&gt;Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing&lt;br /&gt;and pleasant voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or&lt;br /&gt;integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always&lt;br /&gt;exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to&lt;br /&gt;question him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A good wife always knows her place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-116048806327163908?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/116048806327163908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=116048806327163908' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116048806327163908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116048806327163908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/10/lets-get-back-to-basicspt-2.html' title='Let&apos;s get back to the basics..pt 2'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-116007101521187202</id><published>2006-10-05T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:57:56.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Desk</title><content type='html'>I have been accused of being an blogger tease, I guess that means that I don't post enough. I don't want to disappoint any loyal fans by not posting enough, how dare I!!? Some people post about daily events in their life. Others post about special things that happen to them or significant strides they have made regarding a certain topic. Well, either I'm not that interesting or not that much stuff happens to me in one day. My day consists of loving on my family and working. Loving on my family is great and I guess I could share of all the cute little things that my kids say, but that's not me. My work, is just that.....WORK. So I have to post things that are funny and make me laugh at life.&lt;br /&gt;So, I found this clip awhile back and thought that I would share this.....Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fybbqyzVjvk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fybbqyzVjvk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="375"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-116007101521187202?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/116007101521187202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=116007101521187202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116007101521187202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/116007101521187202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/10/help-desk.html' title='Help Desk'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-115999610546474505</id><published>2006-10-04T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T10:40:45.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A night at the movies</title><content type='html'>The other day at work we got into a discusion about favorite movies. Everyone had their favs. I was rackin' my brains to remember mine. I know, I know...remember??! "Everyone knows their favorite movie". I just couldn't remember mine. The reason being is that mine is a foreign film, every time I watch it, I just have to smile. Here's the link to a small clip....I hope you like it too(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click on picture below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)......&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;amazingbrenda&lt;/span&gt;, this is for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4z6wiryYGq8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4z6wiryYGq8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-115999610546474505?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/115999610546474505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=115999610546474505' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/115999610546474505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/115999610546474505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/10/night-at-movies.html' title='A night at the movies'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-115923756782915498</id><published>2006-09-25T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:26:07.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo Jack Potato Sack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/1600/IMG_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/IMG_0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon was absolutely gorgeous. Big blue sky, snow on the mountain peaks, bright sun. Perfect day to go for a bike ride!! We saddled up and headed for the trail. I was on my trusty Schwinn, L was pullin Pocky &amp; Si was on his hotrod. After a 'once-around' the block we stopped at the school/local park. Feeling good, I comendered Si's hotrod and took it for a spin. First spin was great, felling cocky, I took it around for some more. I found the goal of everyboy who has mastered the hum-drum pedeling process.....a jump! That's right a bon-a-fide jump. Not just any jump, but a natural jump, made from the hills we road on. With glee and excitement, I approached. "Yes, success, I made it" Next time.....FASTER!!! I swung that iron peddling machine arround and set my gaze. "Faster, Higher, Better" I let loose and peddled, aiming for the best spot, there it is!!! Up, up &amp;amp; Down, and down hard, right on my left knee and arm. AAAAGGHHHHH that hurt. Don't let the boys see the pain. Yes pain, road rash pain. This is a learning experience, "For who?" you may ask, well the boys of course. Don't ever let them see you cry, suck it up &amp; act like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Some other kids were in the park that day, the wanted to know what Si's name was, in his hesitation they said "Hey what's your name?.......Is it Jo Jack Potato sack?"&lt;br /&gt;What does that have to do w/ my stunt.....nothing just thought it was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-115923756782915498?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/115923756782915498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=115923756782915498' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/115923756782915498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/115923756782915498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/09/jo-jack-potato-sack.html' title='Jo Jack Potato Sack'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715772.post-115872199491156668</id><published>2006-09-19T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:28:16.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bringing home a baby Bumble Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/1600/Bumble%20Bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/Bumble%20Bee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being my first blog in the Blogger world I feel I must start w/ the most recent happening in My life....Last week was getting ready to tear into some lucious Bumble Bee Ready to Eat Chicken Salad. It makes a wonderful snack ( 6 crackers w/ evenly spread Chicken Salad atop of them. Well, I was meticulously setting up for the spread and noticed that I only had 5 crackers, yep, 5, count them....count them I did!!! Where was the sixth one? Still in the package? Nope, empty. With a very disappointed look on my face &amp; an empty space in my stomach. I stepped up, went to BumbleBee.com and let my feelings be known. Feeling alittle contentment w/ my situation I proceeded to enjoy my 5 fully loaded Chicken Salad crackers. I forgot all about my little rant and last week I received in the mail, 2 coupons, 1 for .25 off Any Variety, Any Size Bumble Bee Product &amp;amp; 1 for One FREE Any Variety.....Mission Accomplilshed....I love Bumble Bee!!! This just makes me want to sing &lt;em&gt;"....I'm bringing home a baby Bumble Bee, won't my mommy be so proud of me..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Appetit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34715772-115872199491156668?l=thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/feeds/115872199491156668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34715772&amp;postID=115872199491156668' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/115872199491156668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34715772/posts/default/115872199491156668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtyschnee.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-bringing-home-baby-bumble-bee.html' title='I&apos;m bringing home a baby Bumble Bee'/><author><name>Semic70</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127635969937996211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5198/3831/320/getting%20it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
