<?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-8006308</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:47:37.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><subtitle type='html'>So...you like...stuff?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-115267153966285699</id><published>2006-07-11T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:32:19.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Puzzle Theory</title><content type='html'>Is there only one person out there for me? One person that is meant to be with me? One person that I was destined to meet? To marry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain my puzzle theory. We (the dating community) spend a lot of our time trying to find people we click with. It seems like a never-ending search for people with similar interests, morals, values and beliefs. As you know, there are many different types of people out there, but many have similar qualities and characteristics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzles have many different themes, but many of them are similar. You will see puzzles with pictures of waterscapes with boats, or a landscape with a farm, or even a whitewater rafting scene. I bet you know which puzzle I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all trying to find other puzzles that match our own. We go on dates and ask questions, trying to find out what kind of puzzle they are. Some people like to hide their puzzle, while others it’s easy to tell right off the bat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we find a puzzle that matches our own, we must find that piece that fits to ours. A puzzle piece Is generally surrounded by 4 other pieces, that will fit perfectly in place. When looking for the pieces that fit, you must try and put together many different pieces without success. It does get frustrating at times, but patience is required. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people believe they found a piece that fits to theirs, and they try to force the pieces together. This will only result in broken pieces, and no one likes that. Some people keep trying to force the pieces together for many years, and I’m sure you know at least one couple that is like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are four pieces that fit yours, there’s not only one person that will fit well with you. You may find a piece that fits, but maybe things don’t work out due to timing or other circumstances. You just need to realize that there are other pieces out there that will fit perfectly with you. Remember, puzzles require patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-115267153966285699?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/115267153966285699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=115267153966285699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/115267153966285699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/115267153966285699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-puzzle-theory.html' title='My Puzzle Theory'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-115064678290306413</id><published>2006-06-18T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T13:06:22.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Next step in the game of life</title><content type='html'>-I bought a house, and I move in tomorrow. That is fucking crazy. I'm doing what I've said I'd always do...live for free. With the basement rented out and a roommate upstairs, the income pays for the mortgage. In a few years, once I'm settled into this place, I'll buy another and have a pretty good cash flow. I'd like to own 10 properties and sell them off when I retire. Millionaire! Cha-ching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Hey, what are you doing. Oww. Screw off. Another one?! Are you mental? I'll get you back in the morning, you know this, right? Fucker!" That was my body talking last night. I went out last night with some of the teachers from Trimble. I think I drank a little more than I should have. I hurty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I got a job lined up for next year. I'd be the Phys Ed teacher at Tantramar, but with the job also comes being the Athletic Director. One needs to work at a school for about 15 years to become director. It's a huge responsibility, and I have to tell him on Monday (tomorrow) if I'm going to accept it. Maybe I'll flip a coin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-115064678290306413?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/115064678290306413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=115064678290306413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/115064678290306413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/115064678290306413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/06/next-step-in-game-of-life.html' title='Next step in the game of life'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114946025298406806</id><published>2006-06-04T19:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T19:30:53.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Need for speed??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/2003-bandit600s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/320/2003-bandit600s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've been busy for the last 2 weeks, especially with volunteering. I can't wait till Wednesday. That's the last day of kids at school. After that, it's exams, and then graduation and prom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'll be moving into my new place in 26 days. I just got my stove today. It's second hand, but only 2 years old...and I got it for $250. Sa-weeet!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That lady-friend is history. Back on the dating scene, and finding some interesting people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why is there a picture of a street bike? I'm on a new kick. My kicks are getting expensive. I'll be calling the DMV tomorrow to set up a time to take my written test, and then I'll be taking the safety course the 2nd weekend in July. All because I met a girl on a bike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114946025298406806?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114946025298406806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114946025298406806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114946025298406806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114946025298406806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/06/need-for-speed.html' title='Need for speed??'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114927794382977189</id><published>2006-06-02T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:52:23.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've made a difference in a students life. I told him I was very proud of him, and he said that no one other than his dad has ever said that to him before. It's crazy what you can find out when you talk to a student as a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114927794382977189?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114927794382977189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114927794382977189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114927794382977189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114927794382977189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-made-difference-in-students-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114834603073356810</id><published>2006-05-22T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:44:36.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm poor (but happy)</title><content type='html'>I went to my first auction today. I really didn't know what to expect. I signed up, and got a number card to place bids. At first, I kinda just sat there, taking it all in, learning the lingo and semantics of it all. I had went in the night before and looked at the stuff that they would be auctioning off. I made a want-list and marked them with a price that I would pay. I found out that price did not determine when I quit bidding on an item. There was a desk I said I wouldnt' pay more than $20 or, and I spent $50. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is a list of things I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled cheese maker - $5 (worth that)&lt;br /&gt;DVD player - $15 (worth $50)&lt;br /&gt;Glass cooking pot - $20 (worth $90)&lt;br /&gt;Solid pine end table - $20 (the wood alone is worth $50)&lt;br /&gt;Maple desk - $50 (worth $150-200)&lt;br /&gt;Queen-size pillow-cushion mattress and boxspring - $510 (worth $900+)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most prized possession...it was the showcase of the auction. The item that everyone wanted, but no one had the courage to bid on it...an antique master bedroom set, dating back to the early 1900's. Included are a high-post bed frame (handcarved), a dresser with a huge vanity mirror, and a 6-foot highboy dresser. If bought new, today, it would cost $17000...that's seventeen THOUSAND! This set, as I was told by many other auction-goers, should have went for nothing less than $5000. And I got it for $2300. There were only 2 things sold today where people clapped for the buyer, and I was one of them. I know I got a good deal, and this was probably the best investment I'll ever make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw E-bay, the real stuff is the shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114834603073356810?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114834603073356810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114834603073356810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114834603073356810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114834603073356810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-poor-but-happy.html' title='I&apos;m poor (but happy)'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114800728184181113</id><published>2006-05-18T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:54:41.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting story...</title><content type='html'>I was out this morning for a meeting with the middle school about the students we'll be getting in the fall. So, I had a detailed lesson prepared for my supply teacher, and went happily along my way. Before I left, for no reason at all, I decided to write my lesson on the board so all the students could see what they were supposed to work on. I even wrote at the botton "There are eyes watching you. Be on your best behavior". When I got back later that morning, I learned that there was no supply teacher, or any teacher for that matter, taking care of my classes while I was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was "Oh shit, what the hell did they do to my classroom". To my surprise, it was spotless. My next thought was "Oh shit, they didn't do any of the work I left for them". Again, to my surprise, some students took the lead in the absense of a teacher, and became a pseudo-teacher. The handed out all the sheets, and even corrected them on the overhead. I near shat my pants when I heard this. They're never this good when I'm there! I better leave more often and let them run the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a few students thought my note on the board was a code, and they tried to crack it all class. They tried to figure out who the spy was. A few CSI wannabe's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114800728184181113?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114800728184181113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114800728184181113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114800728184181113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114800728184181113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/05/interesting-story.html' title='interesting story...'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114713103038372269</id><published>2006-05-08T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:30:30.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"If I can't find a way, I'll make one"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/100_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/320/100_0703.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most amazing weekend in a long time. I spent 5 days and 4 nights at Cape Enrage with some of the best students Moncton has to offer. They showed outstanding leadership skills that I admire a great deal. During the weekend, I had the chance to lead 3 full days of kayaking. I got a little burnt, but I enjoyed my time on the water. Even got to rescue a few students who tipped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Sunday, when I got back, I had a lovely dinner with my new lady-friend. She's a massage therapist, so my sore muscles got a little treat for dessert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114713103038372269?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114713103038372269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114713103038372269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114713103038372269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114713103038372269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-i-cant-find-way-ill-make-one.html' title='&quot;If I can&apos;t find a way, I&apos;ll make one&quot;'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114652812164365324</id><published>2006-05-01T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:16:08.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/WAIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/400/WAIT.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited. Well worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114652812164365324?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114652812164365324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114652812164365324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114652812164365324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114652812164365324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-waited.html' title=''/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114513797576015253</id><published>2006-04-15T18:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:52:55.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson of the day</title><content type='html'>You can make your day when you make someone else's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of that on the way home from a friends house. I dropped her off, and saw that there was a lemonade stand down the street. I did a U-ee, and asked them for a glass. They said 25 cents, so I gave them a five. I told them they could keep the change, and they freaked out!! "HE SAID WE COULD KEEP THE CHANGE!! AHHHH! AHHHH!" It was hilarious. It put a smile on my face the whole way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114513797576015253?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114513797576015253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114513797576015253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114513797576015253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114513797576015253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/04/lesson-of-day.html' title='Lesson of the day'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114480360993498284</id><published>2006-04-11T21:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:00:09.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I got mad skills</title><content type='html'>I went to an archery night. Bow-hunting skills - CHECK, Nunchuck and computer-hacking skills - working on them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114480360993498284?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114480360993498284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114480360993498284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114480360993498284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114480360993498284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-got-mad-skills.html' title='I got mad skills'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114455218261735305</id><published>2006-04-08T23:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:09:42.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like to take a survey?</title><content type='html'>Ten years ago: I got my first speeding ticket...almost got away too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago: I was in Room 215 with Oldman Hickey...probably plotting some devious plan of throwing Jenny Big Boobs in the shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago: I was living my dream...teaching Outdoor Pursuits to an amazing group of kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five snacks: (not necessarily in order of preference)&lt;br /&gt;1. Roman Nougats&lt;br /&gt;2. Ketchup chips (but not too much ketchup)&lt;br /&gt;3. Yogurt covered raisins&lt;br /&gt;4. cereal&lt;br /&gt;5. Wheat Thins (to help keep my girlish figure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five songs I know all the words to: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I actually don't know ALL the words to any song, but they are the ones I try to sing)&lt;br /&gt;1. Shoop - Salt N Peppa&lt;br /&gt;2. Beautiful Day - U2&lt;br /&gt;3. Scatman - Scatman John&lt;br /&gt;4. Toxic - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;5. Wannabe - Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I would do with $100 million:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay for my Element&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay for my house&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to Ireland &lt;br /&gt;4. Upgrade everything at the school I'm working at&lt;br /&gt;5. Give millions to charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five places to run away to:&lt;br /&gt;1. The open road&lt;br /&gt;2. Halifax&lt;br /&gt;3. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;4. Fundy&lt;br /&gt;5. A good book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I would never wear:&lt;br /&gt;1. Blue suede shoes&lt;br /&gt;2. mesh shirts&lt;br /&gt;3. short shorts&lt;br /&gt;4. a mullet&lt;br /&gt;5. breast enhancers (same as Kayla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five favorite tv shows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't watch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five biggest joys:&lt;br /&gt;1. seeing a kid learn something new&lt;br /&gt;2. meeting someone new&lt;br /&gt;3. enjoying the outdoors&lt;br /&gt;4. magic&lt;br /&gt;5. my health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite toys:&lt;br /&gt;1. My Element&lt;br /&gt;2. Lappy (laptop)&lt;br /&gt;3. iPod&lt;br /&gt;4. cards&lt;br /&gt;5. camera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114455218261735305?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114455218261735305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114455218261735305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114455218261735305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114455218261735305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/04/would-you-like-to-take-survey.html' title='Would you like to take a survey?'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114444263796797810</id><published>2006-04-07T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T17:43:57.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME TO PARTY</title><content type='html'>We, here at WTF, have reached the 20,000 hit marker! I think that deserves a round of applause. *faint clapping in the background  Let's try to make it to 50,000....by next Thursday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114444263796797810?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114444263796797810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114444263796797810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114444263796797810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114444263796797810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-to-party.html' title='TIME TO PARTY'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114398832244409342</id><published>2006-04-02T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T11:32:02.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Witty subject line</title><content type='html'>Poley Mountain was open for one last day, and I was there to enjoy it. The temperature was 15, the sun was shining, and the snow was melting...to the point of creating small rivers on the hill. It was so wet, it wasn't really skiing at all...it was more like water-skiing, but fun nonetheless. At the bottom of the hill near the lift, there was a 15 foot passage of water, and I tried turning while gliding through it. Needless to say, it wasn't pretty. Huge fall, huge splash, and now I have a huge pain in my knee. But again, it was a worthwhile day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114398832244409342?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114398832244409342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114398832244409342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114398832244409342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114398832244409342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/04/witty-subject-line.html' title='Witty subject line'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114330036287965112</id><published>2006-03-25T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:26:02.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh glorious hot girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/10796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/320/10796.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with my roommate-to-be last night. We didn't really do much. Drove around, went to Homesense and the pet store. Lee-ann, 21, who is a 4'11, small blonde will be moving in with me in June. She's very attractive, bowever...every single pair of her shoes have heels! A real life Barbie doll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she went home, I went out to play pool with Scott. Dooley's was packed, but we got a table right in the front room. After about 20 minutes, I noticed the server. She was by far, THE hottest girl I have ever seen in Moncton. I played horrible all night I was so distracted. Couldn't make a shot if my life depended on it. Needless to say, I think I found a new hobby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114330036287965112?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114330036287965112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114330036287965112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114330036287965112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114330036287965112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-glorious-hot-girl.html' title='oh glorious hot girl'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114211238454426652</id><published>2006-03-11T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:26:24.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ded eye spel thet write?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/cheer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/320/cheer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you took all their brains out, I bet you could fit them all in a tube of toothpaste. I came across a blog for cheerleaders and found this entry to be quite amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG i hate it whe the bases dont catch the flyer it is so anoying because then i get all the whight and end up up falling back words ... last night that happened and now i have such a BIG bruses on my leg and they thought that i broke it and it hurts when i walk on it now if they just did there part then i would be fine but know the doctors say i cant practice and that ****s for me and i was the one who did it right so that is like my big one &lt;br /&gt;*when the people that cant lift a girl get mad because they arent the main base &lt;br /&gt;* when flyers get mad at there best friends because there friend is a more advansed flyer then she is and can do many more stunts &lt;br /&gt;* when the flyers say that they cant do a stunt because they say that this peron isent my back spot or this person isent my base &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well many more but i got to go &lt;br /&gt;Wimps lift wieghs , cheereladers lift people &lt;br /&gt;Rocketsgirl26"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay particular attention to her spelling of backwards, bruises and isn't. Wimps lift weights, and cheerleaders may lift people, but they sure do lower the national IQ average.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114211238454426652?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114211238454426652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114211238454426652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114211238454426652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114211238454426652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/03/ded-eye-spel-thet-write.html' title='ded eye spel thet write?'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114200944200367932</id><published>2006-03-10T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T12:50:42.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold on the butt</title><content type='html'>I went to the Rodeo last night. What a mistake. First, I got ditched by the bitch I went with. And then proceeded to see 2 girls in Grade 10 that go to my school. The bar was filled with little under-agers. Needless to say, I spent a good part of the night avoiding any type of contact with the youngin's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new bathroom here is almost complete. We use to have sliding doors to the bath, but now we have a curtain. I really don't like the 'cold curtain' effect. You're standing there, minding your own business, and BAM, cold curtain sneeks up behind you and almost sends ya flyin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114200944200367932?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114200944200367932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114200944200367932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114200944200367932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114200944200367932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/03/cold-on-butt.html' title='Cold on the butt'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114174172492177577</id><published>2006-03-07T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:28:44.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was pretty hectic. I started off the morning by putting a nail through my foot. The bathroom is being redone, and I went in to take a peek. Bad idea. I had a meeting with 2 banks to try and get my damn mortgage...what a headache. Had a meeting to to set up an adventure camp at my school. My car alarm has been going off randomly, so I took that in to get fixed. My back wiperblade fell off, so I drove around Moncton trying to find a replacement. And the day was topped of my visiting the doctor for a tetanus shot. Now my foot really hurts and so does my arm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114174172492177577?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114174172492177577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114174172492177577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114174172492177577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114174172492177577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/03/crazy-day_07.html' title='Crazy day'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114157187122362840</id><published>2006-03-05T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:37:01.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/100_0626.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/200/100_0626.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/100_0617.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/200/100_0617.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/100_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/200/100_0623.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114157187122362840?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114157187122362840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114157187122362840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114157187122362840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114157187122362840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-house_05.html' title='New House!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114157032894145335</id><published>2006-03-05T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:01:05.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/100_0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/200/100_0620.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/100_0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/200/100_0618.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/100_0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/200/100_0616.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114157032894145335?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114157032894145335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114157032894145335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114157032894145335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114157032894145335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-house.html' title='New House!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114143494933052866</id><published>2006-03-03T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:15:49.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights, Camera, Action</title><content type='html'>Today was the teacher's variety show. WOW. Hilarious. I was in about 7 skits, so when I got home today, I crashed. I even got a standing ovation after one of my skits. All the others were really well done. Kids had a great time. Now it's March Break. What to do, what to do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114143494933052866?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114143494933052866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114143494933052866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114143494933052866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114143494933052866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/03/lights-camera-action.html' title='Lights, Camera, Action'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114134063400002426</id><published>2006-03-02T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:03:54.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I borrow $118,000 please?</title><content type='html'>Good things that happened recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got paid today.&lt;br /&gt;2. I found out I'm getting a shitload of money back from income tax.&lt;br /&gt;3. I got my 'D' contract!! &lt;br /&gt;4. I was written about me by a student in an opinion survey that I was the best teacher in New Brunswick! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;5. I bought a freakin house! Proud new owner of a 3 bedroom house! Here's the details: it's near West lane in Moncton, it has cathedral ceilings, enclosed deck, 3 bdrm upstairs, massive kitchen, dining room, family room, dishwasher, garburator, lights in all the closets, 2bdrm basement apt. So ya, I had a hard time falling asleep last night. If you need me, I'll be over here peeing my pants with excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114134063400002426?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114134063400002426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114134063400002426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114134063400002426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114134063400002426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/03/can-i-borrow-118000-please.html' title='Can I borrow $118,000 please?'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-114036986304594406</id><published>2006-02-19T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T13:29:00.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>S to the tuart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/400/p2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Valentine's Day has come and gone. I think you know where this is going... Stupid holiday for stupid couples. God it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got that off my chest, back to reality. The teacher's variety show is coming up at the end of next week. I have been 'elected' to play Stuart (the larger-than-life boy from MadTV). The skit involves me getting my picture taken...in my underwear. Now, I've never had a problem with dancing around half naked in residence, but in front of a school...I'll let ya know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another classic SNL skit I'd like to try on stage. The Jim Carrey jacuzzi lifeguard scene featuring Will Ferrell. If you know which one I mean, you're already laughing. I just need to find someone to play the 'swimmer'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to cleaning my room. Boy, I can't wait to say 'back to cleaning my house'. Soon my friends. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-114036986304594406?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114036986304594406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=114036986304594406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114036986304594406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/114036986304594406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/02/s-to-tuart.html' title='S to the tuart'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113983425764734851</id><published>2006-02-13T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:37:37.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SCHOOL!!!</title><content type='html'>In your face teachers! Oh, wait...  shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113983425764734851?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113983425764734851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113983425764734851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113983425764734851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113983425764734851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-school.html' title='NO SCHOOL!!!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113976029232540948</id><published>2006-02-12T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:04:55.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture perfect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/balloons.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/320/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts. It's filled with too many things to think about. This whole buying a duplex is a lot of work. It's the sitting down and figuring out the financing. And also not settling for just any place. I'm going to see a place today, but I don't think it fits what I'm looking for. Oh well, no rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the summer fast approaching, I need to start thinking about my summer job. Being on a 'D' contract, I won't get paid during the summer, and if I buy a duplex, I'll still need income. Now, there's a sweet kayak guide job at the Rocks, but it's $8/hr...before taxes. I'd make more on Employment Insurance!! I got thinking last night, and Halifax is looking more appealing. Rickshawing is a tough job, but it pays more than teaching. How fucked is that!? I made about $14/hr last summer. I'm just not sure if my knee can take it again. I'm going to have to start running now to see if I can handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a snapshot of my life at this point. Say Cheese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113976029232540948?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113976029232540948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113976029232540948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113976029232540948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113976029232540948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/02/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture perfect?'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113969195958934085</id><published>2006-02-11T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T17:05:59.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb.11, 2006...a birthday to remember</title><content type='html'>I'm 25. Crazy. Fucking. Shit. I spent the day reading, cleaning my car and getting groceries. What a party. Well, see ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113969195958934085?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113969195958934085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113969195958934085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113969195958934085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113969195958934085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/02/feb11-2006a-birthday-to-remember.html' title='Feb.11, 2006...a birthday to remember'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113875267608852455</id><published>2006-01-31T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:14:31.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>So here are the results from being tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs You've Had In Your Life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Teacher&lt;br /&gt;2. Rickshaw Runner (best job ever)&lt;br /&gt;3. Skatepark Coordinator (held the largest competiton in NB..ah thank you)&lt;br /&gt;4. Adventure Guide (good ole Cape Enrage) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies you Could Watch Over and Over Again:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tommy Boy (i think i've seen it about 47 times)&lt;br /&gt;2. The Game (messed up with a wicked ending)&lt;br /&gt;3. Cable Guy (shut up, it's a good movie)&lt;br /&gt;4. Best of Chris Farley DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places You've Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Salisbury, NB (born and raised...until gr5)&lt;br /&gt;2. Riverview, NB (a great placed to grow...a third leg)&lt;br /&gt;3. Fredericton, NB (MacKenzie house for 4 years, Bridges for 1)&lt;br /&gt;4. Halifax, NS (lived there the past 2 summers...best summers of my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows You Love to Watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't watch tv&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to watch Big Brother when it first came out&lt;br /&gt;3. Oh, Apprentice is good&lt;br /&gt;4. Old 80's shows like the Fresh Prince!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places You've Been On Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Went 1/2 way across Canada last summer (Hearst, Ont)&lt;br /&gt;2. Toronto (With fam)&lt;br /&gt;3. Montreal&lt;br /&gt;4. New York (art trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Blogs You Visit Daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. My own&lt;br /&gt;2. Fem.tube&lt;br /&gt;3. Jaymi&lt;br /&gt;4. Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of Your Favorite Foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Seafood!! Just about anything from the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;2. Breakfast foods.... 3 eggs (no yolk), bacon, ham, sausage, hashbrowns and toast&lt;br /&gt;3. Corn on the cob with loads of butter&lt;br /&gt;4. Lemon Meringue pie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places You'd Rather Be:&lt;br /&gt;1. In my own house...sooooon&lt;br /&gt;2. Ireland (Jaymi's place, and mine as well)&lt;br /&gt;3. In an airplane&lt;br /&gt;4. On a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Vehicles You've Owned:&lt;br /&gt;1. MY ORANGE ELEMENT!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom's Mustang...aka. the Rustang&lt;br /&gt;3. My grey '91 Chevy Cavalier&lt;br /&gt;4. The '87 Subaru Chaser (if you can remember the Merth-mobile from Wayne's World...ya, that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four People to Be Tagged...in the nutsack:&lt;br /&gt;1. Corey Taylor&lt;br /&gt;2. Jonny Watts&lt;br /&gt;3. Jared Lewis&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mom...ya, I saw her balls....they were gross looking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113875267608852455?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113875267608852455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113875267608852455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113875267608852455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113875267608852455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113855388115370614</id><published>2006-01-29T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T12:58:01.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/ml202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/320/ml202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/320/red.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom came home last night with an early birthday present. She bought me the book 'Real Estate Investing in Canada'. I've already read the first 4 chapters, and it tells you to have a specific goal to work towards...not to just wish to have more money. In the book, I wrote a paragraph of where I see myself in 10 years along with what my house will look like, So I spend some of this morning looking at dream homes and here is mine. I love the color, the style and the size. And the back deck would look something like that. You guys can come over for a beer if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113855388115370614?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113855388115370614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113855388115370614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113855388115370614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113855388115370614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/01/dream-house.html' title='Dream House'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113847279652471913</id><published>2006-01-28T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:27:55.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/pac%20man.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/320/pac%20man.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patches...you so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a mortgage broker and I'm pre-approved for 130,000. I came home and looked up places in moncton that are income properties. So starting next week, I'll be house shopping. One of them has a jacuzzi, so that would be relaxing after a long day at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get that car starter put in my car today too. $300 is steep, but it would so be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as of Friday, I'm now helping out with the school photo club. They just bought a $1500 camera, so I get to go to the events and take shots. Sa-weet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113847279652471913?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113847279652471913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113847279652471913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113847279652471913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113847279652471913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/01/patches.html' title=''/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113815256568187972</id><published>2006-01-24T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:30:52.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S MAGIC!</title><content type='html'>I have found a way to post my magic videos on the net. Just click play...to be amazed! &lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DhwAAAChuOj09QHH2hauBjmHbUkthnwBShgWtjXIfl0zvXqYCmpU5_Uo03uHcPXhoRIbKYEVadl66VAVngStMNvZZBfyuvAJ_bcrzKVJZghbOlozlkuWFD1WiK569tibnqYfAgeEvcdBlG3cpjlDyC25KuXGeqyDy0tOBM2lOJONnFXC1bQAEHo7no-fCLmX0VrsBGg%26sigh%3DNStc6T1WZwAuQbW7Q6VwCLPMw4o%26begin%3D0%26len%3D12167%26docid%3D495119766070879508&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer%3Fcontentid%3D5821bdefe18d85b5%26second%3D5%26itag%3Dw320%26urlcreated%3D1138152445%26sigh%3DZbRfKnJsPZ6-Mw6_7tInT0ZbALU&amp;playerId=495119766070879508&amp;playerMode=embedded" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" wmode="window" salign="TL" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113815256568187972?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113815256568187972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113815256568187972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113815256568187972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113815256568187972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-magic.html' title='IT&apos;S MAGIC!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113795575133145645</id><published>2006-01-22T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:49:11.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On being a teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/1959-grade-4-teacher-un.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/320/1959-grade-4-teacher-un.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every job has it's ups and downs. Teaching is no different. Allow me to share with you the pros and cons of being in the education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro - Summers off! That gives you lots of time to go see all the summer blockbusters!&lt;br /&gt;Con - You get shit thrown at the back of your head if you don't sit in the back row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro - The money isn't great, but it's enough to buy a nice, cozy house.&lt;br /&gt;Con - It gets egged every Halloween and every second Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro - You don't have to work on weekends, giving you the opportunity to hit up the downtown scene.&lt;br /&gt;Con - Grinding with your students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro - Getting presents and cards from your students on holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Con - Getting anonymous love notes from your students on holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro - Being able to mold the minds of today's youth.&lt;br /&gt;Con - Waking up to a molded snow-dick on your front lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wanna be a teacher?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113795575133145645?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113795575133145645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113795575133145645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113795575133145645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113795575133145645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-being-teacher.html' title='On being a teacher'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113786102325337072</id><published>2006-01-21T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:30:23.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain can suck it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/100_0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/320/100_0349.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk in Centennial Park the other day and was it ever flooded. We had to crossed/jump across this 'river'. Fun times in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was a sad day. It was the last time I'll teach three of my classes, as they'll be switching teachers for 2nd term. At the end of the day, three of students told me I was their best math teacher they ever had. One gave me credit for bringing his mark from a 50% to a 70%. I replied by saying it was he who brought it up, not me. Another guy said he never liked math before until he took it with me. So it was a happy day I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of trying to find a site that I can upload my magic tricks onto. Once I do, I'll post them so you don't have to take my word for it. You will believe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113786102325337072?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113786102325337072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113786102325337072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113786102325337072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113786102325337072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/01/rain-can-suck-it.html' title='Rain can suck it!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113725488478984238</id><published>2006-01-14T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:08:05.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day for ducks...and kite flyers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/100_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/320/100_0099.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pic with my new camera. I love it. It's got good zoom, so I can peer into my neighbors windows...I mean, get close-up shots of flowers...ya. Hmm, what have I been up to (asking a question is a good way to introduce what you've actually done...it works well when talking to someone too). I've been to quite a few movies. Probably more in the past month than all year. Just saw Dick and Jane...funny movie if you like stupid humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had my first week back to work after the xmas break. I was so tired and drained after every day. There's only 1 more week (all review), before the exams. So that's my plans for this weekend. Make an exam (thumbs down). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I've been looking at duplexes recently. One was a dump, the other was alright. I have to get pre-approved for a mortgage next week, so that'll give me an idea of how much I can actually afford. Can wait to get outta this place. AHHHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113725488478984238?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113725488478984238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113725488478984238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113725488478984238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113725488478984238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-day-for-ducksand-kite-flyers.html' title='Great day for ducks...and kite flyers'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113659304203257894</id><published>2006-01-06T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:17:22.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Break almost over...</title><content type='html'>...and nothing accomplished. Well, I shouldnt say that. I went skating. That was a good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas was good to me. Got a digital cam, remote car starter, clothes, small stereo, booster cables, alarm clock and some other small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boxing day was exciting. I got up at 5:30am with my brother and got in line at Future Shop at 6:30am. It was worth it. Saved $80 on a memory card. Now I can take an hour long porn, I mean, video on my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saw King Kong. Talk about Friggin Long...over 3 hours! But it didn't feel that long. I recommend it. Going to see that Geisha movie tonight. I'll let ya know if it's a chick flick or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-New Years was awesome. Saw a shitload of people in Fredericton. Even old high school buddies. I even got to be the sole witness to the HUGE fight at the end of the night between Kimp and Q-Ball. AWKWARD!!! Excellent night nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to hop in the shower and get wet. Wet and clean. So wet and so clean...good song title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113659304203257894?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113659304203257894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113659304203257894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113659304203257894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113659304203257894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2006/01/break-almost-over.html' title='Break almost over...'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113592292197802474</id><published>2005-12-30T02:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T02:08:41.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>drunking. hi&lt;br /&gt;drinking water...it's good&lt;br /&gt;posting to sayh hi&lt;br /&gt;saw 8 students&lt;br /&gt;gross&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113592292197802474?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113592292197802474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113592292197802474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113592292197802474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113592292197802474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/12/drunking.html' title=''/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113552178376711168</id><published>2005-12-25T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T10:43:03.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Mom</title><content type='html'>I gave her a Christmas card, one of the lines said something like 'a house where it's ok to make mistakes and try again', and she started balling. So we're good to go. I was up some early too..7:40am. And I got quite a few nice things. I'll post em later. I have to go take pictures with me new camera. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113552178376711168?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113552178376711168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113552178376711168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113552178376711168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113552178376711168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/12/update-on-mom.html' title='Update on Mom'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113522211685213136</id><published>2005-12-21T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:28:36.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the season to be irritated</title><content type='html'>Everything seems to be falling perfectly into place for me. So why is it that I feel so irritated? I usually have a fair amount of control over my feelings, but things are starting to get to me. Maybe I just need the Christmas break to get here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a lot of shit going on at school, with both teachers and students. There was a personal attack on 4 teachers, myself included, posted all over the school yesterday in the form of a letter. The three other teachers were very hurt by it, and went home crying. I looked at it and thought to myself 'sticks and stones'. It makes no difference to me what a couple of students think of me. As a result, there was one student who took it upon herself to write a letter to the teacher of the school to say that we are respected and appreciated for all the extra effort that we put in. It was then passed around the student body and signed as a type of petition against those students who posted the slanderous letter. There was over 8 pages of signatures! I always knew our school was filled with amazing students, but this confirmed it. I was really taken back by it. I even posted the signed copies on my wall and the students in my classes that didn't get a chance to sign it jumped at the opportunity to add their names to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm in a fight with mom too. Let me start about two weeks ago. I met this girl, not sure where it would go, if anywhere. I have gone on plenty of dates in the past few months, and mom always asks where I'm going, but I choose to keep her on the dark, for reasons explained later. So she finds out about this girl I'm seeing and asks a bunch of questions, like any mother would. However, she feels it's necessary to tell every person she knows. Where ever I go, I'm always being asked "who's the new girl? what's her name? where's she from?" I had asked mom if she could come for supper on Friday and if she'd make lasagna. Everything was set to go and then at supper tonight, I mentioned to mom that I didn't appreciate her telling everyone under the God blessed sun about my personal life. And then BOOM! She loses it on me and Dad (who told her to calm down). So now, the dinner is a no-go, and she's not talking to me. What a great way to start off the holiday season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, I found out I'm employed for the whole school year. I was supposed to be replaced in March, but the teacher isn't coming back. Today, I also found out what I'll be teaching next term. All math! I know, it doesn't sound that exciting, but to only teach one subject is amazing. I only have to prepare one lesson, make up one test, one assignment. Some teachers have 4 different classes to prepare. So I'm full of glee in that respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, long post. I guess I had a lot on my mind. Merry Christmas to all that read my thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113522211685213136?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113522211685213136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113522211685213136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113522211685213136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113522211685213136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season-to-be-irritated.html' title='&apos;Tis the season to be irritated'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113457221315706368</id><published>2005-12-14T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:56:53.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY!</title><content type='html'>Sweet! No school and I still get paid for it. This is the best day ever! I do have quite a few things I could get done though. Gotta run to the bank and pick a few things up. Maybe wrap some presents. Make a batch of donuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost dies last night. I was on my way home from Shediac, and I didn't realize how bad the storm was. So I was cruising on the highway and I see 2 dim red lights. There was a car about 25 feet in front of me. I couldn't see shit, so I had to go between 50 and 60km/h the whole way home. Longest car drive ever. Anywho, once I made it in town, I had to test out the Element and it's donut-making abilities. It's AWD, but the e-brake is sweet. Ya, I'm 24...so what?! I'll be doing donuts until the day I die. Hopefully I won't die from doing donuts though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113457221315706368?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113457221315706368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113457221315706368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113457221315706368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113457221315706368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113361575589176885</id><published>2005-12-03T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T09:15:57.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The times...they are a changin'</title><content type='html'>There use to be a day when I was unable to drag myself out of bed before the sun rose. Now, that is a daily occurance. I woke up at 8AM today (Saturday) and felt great. That was sleeping in for me. I'm usually up at 6, so that 2 extra hours was AMAZING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting up the lights today. Hope I don't fall off the roof. I've been doing it for 9 years and no accidents yet. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113361575589176885?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113361575589176885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113361575589176885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113361575589176885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113361575589176885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/12/timesthey-are-changin.html' title='The times...they are a changin&apos;'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113312906521329938</id><published>2005-11-27T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T18:04:25.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be...</title><content type='html'>A post? No, this is just a figment of your imagination. Lots has happened, but there has been very little time to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I saw Jarhead. The movie was awesome (and not because you see buddy's ass in it). Everyone should see it. The movie. Not his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chuck Norris is not hung like a horse...horses are hung like Chuck Norris. He's also your daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My magic has been taken to a new level by recently performing at a birthday party........now that you've stopped laughing.......ok, NOW that you've stopped.......ok, now.....SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I woke up and looked out the window today and saw the lawn covered in snow. The first thing that came to mind was "I wonder if school is cancelled".....it was Sunday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113312906521329938?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113312906521329938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113312906521329938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113312906521329938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113312906521329938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/11/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be...'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113096734834260511</id><published>2005-11-02T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:35:48.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 comments</title><content type='html'>It was take your kid to work day for all grade 9's, so I went around and observed my students at the workplace. Well, I went to a gr.6 class where one of my students was helping. I near died laughing. The teacher would ask the class a question and I thought the kids were going to snap their arms off. They were flailing their hands and arms so hard...they were so excited just to answer a question. And then they get to high school and it's like pulling teeth to try and get them to answer anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment number two came to me as I was driving home. Car dealerships have been selling cars for years. And they usually advertise the monthly cost. However, it is becoming more prevalent to advertise it as bi-weekly costs. I then saw a car with the weekly cost printed on it. WTF?! Why don't you tell them them how much per hour they'll be paying for Christ's sake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113096734834260511?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113096734834260511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113096734834260511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113096734834260511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113096734834260511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/11/2-comments.html' title='2 comments'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-113081065894314196</id><published>2005-10-31T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:04:18.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/1600/pumpkin05%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/522/320/pumpkin05%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my pumpkin I had carved for Halloween. It pales in comparison to my other ones, but I only had 40 minutes to carve it. I dressed up as Two-face today at school. A lot of the gr9's had no idea who I was, but the older kids really appreciated it. I gave out candy and told ghost stories at the end of each class too. I've never heard them so quiet. And tonight I dressed up again and sat on the front step. When kids came to the door, I'd jump up and grab them. The last kids of the night had the best reaction by far. He was like "Holy shit, that fucking scared me". HAHHAHA! Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-113081065894314196?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113081065894314196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=113081065894314196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113081065894314196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/113081065894314196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/10/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112976040053436219</id><published>2005-10-19T19:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:20:00.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you tell?</title><content type='html'>Back in elementary school, any girl was available to you. Didn't matter how old or what grade, as long as she was in your school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then high school hits, and in grade 12, you could tell if a girl was your age if she drove a car. So you could check out all the girls driving and have your mind at ease, cause you KNEW they had to be at least 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm 24, how the hell do you know?? All the young ones dress to look older, and the old ones dress to look younger. The first thing I look for on a girl is a ring. It used to be braces back in the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs to walk around with their age posted on them and a sign that says if they're single or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112976040053436219?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112976040053436219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112976040053436219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112976040053436219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112976040053436219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-can-you-tell.html' title='How can you tell?'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112891404479672343</id><published>2005-10-10T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T00:14:04.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I welcome rain with open arms!</title><content type='html'>I retract my last post about the "fucking rain". You see, if it had not been for the rain, I would not have seen a movie with a wicked girl. I would have been in bed. And getting up early to go rappelling instead of heading to her place. Funny how things work out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112891404479672343?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112891404479672343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112891404479672343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112891404479672343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112891404479672343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-welcome-rain-with-open-arms.html' title='I welcome rain with open arms!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112883440274217873</id><published>2005-10-09T02:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T02:11:00.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll have some rain with that rain please</title><content type='html'>Fucking rain, ruins everything. Was supposed to go on this wild and wonderful camping, but rain. Then, I was gonna go rappelling on Monday, but forecast says it's gonna piss. I watched SNL tonight. Haven't seen it in a long time. It's weird seeing the new people on there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a commercial for dog treats that brushes their teeth as they chew it. I friggin want a treat that brushes my teeth. Make teeth-cleaning cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurt. They need to shut now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112883440274217873?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112883440274217873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112883440274217873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112883440274217873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112883440274217873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/10/ill-have-some-rain-with-that-rain.html' title='I&apos;ll have some rain with that rain please'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112841919654235603</id><published>2005-10-04T06:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T06:49:15.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>29 hours in a day?!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posts. I somehow managed to work before the sun came up until after it went down. For shit's sake, I'm working more hours than my Degree deodorant. I'll be hiking Mt. Katahdin this weekend, so I'll take some pics and update after that. Smell ya's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/stressed.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/stressed.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112841919654235603?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112841919654235603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112841919654235603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112841919654235603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112841919654235603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/10/29-hours-in-day.html' title='29 hours in a day?!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112768161953947125</id><published>2005-09-25T17:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T17:53:39.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin's Skydiving Experience</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe I jumped out of a plane! The whole experience seemed surreal. Let me start from Saturday. We showed up at the skydive place and watched an intro movie. That was a little nerve racking. We filled out the forms that said you may die. This was not comforting. So we went through the whole course, which took most of the day, learning things like terms, how to get out of the plane, canopy control and landing. We learned a bunch of emergency procedures too that were practiced for a ridiculous amount of time. But if they drilled it in our heads, it’d stay there. So we were all pumped to jump, but bad news came that the winds were to string to go. We went home disappointed, and called again at 6pm to see if the winds changed. No dice. So we were hoping the next day was going to be nice. And sure enough, I woke up, ripped the curtains open, and yelled “THE LEAVES AREN’T BLOWING!!!!!” I was literally bouncing off the walls. I woke up Jody (friend from school who did the course with me), and we headed out to the field. We showed up, signed up and were the first group up. The gear wasn’t as heavy as I thought, but was it ever tight around the package. I had a DVD made of my experience, so this guy was in my face with a camera asking me all these questions. I did one more practice jump on the mock plane and headed to the real plane. I was so wide-eyed. This was my first time in a plane. And I was jumping out of it. What the hell was I thinking? So I was already freaking out as the plane was taxiing down the runway. We did a 180, and started taking off. My face was plastered to the window the entire time. I was starring at the wheel and started yelling “Oh my God!, Oh my God!, Oh my God!” as it came off the ground. It was breath-taking. I couldn’t say anything; I was in awe. My face in the video is hilarious. It shows me with my eyes glued to the side. Everything was so small. Jody was the first guy out, and when the door opened, it was a huge rush of air in your face. So after he jumped, we did a full circle to get back in line for the jump. I move forward, he checks my pack over. The door opens and it’s my turn. He asks me to put my hand on the side of the door and place my right foot on the wheel. We fly over the drop zone and he says “Climb out and hang”. I put my other arm out on the wing strut and put my other foot out. The wind is pounding you with such great force, you think you’re going to fly off. But once you move out further on the wing, it’s like flying like Superman. My feet were flying in the air behind me and I look back in to the jump master who tells me to ARCH, and GO. I went into the arch position and let go. After that, I remember NOTHING! For five seconds, I was falling through the air and then my chute opened fully. I looked up, saw that my chute was fine and there were no twists in the line. I was sailing! Gliding though the air was the most relaxing experience I have ever had. Nothing else in the world mattered. Then I was like, shit!, I have to do the flying procedures. Grab my controls from above. Turn right. Turn left. Face the wind. Flare. Wind check. Head to the DP (designated point to help find landing field). As I was half done, I realized I needed to take this all in. So for a moment, I looked around, took a deep breath and shook my head in astonishment. I was falling from the sky and grinning like an idiot. As I reached the DP, I was still too high, so I had to do an ‘S’ turn to burn off some altitude. I did my turn and was at the right height to begin my landing phase. At 100 ft, I went to stand-by where I bent my knees and put them together. At 30 ft, the ground seemed to be coming at me very quickly, so I flared, but it was too early. My landing wasn’t perfect, but I landed on my feet and fell to my knees. I got right up and yelled! AMAZING! I gathered the deflated chute, ran over to Jody and said “You got 60 bucks? We’re going again!!!” It was unbelievable that I had to do it again, just so I could try it without that sense of the unknown. Now I knew what to expect. So I went up again, with the plane ride being incredible once again. I was the first to jump this time. Flying out on the wing. GO!!! The parachute opened flawlessly again. I had more time to play around, and I had an altimeter (to tell how high you are). I was up there doing figure-8’s and banked turns by pulling on the risers (ropes connected to the canopy). I was so relaxed. I landed perfectly the second time. One foot then stepped into it and walked it through. And right in the center of the landing zone. I didn’t say a thing until I look up and saw Jody. “HOLY SHIT!” This is a sport I could definitely see myself doing again. I think I hear next weekend calling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112768161953947125?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112768161953947125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112768161953947125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112768161953947125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112768161953947125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/09/kevins-skydiving-experience.html' title='Kevin&apos;s Skydiving Experience'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112742660990114990</id><published>2005-09-22T19:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:03:29.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm freaking out here</title><content type='html'>This Saturday, I'm going up in an airplane and jumping out of it! Is that crazy or what?! I will give you all the update of my experience if I survive. If there's no post, you can have all the stuff in my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112742660990114990?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112742660990114990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112742660990114990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112742660990114990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112742660990114990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-freaking-out-here_22.html' title='I&apos;m freaking out here'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112725110716707759</id><published>2005-09-20T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:18:27.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Get down! There's a bomb!</title><content type='html'>So I've been teaching at Trimble for the past little while. It's been pretty sweet. Rarely have to do lesson plans, cause we do the same thing in the gym everyday. Oh, we had a bomb scare today. I had my class outside and we didnt hear any alarm, so we were on our way back in the building. The other gym class was still IN the gym (where the caller said the bomb was!!!). The intercoms don't work in the gym, so they were told to get out by the cops. They spent 2.3 million dollars on that new gym, and they can't get a PA system that works. KA-BOOM!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112725110716707759?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112725110716707759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112725110716707759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112725110716707759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112725110716707759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/09/get-down-theres-bomb.html' title='Get down! There&apos;s a bomb!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112655270579205278</id><published>2005-09-12T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T16:18:25.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I officially hate grade nines. They are uncontrollable, wild children that need to be put on leashes. That's it. Enough said. I'm too overwhelmed to type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112655270579205278?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112655270579205278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112655270579205278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112655270579205278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112655270579205278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/09/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112613149454207169</id><published>2005-09-07T19:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:21:44.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, back to school, back to school...</title><content type='html'>...to prove to my Dad that I'm not a fool.&lt;br /&gt;My bookbag on, my shoes tied tight.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't get in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my first day back in the teaching scene. It just happens to be Outdoor Pursuits, so I can be sure it'll be games all day. AND there's an assembly on Friday, so it's a gonna be somma easy monay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the concert, CAN YOU SEE ME?!?! I'm right there! Circled in red! I have a green hat on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Crowd%20me%21.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/Crowd%20me%21.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Waldo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112613149454207169?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112613149454207169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112613149454207169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112613149454207169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112613149454207169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-back-to-school-back-to-school.html' title='Oh, back to school, back to school...'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112581617196796719</id><published>2005-09-04T03:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T03:42:51.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can say is...WTF???</title><content type='html'>It all started out with me biking around the area of the Stones concert. I noticed that there were a lot of people walking the streets and hopping in cabs. I quickly went home, made a sign that said "Rides to Stones", and began taking people to the concert down Mountain Road. Well, what a little business this turned out to be. In 2 hours, I had made $70. The best part of the whole day...I gave a ride to 6 Cape Breton'ers and they told me it was my lucky day. In exchange for the ride, they gave me a free Stones ticket. That was worth $120!! SO I parked the car and saw the most amazing concert on the face of this earth. I was about 200ft away from the stage, which was pretty close, seeing as how the back row was 1km away. I don't really care much for the Rolling Stones, but this changed my mind. They're sweet! So ya, I met up with Mike Surrett and Laura Steeves by complete chance and hung around with them all night. At the end, after taking an hour to leave, I continued my little business I had started up and finished the night off with a cool $221. And let me tell you, it was a hell of a lot easier than pulling a rickshaw around. What was I thinking?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112581617196796719?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112581617196796719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112581617196796719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112581617196796719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112581617196796719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-i-can-say-iswtf.html' title='All I can say is...WTF???'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112566495620819799</id><published>2005-09-02T09:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T09:42:36.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>So this one time...</title><content type='html'>I had sex with Corey's mom. How's that for an update?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112566495620819799?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112566495620819799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112566495620819799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112566495620819799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112566495620819799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-this-one-time.html' title='So this one time...'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112554094742132339</id><published>2005-08-31T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:15:47.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back in the R'view. Woot woot! Oh wait, no, that sucks. I'm really gonna miss Halifax. It's such a fun city. There's always something going on. Now I'll have lots of time to sit around and blog it up. Stay tuned folks for some interesting shiznit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112554094742132339?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112554094742132339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112554094742132339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112554094742132339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112554094742132339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/08/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112502092026355888</id><published>2005-08-25T22:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:48:40.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here's some pictures from the summer in Halifax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/2rickshaw.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/2rickshaw.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken by the guys from the Chronicle Herald. Left to right are Sanjay, Tim, Tommy and myself. Damn we're handsome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/DSC01238.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/DSC01238.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we had 8 carts waiting outside St. Mary's to take a wedding party to Public Gardens. Later that night, the wedding reception was crashed by "parties unknown". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/DSC01240.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/DSC01240.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the guys outside the Public Gardens after the wedding ride. Left to right are Ron, Blake, Ben, Sanjay, myself, Phil, Tommy, and Chris. Again, HANDSOME FELLA'S!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112502092026355888?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112502092026355888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112502092026355888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112502092026355888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112502092026355888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/08/running-pictures.html' title='Running Pictures'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112484500054085824</id><published>2005-08-23T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:56:40.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><content type='html'>Kayla's post just reminded me...It was my blogs birthday 5 days ago. Aug.19, 2004, it was brought into this world as a wonderful creation. Let's take a stroll down memory lane at the first post ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome one and all!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hello. I didn't see you come in. Let me be the first to welcome you to my Blog. I really have no idea why I made this site, for 2 reasons: 1) I suck at typing and 2) I'm not funny. I'm just going to blab about what happens here in Halifax while pulling my Rickshaw. I will soon be teaching high school history and outdoor pursuits, so I'm sure there'll be lots of interesting "events" taking place. Like checking out the high school girls. And doing periodic checks to make sure the girls aren't misbehaving in the locker room."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112484500054085824?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112484500054085824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112484500054085824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112484500054085824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112484500054085824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/08/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112476065511124581</id><published>2005-08-22T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T10:51:23.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A pleasant day off</title><content type='html'>I woke up when I woke up today...near noon, and had a quick shower. I had a lot of things to get done. I made some scrambled eggs and &lt;a href="http://perduefoodservice.com/Products/images/FP_turkey_bacon.jpg"&gt;turkey bacon&lt;/a&gt;. Wholesome goodness. That was followed by some laundry. Adam called whilst I was downstairs, and he informed me that the desk and chair I had borrowed was needed to be borrowed back. So after I returned those, I ended up finding a chair on the side of the road. The legs were bent, but with my huge &lt;a href="http://www.chasingthewind.net/Images/fitness.jpg"&gt;muscles&lt;/a&gt;, I bent them back into shape. I made a quick stop to the bank to deposit my filthy &lt;a href="http://www.giftsofthespirit.org/hileague/images/maggianos/cash.JPG"&gt;wad of cash&lt;/a&gt;. I bought a book called "On Personality" hoping that I'll learn something about people, and maybe myself. I went into Hakim Optical and got my shades fixed. One of the thingys fell off, so they put it back on for me. I met up with Amy Oickle later that day for a "date". We went to Freeman's and split a large &lt;a href="http://www.losertown.org/graphics/pizzahutbigny.jpg"&gt;New Yorker pizza&lt;/a&gt;. Man it was good. It was good catching up with her. Got to hear the gossip I've missed out on. She was headed out to Chapters, and I wanted to go too, so I drove her out and stopped at Value Village and picked up another desk, for FIVE BUCKS!! &lt;a href="http://www.bartonandburwell.com/images1/sweet_deal_long_sleeve.jpg"&gt;Sweet deal&lt;/a&gt;. Stopped at Bulk Barn and made off with $30 in yogurt covered raisins and Clodhoppers. Hit up Chapters and bought a present for someone...shhhhh! And on the spot, we decided to hit up a movie while we were out there. We decided on &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;cf=info&amp;id=1808655486"&gt;Red Eye&lt;/a&gt;, which I would somewhat recommend. It had my heart racing a few times, but a little bit predictable. But a good movie nonetheless. I came home and called up some folks that saw me in the paper (friends of the family). They offered to house me for the month of September. I couldn't believe that. Fate man. Let me explain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the waterfront for a cruise ship. The day was kinda slow but I had a ride to the Ferry Terminal. As I was picking up my cart to leave, a woman approached me and asked if I could get 4 carts to do a run for them the next week. I was all pumped that I had a scheduled ride booked. So it was Thurs, Aug 18, and the 4 of us were sitting down on the waterfront for our rides, but it was a NO SHOW! I was kinda bummed out about that....ya know, getting 3 other guys to get the carts and have the ride not show up. So we were just chilling, when these news guys came up and started interviewing Tommy and snapping some shots. I got up and started fooling around with the cart and he got a wicked shot of me in the air (see last post). Mom calls me up on Sunday saying she saw me in the paper. I asked her how she knew (she's in Riverview), and someone (friend of the fam.), saw it in the paper and called her up to tell her. They ended up talking about how I needed a place for Sept. and she said I could stay with them for as long as I wanted. So, all of this happened because I took a ride to the Ferry Terminal. Crazy, trippy, shit man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112476065511124581?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112476065511124581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112476065511124581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112476065511124581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112476065511124581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/08/pleasant-day-off.html' title='A pleasant day off'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112468291878309902</id><published>2005-08-22T00:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:55:18.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'>In recent news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.herald.ns.ca/stories/2005/08/21/fMetro122.raw.html"&gt;Kevin's in the news&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112468291878309902?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112468291878309902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112468291878309902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112468291878309902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112468291878309902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-recent-news.html' title='In recent news...'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112434582379220979</id><published>2005-08-18T02:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T03:17:03.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, hello</title><content type='html'>Just been doing a lot of running, sleeping and eating. I went on a running spree of 17 days straight. Most of that was during Buskers, which treated me very well. I won't say how much I made, but it was more than I made in 2 months of teaching. I also started doing street magic for random people. It's actually gotten me rides and extra tips. But I really do it for 2 reasons. First, it's boring out there sometimes. Second, I love the reactions I get. People are genuinely freaked out. I've been trying to find a place to stay for Sept. (in Hali), but it's not looking too good. We'll keep ya posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112434582379220979?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112434582379220979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112434582379220979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112434582379220979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112434582379220979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-hello.html' title='Oh, hello'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112283172703941336</id><published>2005-07-31T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:48:58.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The haps..</title><content type='html'>Long time, no post. Hmmm...haven't been making too much money, knee's been hurting every now and then. Same ol shit. I tried to get a physio appointment, but they could get me in for a week and a half. So I went to the Information Super-Highway and diagnosed myself. I have ITBS (iliotibial band syndrome). The band (which is tight due to lack of stretching) is being irritated as it rubs over a bone in my knee. After a long run, there's a knife-like pain through the side of my leg. So, the REAL treatment is to stay off it for 6 weeks. My treatment is run until it hurts. With my way, I make more money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buskers are coming up soon. Even if I don't make any money, I love watching them. Oh and I saw some wicked fireworks last night. AND, there's more on Monday night. I swear I'm five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new...oh, there's this girl named Meggan. Super sweet gal...more to be posted at a later date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112283172703941336?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112283172703941336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112283172703941336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112283172703941336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112283172703941336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/07/haps.html' title='The haps..'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112138975722162053</id><published>2005-07-14T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:09:17.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'>So ya.....</title><content type='html'>The trip was really good. We made our first stop in Ottawa for a bike tour, Aviation Museum tour, Governor-Generals Mansion tour (where we met and talked with His Excellency, the G.G.'s husband), indoor wall climbing and laser tag. We also went out for some Hooters that night for some grub. What a great family restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Ont. was the next stop. It's 2300km away! We went whitewater rafting there, though there wasn't much white OR water as they didn't have any rain for 3 weeks. So we ended up carrying the raft most of the way down. Woot Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montreal was pretty good. We went to LaRonde in the morning, and went on one ride. Then the rain came. ALL the rides closed down until 7pm!! So we went to Olympic Stadium and downtown. We went back around 8 and managed to get on most of the rides we wanted. The fireworks at night were freaking nuts. They went on for 45 minutes, complete with music. Bad part - the wond was blowing them into the crowd and ashes were falling into my eyes. Other than that, it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole drive was 4508km. SOOO LOOONG! And my passengers were awake for about 3 hours tops! Boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm in Halifax, knee still hurts, but I'm trying to take it easy. I'll make a post about my night later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112138975722162053?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112138975722162053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112138975722162053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112138975722162053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112138975722162053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-ya.html' title='So ya.....'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112121968085593158</id><published>2005-07-12T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:54:40.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon...</title><content type='html'>Complete update of my trip will be posted soon. Be patient (Corey)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112121968085593158?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112121968085593158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112121968085593158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112121968085593158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112121968085593158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/07/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon...'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112035807689761181</id><published>2005-07-02T23:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:34:36.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my knee is fucked. I was running, and it just started hurting all of a sudden. It's fine when I'm walking, but running or going down a hill...Jesus! So I wasn't able to make much money on Canada Day, dammit. I passed down rides that were uphill or too long, and only did little dinky waterfront rides for 10 bucks each. I think I broke even for the week, and that's not bad for being injured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched companies too. I'm now a Green Guy. There's a new kid in town that owns the green company, and he just wants to break even for the summer, so his rent is $35/week. That's compared to $100/week for the red guys. There was really no decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for my week long trip Monday morning. Wish me &lt;a href="http://www.eagle.ca/~pichl/wishing_well.jpg"&gt;well&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112035807689761181?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112035807689761181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112035807689761181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112035807689761181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112035807689761181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-my-knee-is-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112023528593474975</id><published>2005-07-01T13:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T13:28:05.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempted Grand Theft Auto</title><content type='html'>Fuck! That's the only word I can think of that describes last night. It was a pretty slow night (only for me), when I got a ride from the Palace. It was 2 huge guys, but I didn't hear where they wanted me to take them. So I just starting running down the street. I got about 2 blocks and they asked me to stop the cart. They both got out and went up to a car. There was a guy in passenger seat and one in the drover's seat fiddling around with something in the back. The 2 big guys went and openned the guys door and asked him for a smoke. The guy said no. They persisted by asking again, in a louder tone. Yet again, the guy said no. Get this...the guys said "You better give us a fucking smoke if you want to make your life easier." I was standing there, like, what the fuck is going on? The bigger guy then grabs the driver and says "get out of the fucking car, we're taking your fucking car". I was not interested in being anywhere close to these potential criminals, so I booked 'er out of there. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I was fucking scared shitless. Anyway, that's my night. Interesting, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112023528593474975?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112023528593474975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112023528593474975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112023528593474975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112023528593474975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/07/attempted-grand-theft-auto.html' title='Attempted Grand Theft Auto'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-112011650096664795</id><published>2005-06-30T04:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T04:28:21.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 bucks</title><content type='html'>Rain, thank you for coming out tonight. I love how you completely ruin business for me. Next time you fuck up my night, I'm gonna kick your ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-112011650096664795?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112011650096664795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=112011650096664795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112011650096664795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/112011650096664795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/06/10-bucks.html' title='10 bucks'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111982332629258747</id><published>2005-06-26T18:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T19:02:06.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this make sense?</title><content type='html'>I make more rickshawing than I do teaching. How fucked is that? I went down to Hali for the weekend. Made a few bucks and tried to get back in the groove. It was very painful on my way to the groove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran Friday night with my first and only ride being 2 hotties for a 15 min cruise around the waterfront. It was pretty easy. So the night was looking up...and then the rain came. And it came HARD! The streets were flooded with 3 inches of water in 10 minutes. The power went out in all of Halifax. It was nuts. So I ended up packing it in for the night.....or did I? Went home for about an hour, and by then the rain had stopped. Being the keener that I am,I went back out...and made ZERO dollars! Oh well, it was a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a cruise ship in on Saturday. I made 50 bucks American just running people back to the boat. FUCK it was hot. There's no shade on the waterfront and I was sweating just sitting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was really sweet. Lots of long, high paying rides. My first ride of the night was 2 chicks from the Lowerdeck to the Alehouse. Bottom to the top of the hill. OUCH! My legs were rubber, then on fire, then back to rubber again. I think it was woman beating night too. Saw a guy throw a beer bottle at a girls forehead. It was crazy. And on the way back from a ride, I saw a guy punch a girl in the head. She got knocked down, then a bigger guy came over to go at it. Both guys punched each others face at the same time, and they fell over with shit flying out of their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALIFAX! I'VE &lt;a href="http://www.california.com/~ssea/rr/bbpics/miss-piggy_controvercy.jpg"&gt;MISSED&lt;/a&gt; YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111982332629258747?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111982332629258747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111982332629258747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111982332629258747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111982332629258747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/06/does-this-make-sense.html' title='Does this make sense?'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111947168778275320</id><published>2005-06-22T17:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T17:21:27.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>I made a decision. &lt;a href="http://www.canadatrader.com/result/detailinfo.aspx?ID=10566472&amp;pgno=1"&gt;HONDA ELEMENT&lt;/a&gt;!!! I was in a dilly of a pickle trying to decide over the Escape and the Vue. I even had some help from JC (not Jesus), with making a pro and con list. The Vue was a better choice by far, but it was still missing something. Very cheap looking and a lot of road noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Element. I have only minor beefs with it. Small things, like the suicide doors and non-roll down windows in the back. BUT WOW, the list of great qualities is nuts. HUGE for room, better gas mileage than the Rustang, MP3 adapter, moon roof, storage everywhere, 270 watt speakers with subwoofer, NO CARPET (no mess), all wheel drive AND THE BEST PART....all 4 seats turn into a huge bed!!!! This car was build for me. I have more head room than....something that has a lot of headroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to buy it tomorrow. I have been pre-approved by the bank, so I think I'm ready to go...just gotta talk to the damn insurance...FACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya on the &lt;a href="http://www.kanged.com/Pantera/images/pantera%20-%20wild%20side%20-%20front.jpg"&gt;WILD SIDE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111947168778275320?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111947168778275320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111947168778275320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111947168778275320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111947168778275320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111913499149098039</id><published>2005-06-18T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:49:51.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the next contestant on the Price Is Right!!</title><content type='html'>Holy shit balls and gravy. 10006 losers to visit this site. What a milestone. And what a great time to make a post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I helped out at some Glow Golf event last night. The balls had glow sticks building into them. It was sweet. Anyway, they were all drunk and I had to guide them to the next hole. Later that night, when it was all said and done, I found a sweet Wilson putter on the ground. Yoink! Thank you drunkies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WTF! I was out car shopping today. Ya, me! CrAzY shit. Anyway, I'm looking for something that's fun to drive, that I have to get UP into, not DOWN into (like my Rustang I have now), and something that can tow 6 canoes and gear. SO FOLKS, I have it narrowed down to a couple choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we have the &lt;a href="http://www.canadiandriver.com/articles/jc/images/01crv4-1.jpg"&gt;2001 Honda CR-V EX&lt;/a&gt;. Same color as shown with low kilometers and a low price ($15000). It's small, good on gas, looks nice, and affordable with a good re-sale value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we have the &lt;a href="http://www.canadiandriver.com/articles/rr/images/03escape_3-1.jpg"&gt;2003 Ford Escape&lt;/a&gt;. Same color as shown with a higher price (not sure yet), 27,000km, previously owned by an old lady (only driven around town), average on gas, and more of a luxurious look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also showing interest in the box-like &lt;a href="http://a904.g.akamai.net/7/904/506/v0011/images.autobytel.com/view/aic/HONDA/ELEMENT/spe/usa_2003_HONDA_ELEMENT_spe_4_x_exfrdrvr75_x.jpg"&gt;2003 Honda Element&lt;/a&gt;. But hey, looks aren't everything, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.autointell.com/asian_companies/nissan/nissan-lighttrucks/nissan-xterra-2001_SE_front-300-198.jpg"&gt;2001 Nissan Xterra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.autointell.com/nao_companies/general_motors/saturn/saturn-vue/2000vue_reddriver-350-229.jpg"&gt;2002 Saturn Vue&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technofile.com/images/hyundai_santafe.jpg"&gt;2001 Hyundai Santa Fe&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.autowire.net/originalpics/mazda2001tribute.jpg"&gt;2001 Mazda Tribute&lt;/a&gt; also caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any input on any of these vehicles, please comment. I want to make an informed decision on my first "new" car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111913499149098039?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111913499149098039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111913499149098039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111913499149098039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111913499149098039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/06/youre-next-contestant-on-price-is.html' title='You&apos;re the next contestant on the Price Is Right!!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111858985726311360</id><published>2005-06-12T12:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T12:24:17.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O2....more like Oh-no 2</title><content type='html'>Biggest downfall of teaching high school ---&gt; Got drunk, went out, saw 5 students!  "Hey look, it's Mr. Wood. WTF is he doing here?" I'm allowed to be there. I'm of age. They are not. Besides the kids, I saw some people from school (UNB), that I hadn't seen in a while. I shared a cab with Tyler, but I got out at his street. The meter was going too fast for my poorness. I paid 5 bucks and walked the rest of the way home. I went to the Tim's on the way home (2:30am - it was closed), and went into their "storage shed". It's filled with bags of donuts and muffins. So I grabbed a few for the walk home. Mmmm...lemon-filled donuts. If you work at Tim's, and do bad things to the donuts before you put them out, please don't tell me. They were good, and I'm still alive today, so don't ruin my fun. Anyway, I'm off! Lata skata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111858985726311360?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111858985726311360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111858985726311360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111858985726311360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111858985726311360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/06/o2more-like-oh-no-2.html' title='O2....more like Oh-no 2'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111844910900692701</id><published>2005-06-10T21:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T21:18:29.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Business in the front, party in the back</title><content type='html'>I went out to eat with the folks tonight, and saw a sweet &lt;a href="http://www.bootie.org/~jomoby/images/bjs/costco.mullet.jpg"&gt;mullet&lt;/a&gt;. It was a guy sitting at the bar. And there was a girl rubbing and petting it. If they didn't have clothes on, I swear they'd be having sex. &lt;a href="http://www.ex-hopp.de/bilder_juni_2001/gross/50_gross.jpg"&gt;Gross!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today was the last day of school for the kids. Praise the &lt;a href="http://resursadefun.ro/imagini/lord_of_the_rings.jpg"&gt;Lord&lt;/a&gt;. It's exam week next week, and then marking week. And then sit on my &lt;a href="http://www.bumwad.org/bigass.jpg"&gt;ass&lt;/a&gt; week until Halifax. Woot woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111844910900692701?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111844910900692701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111844910900692701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111844910900692701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111844910900692701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/06/business-in-front-party-in-back.html' title='Business in the front, party in the back'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111822485728491826</id><published>2005-06-08T06:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T07:00:57.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Peepers</title><content type='html'>I hear the Venturers have found my site. WELL YOU SUCK! I kid, I kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111822485728491826?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111822485728491826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111822485728491826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111822485728491826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111822485728491826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/06/peepers.html' title='Peepers'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111799766020782413</id><published>2005-06-05T15:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T16:01:26.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out below!</title><content type='html'>Rappelling = complete success. That was my first time off the fire tower in Moncton, and it was sweet. I've gone off taller, but being a building was a little different than a cliff. The leader of the rappel team wants me to get testes to become a rappel master so I can lead groups. Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Rappelling%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/Rappelling%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Rappelling%20023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/Rappelling%20023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Rappelling%20024.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/Rappelling%20024.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111799766020782413?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111799766020782413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111799766020782413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111799766020782413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111799766020782413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/06/look-out-below.html' title='Look out below!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111792617582510663</id><published>2005-06-04T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T20:41:45.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only Saturday?! GeeZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Venturer%20Camping%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/Venturer%20Camping%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the tree I found in Fundy. It's some cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what a great weekend so far. Went to Cape Enrage last night. When we left Riverview, it was 29 degrees. It was FIVE!!! at the Cape. BULLSHIT! It was so friggin cold. The wind was blowing off the Bay at about 60-70km/h. After a mini-rescue from the high tides (a few went out past the point and almost got caught on the rock face from the incoming waters), we set up a pretty good fire. We set up 2 small tents which held up to the wind very well, but the dome tent didn't have the same luck. It kinda looked like &lt;a href="http://www.gg.uwyo.edu/fieldcamp/photos2002/Wind%20River%20Canyon/FC2002%20Wk5%20Windblown%20tent.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. So, we soon realized that we couldn't stay there, so we packed up and went into Fundy at 9:30. By the time we got there and set up, it was close to 11pm. Oh, and after the tents were set up, there was a pole missing. We had left it back at Cape Enrage. Ben and Nate went to get it and when they came back they told us the site where we were was covered in 2 inches of water from the high tide. Lucky SOB's we were. We ended up playing cards in the big tent for a while, and sure enough, the rangers came over and said we were too loud. Fuck him! There was a site beside us that were drinking and had music blaring. But nooooo...don't say anything to them. Anyway, we went to Laverty Falls for a nice hike and swim...BUT, the road was closed. I think it's from all the rain we had. So, change of plans. We headed to Forty-Five road to hike the Black Hole....BUT, the road was also closed. Stupid Fundy. Change of plans yet again. SO, we went to Crooked Creek for some sweet ole' cliff jumping. See attached picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Venturer%20Camping%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/Venturer%20Camping%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a video of me jumping, but I don't think I can post videos. Anyway, it felt like a thousand knives in your skin when you hit the water. And tomorrow, I'll be rappelling off the fire tower in Moncton all day. I'll post pictures from that too. A demain mes amies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111792617582510663?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111792617582510663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111792617582510663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111792617582510663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111792617582510663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-only-saturday-geez.html' title='It&apos;s only Saturday?! GeeZ!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111776226238071866</id><published>2005-06-02T22:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:31:02.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>KILL THEM</title><content type='html'>Death to ALL june bugs!! I hate them more than poop on my shoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111776226238071866?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111776226238071866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111776226238071866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111776226238071866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111776226238071866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/06/kill-them.html' title='KILL THEM'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111770598266185538</id><published>2005-06-02T06:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T06:53:02.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoop Whooooop!</title><content type='html'>TWENTY-freakin' NINE degrees tomorrow!! Boo-Yahh!! Can I get an alllright?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111770598266185538?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111770598266185538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111770598266185538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111770598266185538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111770598266185538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/06/whoop-whooooop.html' title='Whoop Whooooop!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111748476874029263</id><published>2005-05-30T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:34:16.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm am soooo overly happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Graf.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/Graf.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I gay or what?! Check that out! What a great thing to see at work. It was painted on the side of a storage trailer at the lake I take the kids canoeing at. The entire message read: "We went caneoing Mr.Wood is gay *smoke weed everyday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note the spelling of canoeing. What an illerate fucking moron. I swear to God, the kid that painted it is a fucking degenerate. I haven't found out who it was yet, but I narrowed it down to 4 suspects. To weed them out, I assigned one spray painted letter to each person in every class. The letters must be scrubbed away until nothing remains, or until the person come forward or is caught. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuHahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111748476874029263?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111748476874029263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111748476874029263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111748476874029263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111748476874029263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-am-soooo-overly-happy.html' title='I&apos;m am soooo overly happy'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111731939185690671</id><published>2005-05-28T19:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T19:29:51.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*Drooool</title><content type='html'>I am sooo tired. Pulled an all-nighter. Helped out at the Homeless Hotel last night/this morning. Crashed all day today. Didn't help. Surprised I'm still using punctuation. Eyes are heavy. Shut. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111731939185690671?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111731939185690671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111731939185690671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111731939185690671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111731939185690671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/drooool.html' title='*Drooool'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111688147290126067</id><published>2005-05-23T17:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T17:51:12.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain...must...die...</title><content type='html'>When is it NOT going to rain? Oh, tomorrow. Then rain for THE REST OF THE FUCKING WEEK!! AHHHH! I went canoeing all weekend, and it rained the whole time. But, it didn't lower our spirits. It was a canoe run that was oriented around olden days logging. And there was a bunch of competitions too. The Venturers did them, and the leaders did one (the double saw buck)...in which I &lt;a href="http://www.princeofwalesonline.com/logging_show_2002_jacknjill.jpg"&gt;WON&lt;/a&gt;! It was so tiring. We played a whole bunch of &lt;a href="http://www.digmo.com/news/images/snowday2.jpg"&gt;spoons&lt;/a&gt; too. That's a great game that I was only introduced to this year. We were supposed to stay the night last night in Blackville, but we decided to come home after supper. On the way home, I told the kids in car ghost stories the whole way. I pulled over and turned the car off to tell one. Then at the climax, I blasted the horn and started screaming. THEY &lt;a href="http://www.gfxzone.org/theme/8_bit/07/pixel-scared.png"&gt;FREAKED OUT&lt;/a&gt;! Instead of doing nothing, we had a sleepover at the CRC and played &lt;a href="http://www.mutatedmonkeys.com/weblog/photos/yr2003/forWeblog/hiding.jpg"&gt;Sardines&lt;/a&gt; (one person hides, when you find them, you hide with them). Then, I came home and slept a few hours. Man, I can't wait for it to rain some more. I'm going to screw &lt;a href="http://timmerca.com/document/724/9319/0/"&gt;Mother Nature&lt;/a&gt; in the arse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111688147290126067?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111688147290126067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111688147290126067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111688147290126067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111688147290126067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/rainmustdie.html' title='Rain...must...die...'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111654381028758429</id><published>2005-05-19T19:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:03:30.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fack this bitch!</title><content type='html'>What a bad day. Haven't had one of those in a while. Started out with losing a $100 MP3 player, with a $150 memory chip in it. I also found out the job I wanted next year was filled...by two people...both of which do not have a Kin or Phys. Ed. degree. They'll now have an art teacher doing outdoor pursuits. What a great system. You don't need any qualifications to get any teaching job if you're already in the system, so people like me (at the bottom of the food chain), get dealt the shittiest classes. If I want a 'D' contract, I'll have to teach Core French or middle school social studies, just to get into the system. No bloody wonder there's an extremely high number of beginning teachers that quit within the first 5 years. It's bullshit. This is the exact reason why our schools are producing a shitload of mediocracy. Teachers are forced to teach shit they know nothing about. The kids know it, so they learn dick-all. I was very keen coming out of university, landing a great internship, and falling into a wicked long term supply. But my keen-ness is quickly fading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111654381028758429?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111654381028758429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111654381028758429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111654381028758429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111654381028758429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/fack-this-bitch.html' title='Fack this bitch!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111601217627585711</id><published>2005-05-13T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T16:22:56.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick a card...any card</title><content type='html'>I did it. I was lucky enough to find out that I made a difference. There's a girl in my class, and today is her birthday. And every Friday I do a card trick. Well, I picked her to come up and help me out, and after that sang happy birthday to her. Another teacher came up to me after school and said that I made that girls day. Apparently, she had a really bad morning and wasn't feeling all that great, but I "magically" changed that. What a &lt;a href="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~mark/pics/before.jpg"&gt;great feeling&lt;/a&gt; this is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111601217627585711?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111601217627585711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111601217627585711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111601217627585711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111601217627585711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/pick-cardany-card.html' title='Pick a card...any card'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111576069193696341</id><published>2005-05-10T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:31:31.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaack!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm all refreshed and ready to go. Let's start out with a quick link. Who remembers &lt;a href="http://www.frightenstein.com/main.html"&gt;The Hilarious House of Frightenstein&lt;/a&gt;?? I DO! What a freaking awesome show. Click on the characters in the top right to take a stroll down memory lane. Harvey Wallbanger (the postman) was by far my favorite character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to play some ultimate &lt;a href="http://82.112.110.146/baa_panneaux_photo/bb_action/frisbee_big.jpg"&gt;frisbee&lt;/a&gt;. See ya &lt;a href="http://www.alsbar.com/bar_1/web_photo_albums_1/february2001_album/images/suckers_jpg.jpg"&gt;suckers&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111576069193696341?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111576069193696341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111576069193696341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111576069193696341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111576069193696341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaack!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111568081027703135</id><published>2005-05-09T20:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:20:10.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brink of mental and physical exhaustion</title><content type='html'>What a weekend. Took the Venturers down to Holderville (Quispamsis) for a huge camping trip. The event is called Dr. Peat, and groups from all over NB come in to compete. There were seven challenges, such as first aid, canoeing and overnight survival. My boys won the orienteering competition. I must have taught them something right. The first night, we stayed in a tent and it was a little cold, but nothing too bad. The next day was all the challenges, in which I could only observe (it's a competition for the kids, not the advisors). I got a few laughs from watching them throughout the day. The entire day it piss-pour rained. And it was a very cold rain too. That night, the boys had to sleep under a few tarps; they couldn't even have a tent. They built quite a shelter for what they had. I was impressed. They told me they only slept about 1 hour in total the whole night. Meanwhile, I ended up sleeping in my car, which was also very cold (but dry). Oh, and I'm proud to say that I'm one of the few that didn't get their car stuck in the mud. We did a lot of pushing on Sunday. After work today, I spent an hour spraying down the dirty, muddy, stinky tarps. What a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I'm not as exhausted (and ready to pass out), I'll update with a much more humorous post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later &lt;a href="http://smieszneobr.w.interia.pl/cool%20cat.jpg"&gt;cool cats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111568081027703135?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111568081027703135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111568081027703135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111568081027703135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111568081027703135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/brink-of-mental-and-physical.html' title='Brink of mental and physical exhaustion'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111525573830567741</id><published>2005-05-04T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:15:38.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poltergeist!?</title><content type='html'>Funniest thing EVER! I have my laptop in my room through wireless Internet. Mom has her computer in the basement with the printer. So anyways, I knew she was down there printing things off for dad, so I decided to print off (wirelessly) a paper that said "HEATHER, I'M WATCHING YOU!" She started screaming like hell!! "EVERYONE, GET DOWN HERE NOW. SOMETHING BAD IS HAPPENING!!!" Well H-O-L-Y SHIT, I near busted my gut in laughter. She was going on about how could someone be watching her. It was &lt;a href="http://www.usagold.com/MKpics/Gold-held.jpg"&gt;GOLD!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wildwildwillsmith.com/images/peace-out_324x448.jpg"&gt;Peace out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111525573830567741?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111525573830567741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111525573830567741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111525573830567741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111525573830567741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/poltergeist.html' title='Poltergeist!?'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111507011884122114</id><published>2005-05-02T18:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T18:41:58.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Running out of witty Titles</title><content type='html'>I wanted to try Adam's idea and use pictures all throughout my post. So buckle up&lt;a href="http://skydive.gatech.edu/images/ems/tcfor026.jpg"&gt; or else.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out today and practiced driving a &lt;a href="http://www.rents-events.com/Ton%20Kool%20Amerikaanse%20schoolbus.jpg"&gt;the school mini bus&lt;/a&gt;. It was freaking awkward. I can't wait to put &lt;a href="http://firstottawa.com/kids1.jpg"&gt;kids&lt;/a&gt; in it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're starting &lt;a href="http://scottnewton.net/dgpages/canoe.JPG"&gt;canoeing&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow. And the weather is supposed to be NICE NICE &lt;a href="http://www.joinjoe.de/Gallery/KurioCity/381_430/images/nice%20golf.jpg"&gt;NICE&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been &lt;a href="http://lavitaebella.blogs.com/photos/my_favorite_boys/garrett_eating_ribs.JPG"&gt;eating&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://thehcorner.com/Pictures/subway2.jpg"&gt;Subway&lt;/a&gt; a lot recently. It's keeping me fairly &lt;a href="http://www.mellenmedical.com/images/thin.jpg"&gt; skinny&lt;/a&gt;. Not that I need it. But I like being healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must be&lt;a href="http://againstthegrain.blogs.com/photos/march_for_womens_lives/off_my_body.JPG"&gt;off&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.kotinet.com/markus.nissinen/keep_it_real.jpg"&gt;Keep it real, homies!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111507011884122114?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111507011884122114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111507011884122114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111507011884122114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111507011884122114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/running-out-of-witty-titles.html' title='Running out of witty Titles'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111471850152180250</id><published>2005-04-28T17:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:09:33.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright future...pass me my shades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/stress3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/stress3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day. It was so relaxing, and then I got some great news too (can't say, but it's nice). AND we're starting canoe on Monday! I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much news really. Went to see A Lot Like Love. It was good. Did I already post this? I guess I'll find out after I click Publish. Anyway, it was great. And so was the girl I went with. OooOOoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'ight, supper time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: How many women on PMS does it take to screw in a lightbulb? &lt;br /&gt;Husband: I don't know. How many? &lt;br /&gt;Wife: Three. &lt;br /&gt;Husband (curious): Oh, how come three? &lt;br /&gt;Wife (on the verge of tears, red-faced and screaming): It just does!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111471850152180250?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111471850152180250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111471850152180250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111471850152180250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111471850152180250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/bright-futurepass-me-my-shades.html' title='Bright future...pass me my shades'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111438563345044551</id><published>2005-04-24T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:24:41.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't win the lottery unless you scratch a few tickets</title><content type='html'>Post needed to be removed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111438563345044551?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111438563345044551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111438563345044551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111438563345044551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111438563345044551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-dont-win-lottery-unless-you.html' title='You don&apos;t win the lottery unless you scratch a few tickets'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111413171254933057</id><published>2005-04-21T21:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:03:56.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>So... mögen Sie... Material?</title><content type='html'>Oh God, you have to check &lt;a href="http://216.109.124.98/language/translatedPage?tt=url&amp;text=http%3A%2F%2Flimbs.blogspot.com%2F2004_09_01_limbs_archive.html&amp;lp=en_de&amp;.intl=de&amp;fr=fp-tab-web-t-1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out. It's probably the coolest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marking papers...noooo gooood. The spelling and grammer are atrocious. They type their essays like they're on MSN. Example: i love it when u say thingz like that 2 me    No capitals, no punctuation, FACK! Come on kids! I had 28 to mark and it took me a minute shy of forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett Richard informed me of the new Classified song Maritimes. I downloaded it quickly, and I fell in love with it. Everyone from the Maritimes should listen to it. &lt;a href="http://www.urbnet.com/classified/go.html"&gt;Check out&lt;/a&gt; his other stuff if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon is approaching that time of year when people move back home and will no longer or rarely be seen on the msn. I will be awaiting the next school year with great anticipation. Until then, farewell my university comrades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111413171254933057?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111413171254933057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111413171254933057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111413171254933057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111413171254933057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-mgen-sie-material.html' title='So... mögen Sie... Material?'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111385607736383710</id><published>2005-04-18T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:27:57.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a kid in a....book store?!</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is cool. Maybe I'm a loser, but this is the first time I've used REAL wireless internet. I'm sitting in Chapters right now typing this. I came here after work to get some marking done in a "comfortable environment". It worked well. I got all my marked entered and finished a powerpoint. I was going to say there are not many distractions, but there is a FREAKIN amusement park right beside me! So loud. And there's lots of hot book-smart girls around here. *looks around* Well, there was, I guess they had to get home for supper and do their homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111385607736383710?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111385607736383710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111385607736383710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111385607736383710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111385607736383710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/like-kid-in-abook-store.html' title='Like a kid in a....book store?!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111367807301990909</id><published>2005-04-16T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T16:01:13.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I have great news....</title><content type='html'>If you go to google image search, and type in "so gay", guess where it brings you? RIGHT HERE! Reason?: my picture I posted of Batman and Robin...it says Robin, you so gay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the bad news. Mom bought me a KILO of candy eggs (for a dollar) yesterday, and they're 1/2 gone. I can actually feel the cavities being formed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball: 12 minutes of excitment crammed into 2 and 1/2 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111367807301990909?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111367807301990909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111367807301990909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111367807301990909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111367807301990909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-great-news.html' title='I have great news....'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111343880262441214</id><published>2005-04-13T21:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:33:22.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger damns me again!</title><content type='html'>Man, I had this huge post all typed up, and then lappy shutdown without warning. I found out that my fan thingy is filled with dust, so I gotta take it in for a cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in few words, I got a long term supply for the rest of the year teaching 3 Outdoor Pursuits and 1 Family Living. STEADY PAY!! WOOO! Ummm...kids today tried to do a walkout, but it was only stupid grade 9's who didn't know any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I have a record number of hits again today.....76! All because of girl poop. A close look also showed that it's mostly people from the States. You sick, sick Americans. Stay away from girl poop. It's dirty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and has anyone seen that Future Shop ad? The guy sitting in a staffroom eats a used Kleenex a lady just blew her nose in, ends up getting sick, all because he wanted to stay home with his new widescreen tv! Hilarious! Who are the masterminds behind this brilliant advertising? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die I want to be asleep like my grandfather was. Not screaming like the passengers in his car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111343880262441214?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111343880262441214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111343880262441214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111343880262441214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111343880262441214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/blogger-damns-me-again.html' title='Blogger damns me again!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111332266054030976</id><published>2005-04-12T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T13:26:20.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston, with $35 for gas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/prius.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/prius.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car is wicked. Toyota Prius (pronounced '&lt;em&gt;Pree-us&lt;/em&gt;'). I have the damn 'Rustang for now, but I'm shelling out to many dollars for gas. This car is a hybrid (5L/100km) compared to the 'Stang (about 11L/100km). I think I'll have to put up with the beater for now, and wait till the fall. Now, if the damn snow would stop pelting us, I could get my bike out and start peddling to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn snowday! I don't get paid when they cancel school. And I spent last night coming up with a wicked lesson. To the garbage it goes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I'm gonna head back to Hali for the summer. I need to get out running again so I don't die when I'm pulling around 500lbs uphill. Maybe I should do some pushups too. I heard girls like buff guys. Might be a rumor. I dunno. I think it's a better story to tell your friends "We had some skinney kid pull us up the hills in halifax...I swear, he weighed like 110."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrawns 4 LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111332266054030976?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111332266054030976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111332266054030976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111332266054030976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111332266054030976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/boston-with-35-for-gas.html' title='Boston, with $35 for gas'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111324664011865238</id><published>2005-04-11T16:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:10:40.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.margomitchell.com/thc/your_mom_4C_loRES.gif"&gt; The best answer to any question!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111324664011865238?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111324664011865238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111324664011865238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111324664011865238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111324664011865238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111317314298665849</id><published>2005-04-10T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T19:45:42.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting.....</title><content type='html'>Apparently, if you look up "girl poop" on google image search, there's a link to my blog. It's near the bottom. Weird. I just got a massive influx of hits (like 53 in the past 24 hours), and it's from girl poop. Who the hell looks up girl poop?! Idiots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111317314298665849?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111317314298665849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111317314298665849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111317314298665849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111317314298665849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/interesting.html' title='Interesting.....'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111310320358463084</id><published>2005-04-10T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T10:52:06.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice Theory by William Glasser</title><content type='html'>I have never been more content in my whole life as I have been in the past little while. After reading Choice Theory, it has completely changed the way I perceive the world, and really, helps me understand every choice that every person makes everyday. I now realize that you choose your attitude and your feelings. I used to think that you can't help the way you feel, but you certainly can. If a person feels lonely, they can make choices to overcome that feeling. Join a club, volunteer, exercise, join a gym, just get involved! How can you feel lonely when you're so busy, and chances are, you'll make a few friends along the way. That's just one example. If you feel stressed, sad, angry, you can make choices to change that. I've started to used this theory while I teach, and it's had some fairly good outcomes so far. I don't force kids to do their classwork, I just ask them. I'm not going to make a big fuss if they don't want to do it. It's their choice, and I simply remind them that they'll get the mark that they work for. Which is another point...to some extent, you decide what your mark is going to be for a class. My first year, I chose to party a lot, go out every weekend and Wed. night - that resulted in a 2.3 GPA. My last year, I think I drank 3 times all year, and came out with a 3.9 GPA. I made some sacrifices for that 3.9, but I still had fun and I don't regret a thing. Wow, this is kinda long. And boring, I'm sure for most of you, if you read this far. Anyway, I just thought I'd share my glee with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the Dew...in the R'view!&lt;br /&gt;(I know, i'm a loser)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111310320358463084?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111310320358463084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111310320358463084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111310320358463084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111310320358463084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/choice-theory-by-william-glasser.html' title='Choice Theory by William Glasser'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111272795835452756</id><published>2005-04-05T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:05:58.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What color does a Smurf turn when it's choking??</title><content type='html'>Man, this teacher strike is great, so far. We have 1.5 hours for lunch now, so today I did some grocery shopping and went out to eat. I came back and played frisbee with some students. Who needs a raise when we have all this free time! However, if they decide to walk off the job, I become unemployed...and that just ain't cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....I don't really have much else to say. So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE words for things that should have words but don't!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCORDIONATED (ah kor' de on ay tid) &lt;br /&gt;adj. Being able to drive and refold a road map at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUALIBRIUM (ak wa lib' re um) &lt;br /&gt;n. The point where the stream of drinking fountain water is at its perfect height, thus relieving the drinker from (a) having to suck the nozzle, or (b) squirting himself in the eye (or, ear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERMOSTATRICS (ther mo stat' rix) &lt;br /&gt;n. Similar to 'elecelleration' below, the mistaken notion that if you set the thermostat to 95 degrees the room will warm up to a comfortable 70 degrees faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111272795835452756?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111272795835452756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111272795835452756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111272795835452756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111272795835452756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-color-does-smurf-turn-when-its.html' title='What color does a Smurf turn when it&apos;s choking??'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111255387080098899</id><published>2005-04-03T15:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:45:40.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This special news update...</title><content type='html'>...coming to you live from Freddy Beach. So I drove to Fredericton at 2am last night (or this morning). How random is that? Stayed with my new friend Jenna at STU and had a great time watching Sex with Sue, and the great information I received about butt plugs (from Sue, not Jenna). The only bad part about the weekend is the worst eggs I've ever had in my life. They tasted like yellow water. So now, I'm sitting in JW's room, he's in the shower, and I'm waiting for him to get back...NOT so I can watch him change. I SAID NOT! Anyway, have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111255387080098899?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111255387080098899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111255387080098899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111255387080098899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111255387080098899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-special-news-update_03.html' title='This special news update...'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111238726188757593</id><published>2005-04-01T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:50:20.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day - Dedication to Pranks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Fun%20Night%20021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/Fun%20Night%20021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know I already posted a picture of fun night, but I think I deserves another mention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/More%20pics%20115.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/More%20pics%20115.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you look closely, you can see some water bottles. Those are Lara's. I hid them in some "male cups". I think she liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/More%20pics%20061.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/More%20pics%20061.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Awww....Look at the Kims. They look so cute out on the roof...after we drenched them in the shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/More%20pics%20070.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/More%20pics%20070.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  One of my less elaborate pranks, but still worth mentioning. Salting Yankee's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/We%20put%2030%20x-mas%20trees%20on%20his%20front%20lawn%20over%20night...funny.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/We%20put%2030%20x-mas%20trees%20on%20his%20front%20lawn%20over%20night...funny.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This one happened in the old R'view. A few friends and I put 30 Christmas trees on this guys fromt lawn after xmas. They woke up and were like, WTF?! The best part is that some hicks came around later that day and asked them if they could have all their trees for a bon fire they were gonna have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Locked%20in%20Squash%20Court.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/Locked%20in%20Squash%20Court.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The girls LOVE getting soaked in the shower. I swear! And then getting locked in the stinky squash court. Ya, I swear, they told me they liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/roomhit1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/roomhit1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The squash court was a haven for pranks. We put Amy and Alaina's stuff in the squash court and set it up like their room. We then played squash in their empty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/P1010002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/P1010002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last, but not least, this is the result of stupid girls leaving their window open in winter. From 3 floors below, we threw over 50 snowballs through the window. I then found it appropriate to set up a wet floor sign, ya know, so no one slips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many, MANY more pranks that were pulled, but I have to save some for next year. Have a good one ya big idiots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111238726188757593?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111238726188757593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111238726188757593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111238726188757593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111238726188757593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-fools-day-dedication-to-pranks.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day - Dedication to Pranks'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111232608915509140</id><published>2005-03-31T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:28:09.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas...more like Texvagina!</title><content type='html'>Quick post....I went to a high school play tonight (Annie). Really well done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a pound. I'm fading away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think The Trump has funny hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have a job for the rest of the school year. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a racoon from a sunglasses tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a sub today for lunch. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more words for things that should have words but don't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELECRASTINATION (tel e kras tin ay' shun) &lt;br /&gt;n. The act of always letting the phone ring at least twice before you pick it up, even when you're only six inches away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUPKUS (pup' kus) &lt;br /&gt;n. The moist residue left on a window after a dog presses its nose to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHONESIA (fo nee' zhuh) n. &lt;br /&gt;The affliction of dialing a phone number and forgetting whom you were calling just as they answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111232608915509140?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111232608915509140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111232608915509140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111232608915509140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111232608915509140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/texasmore-like-texvagina.html' title='Texas...more like Texvagina!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111211828833151519</id><published>2005-03-29T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:31:06.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Urkel?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/My Car.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/My Car.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the mall today, and lookie what I saw. 74 mpg! It's a Benz FourTwo. I don't think I'll fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it ever raining here today. I came back on Wheeler and the causeway was flooded. I had to plow through some pretty deep water to get across. Other cars weren't so fortunate. The tow trucks were actually lines up waiting for cars. I swear! It was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a painting of Astroboy. I'll get a picture of it up on here soon. It looks pretty good. He was/is my hero. He is brave and gentle and wise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new pair of skates today. Now I have to wait a whole year before I can try them out. Boooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I ate all my Easter candy already. I know I'm going to regret that. Aw well, it was good at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a random post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who the hell calls it chapstick? ITS LIP CHAP!!! Get it right Tex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More words for things that should have words but don't :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIFFELITES (eye' ful eyetz) &lt;br /&gt;n. Gangly people sitting in front of you at the movies who, no matter what direction you lean in, follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECELLERATION (el a cel er ay' shun) &lt;br /&gt;n. The mistaken notion that the more you press an elevator button the faster it will arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRUST (frust) &lt;br /&gt;n. The small line of debris that refuses to be swept onto the dust pan and keeps backing a person across the room until he finally decides to give up and sweep it under the rug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111211828833151519?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111211828833151519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111211828833151519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111211828833151519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111211828833151519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/steve-urkel.html' title='Steve Urkel?!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111193582900334072</id><published>2005-03-27T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T11:17:08.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chucky?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/MyBuddyNoShoes.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/200/MyBuddyNoShoes.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fucking creepy doll! If I knew someone that looked like that, he certainly wouldn't be my buddy. Weirdo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Poley yesterday with Kendra, and because she was new at snowboarding, I thought I'd give it a whirl. I was waiting in line to pay for some rentals, and Mike Surrett (who I didn't know works there), says to me "what the hell are you paying for, come with me". So YAY, free rentals. Now, I had tried snowboarding once before (4 years ago for an hour), so this was like my first time all over again. I went down the bunny hill a few times, and i found that balance thingy. Went up the big hill, and holy mother of god, I did it! The scariest thing for anyone on a snowboard is getting of the lift, but I did it (except once where I knew as soon as I let go of the chair that I was done for, but I made a quick recovery). By the end of the day, I was toe carving and everything. The last run I did was so fast. And in the whole day, I only fell once where it actually hurt. I had hit a mound of snow with my edge and BAM!, my knees are dead. So now I'm a two-planker and a boarder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Happy Easter! I'm about to have my big Easter breakfast, so I better rap this up. Most offensive MSN name of the week - "Mattyb - Thank a Jew today. We wouldn't have this holiday if they didn't murder Jesus". Anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words for things that should have words but don't - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUZZACKS (buz' aks) &lt;br /&gt;n. People in phone marts who walk around picking up display phones and listening for dial tones even when they know the phones are not connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIMP (dimp) &lt;br /&gt;n. A person who insults you in a cheap department store by asking, "Do you work here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCONFECT (dis kon fekt') &lt;br /&gt;v. To sterilize the piece of candy you dropped on the floor by blowing on it, somehow assuming this will `remove' all the germs.&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/8006308-111193582900334072?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111193582900334072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111193582900334072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111193582900334072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111193582900334072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/chucky.html' title='Chucky?!'/><author><name>Limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991184112613564239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1514/640/Nike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006308.post-111176344073713380</id><published>2005-03-25T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T11:10:40.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday? More like GREAT Friday!</title><content type='html'>What an awesome day already...I got to sleep in! And sleeping in to me is anything later than 7:30am. &lt;br /&gt;I got a check in the mail yesterday. It was for some back-pay from when I was working under a local permit. And every cent is going to pay for my ole' lappy-top here. I curse upon each key-stroke. &lt;br /&gt;It's room cleaning day! Or hour. I have a habit of throwing clothes on the floor before bed, so there's quite a pile. My desks are also stacked with random papers, bills, I see a sock here and some bent forks. I think today is also take down the rest of the Christmas lights Day. It's plus 4, and no wind, and only a little bit of ice on the roof, so it should be somewhat safe. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I just got a whiff of myself. Shower time. Smell ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy was bagging groceries at a supermarket. One day the store installed a machine for squeezing fresh orange juice. Intrigued, the young man asked if he could be allowed to work the machine, but his request was denied. Said the store manager, "Sorry, kid, but baggers can't be juicers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006308-111176344073713380?l=limbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111176344073713380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006308&amp;postID=111176344073713380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111176344073713380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006308/posts/default/111176344073713380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-friday-more-like-great-friday.html' title='Good Friday? 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