<?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-4995164550109620410</id><updated>2011-10-31T12:42:35.784-07:00</updated><category term='jokes'/><category term='children'/><category term='job'/><category term='prophet'/><category term='elevator'/><category term='church'/><category term='funny'/><category term='survey'/><category term='Christmas Spirit'/><category term='God'/><category term='family'/><category term='Love'/><category term='joke'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='my two cents'/><category term='fun'/><category term='bored'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='work'/><category term='santa'/><category term='starting off'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>My Two Cents</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-1353157207205815816</id><published>2009-03-31T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:43:57.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>My sister informed me that she was still checking my blog hoping that I would post something again. I started to think about and I enjoy the little bit of bloging I did. So here it goes...... again :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick little up date, I work day-shift now at General hospital the best hospital in the area! I'm working in ER as a RN (yes that's registered nut). Work has been driving me crazy, but with the poor economic times I really can't complain. I have probably one of the few jobs that I can pick up as much overtime as my heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back a dog her named Akie (a-key)came to live with me. She's my good buddy and gets my outta bed nice and early every morning. Akie is a 6 month old black lab who came home house trained. I felt pretty lucky not to have to clean any poo-poo up! Akie is a good girl, except when she murders a poor neighborhood animal (chicken) who I really didn't like either =) But none the less Akie is now a murder. You can probably guess what her nickname is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've joined a plant club of sorts makes it so I can get into few of the big arboretums in so-cal for free. Yes I understand that this means I've now passed the point of no return I HAVE A VERY BORING LIFE...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'll attempt to keep this updated ;-/ Maybe I'll take pictures of my plants at arboretums. TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-1353157207205815816?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/1353157207205815816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=1353157207205815816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1353157207205815816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1353157207205815816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2009/03/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-390728055977723012</id><published>2008-10-29T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:05:23.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um, nothing better to do</title><content type='html'>I'm in an area called ER 2 tonight. At the start of my shift it was very busy now it's come to halt and NOTHING has happened for the last 3 hours. I still got another 2 hours to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll the lab gal just came in to do AM labs on my hold pt's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it's nice to have night that's not crazy busy... but this is not what I was looking for. LOL :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just check on my peeps, both just wanna sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, nothing new to report. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-390728055977723012?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/390728055977723012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=390728055977723012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/390728055977723012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/390728055977723012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-nothing-better-to-do.html' title='um, nothing better to do'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-2055894983066022586</id><published>2008-10-29T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:58:25.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><content type='html'>“Character cannot be summoned at the moment of crisis if it has been squandered by years of compromise and rationalization. The only testing ground for the heroic is the mundane. The only preparation for that one profound decision which can change a life, or even a nation, is those hundreds of half-conscious, self-defining, seemingly insignificant decisions made in private. Habit is the daily battleground of character.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator Daniel Coats of Indiana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-2055894983066022586?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/2055894983066022586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=2055894983066022586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2055894983066022586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2055894983066022586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-thought.html' title='Just A Thought'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-2750057077678542130</id><published>2008-10-18T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:55:44.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protect Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="'http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnByb3RlY3RtYXJyaWFnZS5jb20="'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://www.protectmarriage.com/img/Yes8_rgb_250px.jpg'" border="'0'" /&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/4995164550109620410-2750057077678542130?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/2750057077678542130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=2750057077678542130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2750057077678542130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2750057077678542130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/10/protect-marriage.html' title='Protect Marriage'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-1901220365275835179</id><published>2008-10-17T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:48:14.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It Strange....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isn't it strange how a 20 dollar bill seems like such a large amount when you donate it to church , but such a small amount when you go shopping?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isn't it strange how 2 hours seem so long when you're at church, and how short they seem when you're watching a good movie?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isn't it strange that you cant find a word to say when you're praying but... you have no trouble thinking what to talk about with a friend?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isn't it strange how difficult and boring it is to read one chapter of the Bible but how easy it is to read 100 pages of a popular novel or ZANE GREY book?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isn't it strange how everyone wants front-row-tickets to concerts or games but they do whatever is possible to sit at the last row in Church?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isn't it strange how we need to know about an event for Church 2-3 weeks before the day so we can include it in our agenda, but we can adjust it for other events in the last minute?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isn't it strange how difficult it is to learn a fact about God to share it with others;but how easy it is to learn, understand, extend and repeat gossip?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isn't it strange how we believe everything that magazines and newspapers say but, we question the words in the Bible?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isn't it strange how everyone wants a place in heaven but... they don't want to believe, do, or say anything to get there?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isn't it strange how we send jokes in e-mails and they are forwarded right away but when we are going to send messages about God, we think about it twice before we share it with others?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;IT'S STRANGE ISN'T IT? Now that you've read this message, will you forward it to anybody that you consider a friend, family member or foe (enemy).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I as I was listing to Air1 I heard one of my favorite Christan rock songs today by Brandon Heath called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OihvG607W-c"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Give Me Your Eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;. It's an amazing song, go listen to it. You'll like it too  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song talks how seeing things in Gods eye's/knowing what he knows, would change the way we do things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It makes me think of a lot of things I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-1901220365275835179?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/1901220365275835179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=1901220365275835179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1901220365275835179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1901220365275835179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/10/isnt-it-strange.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Strange....'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-4708554271810964453</id><published>2008-09-23T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:34:34.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I've been getting these pretty cool e-mails from an unknown person. I think is someone from my old ward, Desert Knolls. Anyways she sends these really cool stories to a big group of people, a few days ago I got this one and thought it was amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sand And Stone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two friends were walking through the desert during some point of the journey, they had an argument; and one friend slapped the other one in the face.  The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:  Today my best friend slapped me in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire! And started drowning, but the friend saved him.  After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: 'Today my best friend saved my life'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, 'after I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend replied 'when someone hurts us we should write it down in sand, where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. When someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your benefits in stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Take the time to live! Do not value the things you have in your life, value who you have in your life! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"That's all for now folks"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-4708554271810964453?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/4708554271810964453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=4708554271810964453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4708554271810964453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4708554271810964453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post :-)'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-8006546821360365327</id><published>2008-07-10T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:31:48.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Offended!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I consider myself a spiritual person. I pray daily, listen to Christian rock, and do my best to be a good follower of my Savior God. Awhile back I was at a general conference and one of the speakers spoke on something that's stuck in my head ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about getting &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=b3320d034ceae010VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;offended&lt;/a&gt;. It stuck with me this long because I get hurt very easily. It seems when  I'm trying to help people is when  I get struck down the most. It took me a little bit to finally find the transcript for the speech, but if you get a chance very good, highly suggest reading it. Brother Bednar uses this speech as a time to attempt to get people back to church he says &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;“Dear friend, we are here today to counsel you that the time to stop being offended is now. Not only do we need you, but you need the blessings of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. Please come back—now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this can be used for personal life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker said that getting offended is a choice &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;When we believe or say we have been offended, we usually mean we feel insulted, mistreated, snubbed, or disrespected. And certainly clumsy, embarrassing, unprincipled, and mean-spirited things do occur in our interactions with other people that would allow us to take offense. However, it ultimately is impossible for another person to offend you or to offend me. Indeed, believing that another person offended us is fundamentally false. To be offended is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; we make; it is not a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;condition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; inflicted or imposed upon us by someone or something else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can I hear an AMEN?!!? This man said it like it is :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic came up in my mind as I was driving home from work this morning. As I was listening to Air1 (a Christian rock radio station) and this song came on &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Gt0WluTpFTg"&gt;My Savior. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likely to most powerful thought (to me at least) was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"Through the strengthening power of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, you and I can be blessed to avoid and triumph over offense. 'Great peace have they which love thy law: and nothing shall offend them' (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/ps/119/165#165" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/ps/119//165#165')" target="contentWindow" class="scriptureRef"&gt;Psalm 119:165&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Goes back to with God all things are possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, my little spout off on something that was on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-8006546821360365327?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/8006546821360365327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=8006546821360365327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8006546821360365327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8006546821360365327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-offended.html' title='I&apos;m Offended!!!!!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-1019481680487968239</id><published>2008-07-10T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:00:40.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today by chance I saw my horoscope which said:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "You might need to look past your deep emotions today when there's a major time crunch and            you have to get a lot of stuff done in a little bit of time. There simply won't be time to explore            your feelings the way you might want to. But don't worry -- once everything is over, you will            have plenty of time to vent your frustration and share what's in your heart with all the right            people. Your objectivity and clear-headedness are what you need to rely on most today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh!!! It hit the nail on the head with what's happing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-1019481680487968239?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/1019481680487968239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=1019481680487968239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1019481680487968239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1019481680487968239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy!!!!!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-4636153698843852979</id><published>2008-06-28T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:33:30.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>After a few up's and downs today is moving day. I got to pick up the uhaul truck in about 20 min and then I'll spend the rest of the day filling it up. While I'm packing it the carpet people will be at my house putting in the carpet!! I only found out yesterday that they would be able to put it in before I move. Which makes me very happy :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little sleepy I worked last night-- I'm hoping everything goes smoothly the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not signed up for internet service, so this maybe the past post for a little bit. But I think everyone has my phone number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats a quick up date, gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-4636153698843852979?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/4636153698843852979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=4636153698843852979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4636153698843852979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4636153698843852979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/06/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-6345026843488609418</id><published>2008-06-22T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:14:01.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red-- Master Floor Layer!</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been fully booked with projects at the new place. I'm learning a lot from this experience; such as when paint, the parts you can't reach the first time and you come back to with a smaller brush, well thats called "cutting in". I've learned that I am a VERY poor painter but that my sister Ebster is as amazing and FAST painter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that Lowe's carpeting says they will have the carpeting in the house in 3 days, but sadly it is not true we are going on 2 1/2 weeks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopefully &lt;/span&gt;they will get the be putting it in on the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funnest things I've learned is how to lay laminate flooring down. As I finished the last little bit of the entry way I felt that I had accomplished a great task. It looks so good. I realize that the flooring is made in such a way that an idiot can do it. Getting everything to line up just right and cutting the ones to fit right is somewhat difficult. Surprisingly it goes pretty fast. Anyways thats done, on to the bathroom.... OH JOY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm moving there is only one option for internet service and I think the price per month is too high, and as of the moment I've not signed up for it. I'm sure I'll buckle in and get it but I'll put it off as long as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house almost looks like a new place. There were several dead cotton wood trees on the property, my dad came by the other day with his handy dandy chainsaw, no more trees!!! Just getting rid of those gives the outside a facelift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I spoke this a contractor person who said that I don't have to get a permit in order to stucco the house, which makes me happy!! So I'll be saving my pennies and someday I'll get that done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures; sorry they are such a poor quality I took them with my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SF6mdpxUjaI/AAAAAAAAADo/pYGeRIBRnrU/s1600-h/Photo0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SF6mdpxUjaI/AAAAAAAAADo/pYGeRIBRnrU/s400/Photo0295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214788446900751778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hallway does not lean this bad in real life My room is the 3rd on the right.  The hallway is sky blue someday it will have clouds and a dorky saying as you walk in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SF6lwzrY7GI/AAAAAAAAADY/G9BChKQKkYw/s1600-h/Photo0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SF6lwzrY7GI/AAAAAAAAADY/G9BChKQKkYw/s400/Photo0294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214787676466113634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My amazing flooring skills!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-6345026843488609418?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/6345026843488609418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=6345026843488609418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6345026843488609418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6345026843488609418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/06/red-master-floor-layer.html' title='Red-- Master Floor Layer!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SF6mdpxUjaI/AAAAAAAAADo/pYGeRIBRnrU/s72-c/Photo0295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-7503469059598500418</id><published>2008-06-19T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:35:09.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Thought</title><content type='html'>So I just got off work about 20 minutes ago. It was another rotten night in the ER. The good news is that it's my Friday and I have a few days off before I get to go do it again.  I can't even begin to explain the things that happen at work. From the patients I care for, to the family members that are in my face, yelling at me for a bunch of bull sh---.  I work my rear end off, I do at time actually get to save lives. But it seems as of late I've been getting a lot of full blown psych patients who want to get as much for free as they can. I don't mind working hard but this job is pushing me my last nerve. I can take care of you and meet you physical needs, I attempt to be a compassionate nurse, but no matter what it's never good enough. Someone will ALWAYS be mad and feel the need to get in my face. And I'm supposed to remain calm and be the bigger person, which by the way I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's hard to imagine that just six months ago I was so excited to be working as an RN. And now I'm counting down the days till I'm at my one year mark and can transfer to another department. Being an ER nurse has changed me, it's made me angry and cold at the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really shouldn't complain it pays good, it's allowing me to buy my first house, and I don't always have to be there. I get to go home and have a nice comfortable life. By hating my job so much it's made me value and want to be with my family even more. It's the highlight of my week to spend my days off with them. Many of my other good friends I seem to have fallen away from just because time is so short and I want to spend as much of it with the people I love and who really love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok  I noticed I've had a lot of posts about work, I try to thing of something else interesting to write about. But for now, GOODNIGHT! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-7503469059598500418?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/7503469059598500418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=7503469059598500418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7503469059598500418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7503469059598500418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/06/quick-thought.html' title='A Quick Thought'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-5235435863398106707</id><published>2008-06-18T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:19:42.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorant people following an ignorant man</title><content type='html'>I found this video today, it's crazy that people would even follow this guy. Let alone get that terrible tattoo put on their body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0eOMReKduY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0eOMReKduY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may think he's the anti-christ, I don't believe he is, but I find it interesting how many people are willing to believe this BS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-5235435863398106707?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/5235435863398106707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=5235435863398106707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/5235435863398106707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/5235435863398106707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/06/ignorant-people-following-ignorant-man.html' title='Ignorant people following an ignorant man'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-4027557151655510716</id><published>2008-06-10T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:22:21.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HI!</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy last couple days, I go back to work tonight, so not much will be happening for the next three days. I think I'm coming down with the flu (body aches, sore throat...) great! And it's at the start of my work week. Anyone have a special formula that will make me better?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the key to the house, and the carpet people came yesterday and measured. They should call either today or tomorrow to come put it in. Once it's in I'll move in. I'm hoping the carpeting to be put in before Thursday so I can rent a u-haul on Friday morning after work to move everything over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor abused body is so tired right now, I'm off to make some soup and go back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-4027557151655510716?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/4027557151655510716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=4027557151655510716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4027557151655510716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4027557151655510716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi.html' title='HI!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-8005031522341944505</id><published>2008-06-05T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:22:44.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funny.com/_fc/wm640/0/3/fn.CHXQW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.funny.com/_fc/wm640/0/3/fn.CHXQW.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Silly picture!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-8005031522341944505?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/8005031522341944505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=8005031522341944505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8005031522341944505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8005031522341944505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-more.html' title='One More....'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-6264557047987532722</id><published>2008-06-05T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:21:20.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is SO AMAZING!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funny.com/_fc/wm640/0/2/fn.CGZYF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.funny.com/_fc/wm640/0/2/fn.CGZYF.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-6264557047987532722?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/6264557047987532722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=6264557047987532722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6264557047987532722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6264557047987532722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-so-amazing.html' title='This Is SO AMAZING!!!!!!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-1614488466480666642</id><published>2008-06-04T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T02:44:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Long Will It Last</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 months since D2 and I broke up, and at the time it seemed like the right thing to do. But I can't seem to get out of my mind that I made a big mistake. It makes me sad thinking of everything we had and I was the one that called it off. I heard a song today that reminded me of him and it made me cry. I can't believe that he was able to get married so quickly. When I can't even think about dating anyone else. As I'm packing my apartment I came across a love letter he sent and pictures of us on the day we got engaged and it brought back some really sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;But it makes me wonder, how long until I don't care about him anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of that I can't change anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have any cool thoughts to share. I'm slowly (VERY slowly) packing my apartment up. If anyone wants to do something before I move away, let me know. Okay so I'm not really moving that far but hey it would be nice to catch up sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-1614488466480666642?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/1614488466480666642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=1614488466480666642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1614488466480666642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1614488466480666642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-long-will-it-last.html' title='How Long Will It Last'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-1448735632096105805</id><published>2008-06-01T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:02:18.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First September 11th related divorce</title><content type='html'>I found this online and it made me laugh.... so I'd thought I'd share it with y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thatsweird.net/Pictures/wtc_divorce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.thatsweird.net/Pictures/wtc_divorce.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-1448735632096105805?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/1448735632096105805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=1448735632096105805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1448735632096105805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1448735632096105805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-september-11th-related-divorce.html' title='First September 11th related divorce'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-4291623441292542873</id><published>2008-05-29T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:27:02.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do</title><content type='html'>Well in just a couple of hours I'll be going back to work for another fun filled night in the ER. The thing is that I can hardly stand it. The stress level is literally killing me. I hate night shift I hardly sleep during the day. I have a chronic headache. And I feel like my career as an RN was a complete waste of time and money. My co-workers are the most perverted, lazy, and whinny bunch of people I've worked with. They make work messirable. The patients I don't have any problems with in fact most of them are cooler then my co-workers. I dislike so much about this job about the only thing I like is the money. I've not been very good about handling this increased stress I've become a stress eater. It's strange that when I eat it actually releases my anxiety/stress about going to work. I need to find a better stress reliever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to stay at my current job for a year. If I leave early I loose my sign on bonus and will likely have a very hard time getting another job. This hospital has spent a lot of money training me to be a nurse (I was told once that the hospital has spent about $60,000 to train me). I dread every day going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I can't change much of that but the good news is that I'll be getting the keys to my house June 7th. I'm very much looking forward to it. It will need a lot of work but thats ok, it will give me something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now I'll try to keep up a little bit better on blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-4291623441292542873?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/4291623441292542873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=4291623441292542873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4291623441292542873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4291623441292542873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-to-do.html' title='What To Do'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-8294423689011532740</id><published>2008-05-24T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T07:56:10.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day Off!!</title><content type='html'>This morning I got off work and it's my Friday. I have a few things I need to do (go to the bank, clean house ect) and then there are a few things i'd like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that probably the greatest day off the week is Saturday it's the day I'm most likely going to be able to spend with family/friends. It's also the day to find some amazing yard sales! This morning the weather is a little bit nasty looking so I don't think I'll find a lot of sales, but I'll for sure be going out to visit my parents and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is so tired but I only get three days off and then I have to go back for three more; it just doesn't make since to spend one of my precious days off sleeping. But maybe I can convince my little sister to take a nap this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho the plans for the house are coming along very well. I got paint a few days back. Super fun because I got it on sale/extremely cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok kids thats all for now. Remember to make good choices! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-8294423689011532740?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/8294423689011532740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=8294423689011532740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8294423689011532740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8294423689011532740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-day-off.html' title='My First Day Off!!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-7971301482337405269</id><published>2008-05-22T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:17:51.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Stop Homesexual Marriage in California</title><content type='html'>I just signed a petition supporting an emergency supension of&lt;br /&gt;California's outrageous court ruling that sanctioned homosexual&lt;br /&gt;marriage. Same-sex marriage licenses will be issued by June 15 at&lt;br /&gt;the latest. We have very little time to stop this ruling. Please go&lt;br /&gt;here to sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.libertyaction.org/290/petition.asp?PID=16609125&amp;amp;NID=1"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_yshortcuts" id="EC_lw_1211462119_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003399;"&gt;http://www.libertyaction.org/290/petition.asp?PID=16609125&amp;amp;NID=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-7971301482337405269?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/7971301482337405269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=7971301482337405269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7971301482337405269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7971301482337405269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/help-stop-homesexual-marriage-in.html' title='Help Stop Homesexual Marriage in California'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-5663803185730982585</id><published>2008-05-19T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:59:00.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude Is Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the  mirror,  and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Well,' she said, 'I think I'll braid my hair today.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So she did and she had a wonderful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only  two hairs on her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'H-M-M,' she said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'I think I'll part my hair down the middle today.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So she did and she had a grand day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only  one hair on her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' she said, 'today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail.'&lt;br /&gt;So  she did, and she had a fun, fun day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't  a single hair on her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'YAY!' she exclaimed.    I don't have to fix my hair  today!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Baskerville;font-size:100%;color:#0000a0;" id="role_document"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude is everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-5663803185730982585?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/5663803185730982585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=5663803185730982585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/5663803185730982585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/5663803185730982585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/attitude-is-everything.html' title='Attitude Is Everything'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3547624157265546818</id><published>2008-05-17T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:00:03.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherokee Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The hospital where I'm employed, at the beginning of staff meetings they have reflections. They are inspirational/uplifting thoughts. Many times they are pretty "lame" but the one yesterday was kinda cool. I was able to find it online, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="post" id="post-350"&gt;    &lt;h2 style="border: medium none ;"&gt;Cherokee Indian Boys Become A Man&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth’s rite of passage?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He cannot tell the other boys of this experience because each lad must come into manhood on his own. The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even some human might do him harm. The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Finally, after a horrific night, the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold. It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him. He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We, too, are never alone. Even when we don’t know it, our Heavenly Father is watching over us, sitting on the stump beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Moral of the Story:&lt;br /&gt;Just because you can’t see God, doesn’t mean He is not there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“For we walk by faith, not by sight.” &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Corinthians%205:7&amp;amp;version=31" title="2 Corinthians 5:7" target="_blank"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I told you it was good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3547624157265546818?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3547624157265546818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3547624157265546818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3547624157265546818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3547624157265546818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/cherokee-indian.html' title='Cherokee Indian'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-8779932972044910587</id><published>2008-05-14T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:14:01.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cute Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SCt0qtDTx9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0IeoildZX2A/s1600-h/enchanted_poster_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SCt0qtDTx9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0IeoildZX2A/s320/enchanted_poster_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200378471726172114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few months back I went to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://adisney.go.com/disneyvideos/liveaction/enchanted/"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (need I say it was with D2) and I like it a lot it's a very cute movie. Carrie Underwood sings a song called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22355%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/ioGpA1UmyxM&amp;amp;hl=en%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22wmode%22%20value=%22transparent%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/ioGpA1UmyxM&amp;amp;hl=en%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20wmode=%22transparent%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22355%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;Ever Ever After&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. It is pretty cool song, you should listen to it. If you've not seen the movie I'd rent it this weekend and watch it. It's a good family film :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-8779932972044910587?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/8779932972044910587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=8779932972044910587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8779932972044910587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8779932972044910587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/cute-movie.html' title='A Cute Movie'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SCt0qtDTx9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0IeoildZX2A/s72-c/enchanted_poster_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-738428515171792708</id><published>2008-05-14T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:54:17.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The last few days (more like weeks) it seems that life has somehow become more complicated. Many different problems are happening to family members and friends. And I have a lot on my mind right now. I feel like I'm in so deep. I just keep telling myself to stop looking at th big picture right now and focus/fix just whats in front of me. When I look at all thats happening I become overwhelmed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today when I thought my stress level could not get any higher and that I my heart was just going to "explode" I took a walk to the corner market; it's a nice walk (with sidewalks!). Once I got there I treated myself some flavored water and headed back home. The walk was great for a few minutes I was able to just forget (more like just put aside) everything happening and do something which is constructive. Instead of just sitting at home stressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;As I was getting ready for bed I was reminded of everything happening and could not even relax. Needless to say my apartment is sure getting detailed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Well I can't fix anything else tonight and I'm tired so off to bed. (Nice deep cleansing breath). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Good night :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-738428515171792708?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/738428515171792708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=738428515171792708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/738428515171792708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/738428515171792708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-much-stress.html' title='Too Much Stress'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-4258612812372572653</id><published>2008-05-13T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:45:19.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theodore Roosevelt's mouth to our ears......what happened??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;This is one email that needs to be forwarded until every American receives it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is 1907, one hundred years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theodore Roosevelt's ideas on Immigrants and being an AMERICAN in 1907.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person's becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American...There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn't an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag... We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language... and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Theodore Roosevelt 1907&lt;br /&gt;Every American citizen needs to read this! &lt;br /&gt;KEEP THIS MOVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-4258612812372572653?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/4258612812372572653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=4258612812372572653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4258612812372572653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4258612812372572653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/theodore-roosevelts-mouth-to-our.html' title='Theodore Roosevelt&apos;s mouth to our ears......what happened??'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-6081591865626663820</id><published>2008-05-09T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T05:41:26.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: webdings;"&gt;A few days ago at work I was talking with one of my co-workers and she stated she was a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) meaning if her heart stops or she stops breathing she wants NOTHING done. She does not want CPR, do be on a ventilator, or drugs that could start her heart back up. Just let her go as nature planned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: webdings;"&gt;As I think about death honestly it bothers me... I guess thats the understatement of the year! I've worked hard doing CPR (which is VERY physically demanding) and pushing drugs (mentally demanding) as I can and still people die, it's a part of life. Ultimately it's God choice when you go. I can except that  death must happen to all . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: webdings;"&gt;But at the same time I  don't see myself ever getting to the point of excepting MY death. It's the one thing in life no one can tell you what happens or how it feels. Think about it even child birth although I've never gone through it I have a very good understanding of what happens. There are billions of women who've been through it and can give you incite on what to expect. However with dieing no one can tell you how it felt to have your soul leave your body or what happened to your soul after your body died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: webdings;"&gt;I'm thinking of this very positive subject because in just about 2 hours I go through a test at work called ACLS (Advanced Cardiac Life Support). I'm going to be tested on my competence of knowing what I need to do if someones goes into respiratory/cardiac arrest. I know this stuff like the back of my had and I'm not worried about this class at all; but it does make me wonder what it will be like during/after my death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: webdings;"&gt;SoooO.... What do you think will happen? how did you come to that conclusion? D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-6081591865626663820?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/6081591865626663820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=6081591865626663820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6081591865626663820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6081591865626663820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-thought.html' title='A Random Thought'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-7777038721341248753</id><published>2008-05-08T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:35:58.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way Kids See It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Geneva;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Geneva;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Geneva;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;) NUDITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was    driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a&lt;br /&gt;woman    in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked!    As&lt;br /&gt;I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year- old shout from the back    seat,&lt;br /&gt;'Mom!  That lady isn' t wearing a seat belt!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2)    OPINIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a    note from&lt;br /&gt;his mother. The note read, 'The opinions expressed by this child    are not&lt;br /&gt;necessarily those of his parents.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3) KETCHUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was    trying hard to get the ketchup out of the bottle. During her&lt;br /&gt;struggle the    phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the&lt;br /&gt;phone. 'Mommy    can't come to the phone to talk to you right now. She's&lt;br /&gt;hitting the    bottle.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;4) MORE NUDITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found    himself in the women's locker&lt;br /&gt;room.  When he was spotted, the room    burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing&lt;br /&gt;towels and running for cover. The    little boy watched in amazement and then asked,&lt;br /&gt;'What's the matter, haven't    you ever seen a little boy before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5) POLICE # 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking a    routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was&lt;br /&gt;interrupted by a    little girl about 6 years old. Looking up and down at my&lt;br /&gt;uniform, she    asked, 'Are you a cop?' 'Yes', I answered and continued&lt;br /&gt;writing the report.    'My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is&lt;br /&gt;that    right?' 'Yes, that's right,' I told her. 'Well, then,' she said as    she&lt;br /&gt;extended her foot toward me, 'would you please tie my shoe?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;6)    POLICE # 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front    of the&lt;br /&gt;station.  As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was    barking and I saw a&lt;br /&gt;little boy staring in at me 'Is that a dog you got back    there?' he asked&lt;br /&gt;'It sure is,' I replied.  Puzzled, the boy looked at    me and then towards the&lt;br /&gt;back of the van. Finally he said, 'What'd he    do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;7) ELDERLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working for an organization that delivers    lunches to elderly&lt;br /&gt;shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my    afternoon rounds. She was&lt;br /&gt;unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances    of old age, particularly the canes,&lt;br /&gt;walkers and wheelchairs. One day I    found her staring at a pair of false teeth&lt;br /&gt;soaking in a glass. As I braced    myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she&lt;br /&gt;merely turned and    whispered, 'The tooth fairy will never believe this!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8) DRESS-UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A    little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw    her&lt;br /&gt;dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, 'Daddy, you shouldn't wear that    suit.' 'And&lt;br /&gt;why not, darling?' 'You know that it always gives you a    headache the next&lt;br /&gt;morning. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;9) SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl had just    finished her first week of school. 'I'm just wasting&lt;br /&gt;my time,' she said to    her mother. 'I can't read, I can't write and they won't&lt;br /&gt;let me    talk!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10) BIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy opened the big family Bible. He was    fascinated as he fingered&lt;br /&gt;through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell    out of the Bible. He picked&lt;br /&gt;up the object and looked at it. What he saw was    an old leaf that had been&lt;br /&gt;pressed in between the pages. 'Mama, look what I    found,' the boy called out. 'What&lt;br /&gt;have you got there, dear?' With    astonishment in the young boy's voice, he&lt;br /&gt;answered, 'I think it's Adam's    underwear.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-7777038721341248753?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/7777038721341248753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=7777038721341248753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7777038721341248753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7777038721341248753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/way-kids-see-it_08.html' title='The Way Kids See It'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-1215504838035119637</id><published>2008-05-05T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:39:23.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Getty</title><content type='html'>I'm off tomorrow! I want to go on a little trip to The &lt;a href="http://www.getty.edu/visit/"&gt;Getty&lt;/a&gt;. I've never been, but it sounds really cool. It's free to get in, parking is 8 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to see if anyone wants to go with me.... we share the gas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird day of the week to go, but these are my days off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-1215504838035119637?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/1215504838035119637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=1215504838035119637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1215504838035119637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1215504838035119637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/getty.html' title='The Getty'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-6491259597390253566</id><published>2008-05-01T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:10:25.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redhead Extinction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Last night during work I was told, by a patient, that by the year 2020 all redheads will be extinct. This person stated that she had read about it in some research paper, and was convinced that it was true. I got a good laugh out of it. I reminded everyone at work that I'm an endangered species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I decided to do a little research and I found out that SOME researchers believe that by 2100 redheads will be either extremely rare or completely gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in my searching I found "Red hair certainly has made the endangered list. But with 4 percent of 6.4 billion people carrying the gene, says University of Rochester Medical Center's David Pearce, it is too large a figure to be wiped out completely in the next 95 &lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/living/2002266852_redhair09.html"&gt;years&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways redheads are amazing, I need to make lots of little babies to help make sure redheads don't go extinct. I don't see how it could happen, because people   without red hair carry the gene and pass it on to their offspring. It's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;recessive trait, so it takes both parents passing on the same gene to produce a redheaded child. I'm a redhead, neither of my parents have red hair. I have 2 other sisters with red hair also. I think it's a good chance that if I marry a red head or a man with the gene I will also have red headed children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-6491259597390253566?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/6491259597390253566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=6491259597390253566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6491259597390253566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6491259597390253566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/redhead-extinction.html' title='Redhead Extinction'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-4191054103110066290</id><published>2008-05-01T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:22:21.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>How Smart Is Your Right Foot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;"&gt;Just try this... It is from an orthopedic surgeon....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;"&gt;This will boggle your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;"&gt;You will keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but you can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;"&gt;It's preprogrammed in your brain! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;"&gt;1. WITHOUT anyone watching you (they will think you are NUTS......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;"&gt;and while sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;"&gt;2. Now, while doing this, draw the number '6' in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_ecececapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there's nothing you can do about it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;"&gt;You and I both know how stupid it is, but before the day is done you are going to try it again, if you've not already done so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;"&gt;Send it to your friends to frustrate them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-4191054103110066290?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/4191054103110066290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=4191054103110066290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4191054103110066290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4191054103110066290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-smart-is-your-right-foot.html' title='How Smart Is Your Right Foot?'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3631533343724172099</id><published>2008-04-30T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T03:06:38.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Freak?!?!</title><content type='html'>I just have to put this up to vent. I found out that my ex is now engaged to someone else! We just broke up month ago. I'm reminded that I was nothing to him and anyone can take my place. It was a relief to finally be out of the relationship, but a little part of me is still sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it odd that I've not even thought of dating anyone else yet? My thought is that God has a better plan for my life and the right man is out there.... I just need him to look for me for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious that I work night shift, seeing it's almost 3 AM.  I'm getting a little sleepy now, so off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3631533343724172099?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3631533343724172099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3631533343724172099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3631533343724172099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3631533343724172099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-freak_30.html' title='What The Freak?!?!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-1253667143678481360</id><published>2008-04-30T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:14:02.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Annual Celebration</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the 23th annual celebration of my mothers willingness to bring another life into the world. Yes, yesterday was my birthday. It was a fun day, Ebster and I went to Knotts Berry farm, and then down to the beach. On are way back home we made a stop at Ripleys believe it or not. We saw a lot of many different and important things such as a the last supper on toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SBg3rxJ411I/AAAAAAAAACo/s8sbttGE6FQ/s1600-h/dl31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SBg3rxJ411I/AAAAAAAAACo/s8sbttGE6FQ/s320/dl31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194963395240580946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this lamb born with two heads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SBg46RJ412I/AAAAAAAAACw/oxhTtyF3Uh4/s1600-h/292009006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SBg46RJ412I/AAAAAAAAACw/oxhTtyF3Uh4/s320/292009006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194964743860311906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't take these pictures I wish I had brought a camera, there were so many interesting facts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-1253667143678481360?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/1253667143678481360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=1253667143678481360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1253667143678481360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1253667143678481360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/04/annual-celebration.html' title='The Annual Celebration'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SBg3rxJ411I/AAAAAAAAACo/s8sbttGE6FQ/s72-c/dl31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-8579007898257518007</id><published>2008-04-25T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:58:05.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Away She Goes!</title><content type='html'>I'm off for the weekend to visit my little brother. It's going to be pretty cool! Hope y'all have a fun filled, family weekend. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-8579007898257518007?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/8579007898257518007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=8579007898257518007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8579007898257518007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8579007898257518007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-away-she-goes.html' title='And Away She Goes!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-6405851380009848879</id><published>2008-04-24T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:46:22.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Speed</title><content type='html'>Today I was able to buy a washing machine. It's used, I got it on craigslist, it's pretty awesome. I've been waiting for the right deal to come up, finally I got one. I jumped on it and bought it. The only problem was getting back to my apartment. A friend of mine with a truck came and helped me move it. Let me tell you about the ride to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So "Speedy" comes over picks me up and precedes to drive to the other end of town to pick up. I have NEVER been in fear of my life more so then this 20 minute drive across town! He drives a F-350 truck, raised, with some supped up stuff that makes it go 0-70 in about 5 seconds. We had to take a dirt road for part of the trip which felt like we were going to roll out of control at any second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nice young man was trying man conversation however due to my overwhelming fear I was unable to talk. Seriously it was so scary. You know that guy on the freeway who in a big ol' truck and weaves in and out of traffic at about 95 mph... that was this man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very thankful that this man was able to help me get this a washer; but I don't think I could stand to have this horrific experience again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-6405851380009848879?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/6405851380009848879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=6405851380009848879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6405851380009848879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6405851380009848879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-speed.html' title='Don&apos;t Speed'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-9189488918917871403</id><published>2008-04-22T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:48:25.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Get Away!</title><content type='html'>Last night was another fun filled night of saving lives at General Hospital. It was extremely busy but in the morning in managed to let up a little and I got an interesting ICU  patient which kept me just busy enough to not get bored. I slept today and in a few hours I'll go on back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people (co-workers) I have the opportunity to work with are amazing. But there are several problem children that can make work so difficult. I asked the tech who was assigned to work on my side to do an EKG he gives me the an attitude but finally does it. I ask another tech if they'd dip a urine same freaken thing. We used to have really good techs at General but now we got these retarded lazy people who don't know what hardwork is. When I need a patient taken up nowhere to be found a single tech... guess they all left for "Tech Land".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These techs assume that the nurses are being lazy by asking them, but they need to keep in mind what's happening on my end. They have no idea how much has to be done by the nurses. have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started at General as a tech I did their job. And their job is to help the nurses and doctors. When I worked as a tech I was the ONLY one for the whole ER and ran my rear-end off for 12 hours. Now there are at least 6 techs on the floor. They get so put out to work but they seem to have plenty of time to sit and bullshit at the nurses station. I wish I had their job sit and not work and get paid. Last night only one of the 3 million techs working was worth a hill of beans and was very helpful. And the sad thing is this guy was not even assigned to work with me but he could see things needed to be done and went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thinking is that if I'm sitting around doing nothing and I see another nurse running her butt of I'm going to see what I can do to help. I don't understand how these techs can see that the entire ER is going nuts and just stand and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know that won't change anything but it makes me feel better now that I've vented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is my last night this week. I think after class on Friday I'm just going to go for a little trip somewhere. Maybe go camping again or drive to see family... who knows.  Anywho, peach out for now. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-9189488918917871403?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/9189488918917871403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=9189488918917871403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/9189488918917871403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/9189488918917871403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wanna-get-away.html' title='I Wanna Get Away!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-2078625709891058121</id><published>2008-04-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:07:01.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMOR OF THE NURSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"The nurse brought a lunch tray to Norman Cousins, who was in a hospital "laughing his way to wellness." The nurse also brought Mr. Cousins one of those glasses used for urine specimens, saying that when convenient he should put a specimen in the glass, that she´d pick it up when she came back to pick up the tray. Mr. Cousins, seeing some apple juice on the tray, put two and two together, and poured the juice in the specimen glass. The nurse came back. She picked up the specimen, held it up to the light, said, "Mr. Cousins, this looks a little off, the color doesn´t seem quite right, are you feeling okay?" Mr. Cousins reached out his hand for the glass and said, "Here, let me look."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;After looking at it, he said, "Okay, I´ll run it through again," then drank it. The nurse fainted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The first time a patient did this to me I was blown away, it only took a second for me to figure it out. I do have to say it was pretty funny. It hasn't really happened since I've been in ER, probably because people aren't there long enough to get THAT bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-2078625709891058121?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/2078625709891058121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=2078625709891058121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2078625709891058121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2078625709891058121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/04/humor-of-nurse.html' title='HUMOR OF THE NURSE'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3605387136636564127</id><published>2008-04-18T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:22:06.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found This Online!</title><content type='html'>This is soooooo extremely funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdDMpx7e-0I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdDMpx7e-0I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go to furniture stores I sit on everything, checking to see which is the most comfortable. I see I'm not the only one, but I will defiantly be more careful from now on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3605387136636564127?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3605387136636564127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3605387136636564127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3605387136636564127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3605387136636564127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-found-this-online.html' title='I found This Online!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3681234841607512938</id><published>2008-04-16T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:51:41.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, Frustrated, Bummed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;In the last 24 hours I've had about 2.5 hours of sleep. When I finished my shift at 0730, then had a staff meeting. After the staff meeting I had to go to a self-defense class because I work in ER. Finally I got to go home and sleep a few hours before the repair men for charter came over to fix the internet. After they left I was in desperate need of going grocery shopping. I was able to get all the food I'll need for the next few weeks; which is a nice feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;After grocery shopping I went to Lowes. It's been getting pretty hot during the day, and it makes  trying to sleep very uncomfortable/difficult (night shift stinks). I bought a small little water-cooler. One which I can put water in and push it to where I need it. It's a indoor one (or at least I'm making it one!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Anywho After all that I came home made something to eat. With some help I was able to put together the water-cooler. I got several phone calls during this process which just me very angry at certain people and situations. Both of which I have little control over, unless I was able to win the lottery. I know part of it's I'm sleep deprived, and once I finally go to sleep for the night I'll feel a lot better. But right now I'm a hot head! People assume that because I'm a nurse and done with school, I automatically have large amounts of money &amp;amp; unlimited time off. I sometimes over-react too much when my buttons are pushed. Mainly because people aren't looking at whats happing on my end. I try hard to see everyones point of view. I try to be none judgmental and understanding to personal situations but it seems that I don't get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I need to stop. Actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;as I write this out I'm reminded of what Jesus taught (see below) and I see that I have a lot of room for improvement. It reminds me that I should not get hostile with others. I can't control them. I can not control a lot of what life brings. But I can control everything I do and how I respond to those problems. Ok I'm done for today, going to do dishes and go to bed. Take care. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt; "Blessed are the poor in spirit,&lt;br /&gt;for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are they who mourn,&lt;br /&gt;for they shall be comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the meek,&lt;br /&gt;for they shall inherit the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;for they shall be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the merciful,&lt;br /&gt;for they shall obtain mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the pure of heart,&lt;br /&gt;for they shall see God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the peacemakers,&lt;br /&gt;for they shall be called children of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Gospel of St. &lt;a href="http://biblescripture.net/Matthew.html"&gt;Matthew&lt;/a&gt; 5:3-10 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3681234841607512938?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3681234841607512938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3681234841607512938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3681234841607512938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3681234841607512938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/04/tired-frustrated-bummed.html' title='Tired, Frustrated, Bummed'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3791501197703029032</id><published>2008-04-13T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:14:02.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Oh The Pain!</title><content type='html'>I had a run-in with the ground, at about 40 mph yesterday, and I'm feeling it today. It took me about 10 tries before I actually made it out of bed today. I never noticed how much I use my elbows to get up out of bed. Or that my hips really have to bend that far to sit down. Trying to get dressed that was another obstacle. Anyways today has been a very uneventful day; I've been laying around the house today goofing around on the internet. I'll recover fine, the only serious damage was to my ego. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say laugher is the best medicine so here ya go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SALM3PU8wbI/AAAAAAAAACU/UQ8F1O70qsI/s1600-h/gasstation3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SALM3PU8wbI/AAAAAAAAACU/UQ8F1O70qsI/s320/gasstation3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188934970063503794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RACHEL%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990033;"&gt;Did you hear the one    about the woman who begged her husband to take her somewhere expensive    for a change? He drove her to the corner gas station.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666633;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3791501197703029032?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3791501197703029032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3791501197703029032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3791501197703029032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3791501197703029032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-pain.html' title='Oh The Pain!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/SALM3PU8wbI/AAAAAAAAACU/UQ8F1O70qsI/s72-c/gasstation3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-2021068641173038804</id><published>2008-04-12T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:33:24.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>So had a few up's and downs the last few months which lead to a very hard and difficult breakup with D2. Yes I am again single. But in my heart it is a relief and I know it was the right thing to do. I learned a lot which I will use to make sure I don't repeat history. That said on with the blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone on facebook sent this to me on my "fun wall" and I thought it was great. &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LfeXxkbgCVE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LfeXxkbgCVE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in karma; seriously what you give is what you get. If you are dishonest and hurtful it comes back to bite you. If you're loving and kind you will find the loving and kind people in the world. One might ask what changed between the beginning of the video and the end?&lt;br /&gt; His perspective. So did ya get it... "Get Service".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-2021068641173038804?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/2021068641173038804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=2021068641173038804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2021068641173038804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2021068641173038804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-6603821957611246707</id><published>2008-02-23T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T12:02:17.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy History Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hi Y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been awhile since my last post. At one time I found blogging a lot of fun and a way for me to vent, mainly because I was living alone and had no one to talk with. But I've found a special person who is fun I can vent to, and I'm no longer alone. So I don't need a blog anymore. I will continue to read/comment on people's blogs but I don't plan on posting anymore. Thanks for stopping by and listening to my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now read this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read this many many times and it still amazes me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.&lt;br /&gt;Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Both Presidents were shot in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it gets really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln 's secretary was named Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were assassinated by Southerners.&lt;br /&gt;Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.&lt;br /&gt;Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.&lt;br /&gt;Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both assassins were known by their three names.&lt;br /&gt;Both names are composed of fifteen letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hang on to your seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford.'&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln' made by 'Ford.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the kicker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland&lt;br /&gt;A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy huh? Send this to as many people as you can, cause: Hey, this is one history lesson people don't mind reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-6603821957611246707?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/6603821957611246707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=6603821957611246707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6603821957611246707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6603821957611246707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/02/creepy-history-lesson.html' title='Creepy History Lesson'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3476900276357164016</id><published>2008-02-16T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:13:48.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Payday</title><content type='html'>Today is payday! It's my first check as an RN. I was amazed at the size of it. I could hardly believe that I was really making that much money. It defiantly comes in the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in class all day today at work. It's a little on the boring side, but heck I'm being paid to sit there. After work D2 and I went to a formal dance. It's a lot of fun getting all dressed up. He wore a very nice suit and I had a beautiful evening gown. Together we were HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired right now, I can't think right so I'm going to finally get a good night sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3476900276357164016?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3476900276357164016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3476900276357164016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3476900276357164016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3476900276357164016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/02/payday.html' title='Payday'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3193464150199079563</id><published>2008-02-14T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:35:50.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Big News</title><content type='html'>Some of you could already see this coming but D2 and I are officially engaged!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it went down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got off work this morning we went down to disneyland. D2 had this idea to try and hit as many of the camera people to take our picture. So thats what we did, the last planned stop was out front of disneyland near the flowers of mickey. We took so pictures, but D2 was not pleased with something, and asked the lady to take a few more pictures. Next thing I know is he is on one knee with a ring asking me to marry him. I was a little shocked, but in my gut I knew something was up. By the way I said yes. The disneyland people were so great they took lots of pictures of us and were so sweet. After all that we decided to go walk around d-land a little bit more. We got on the horseless carriage and told the driver we had just gotten engaged; we were given a private ride up to the castle. But all the way up to the castle the lady was yelling "These people just got engaged!" to ever single person we passed. I think I turned a very red, and was extremely pleased to get off the car. The people of main street smiled, waved, and some clapped. All in all the driver made this day even more memorable. By the way before you ask no date set yet. We are planning on getting married in the temple, but thats about as far as our planning has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been  up since yesterday (2/13/08) at 4:30pm; I'm a little tired now so I will attempted to write more at a later date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3193464150199079563?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3193464150199079563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3193464150199079563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3193464150199079563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3193464150199079563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-big-news.html' title='More Big News'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-7924745596335318518</id><published>2008-02-12T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:44:40.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good News</title><content type='html'>The real good news is that &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=e419fb40e21cef00VgnVCM1000001f5e340aRCRD"&gt;Jesus &lt;/a&gt;can save you from your sins, but the second good news is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 8:10 this morning I got a text message from "H" R.N. but I was too tired to get up and see what it said. Finally I got up about and hour later and my text message said Red R.N. I text her back and said "WHAT ?!?! OMGosh! I Can't believe it!!!!". About 2 minutes after that "E" R.N. called to tell me that I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Red Small Delight R.N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(btw that really is my name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-7924745596335318518?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/7924745596335318518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=7924745596335318518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7924745596335318518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7924745596335318518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-news.html' title='The Good News'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-6835020148346937412</id><published>2008-02-11T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:21:53.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeeeelllllo</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a few days since my last post. So much has happened in my personal life. I could not even attempt to put some of it up here. D2 and I have come to terms with our disagreements and we are hoping to spend the rest of our lives together. I'm a little afraid of "settling down".  But at the same time it's also exciting time of life. Here's one of my faviorite stories. It makes me think "what do I need to do to accomplish my goals"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;font-size:180%;color:#990066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream To Fly &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Author Unknown (this is a true story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry Walters is among the relatively few who have actually turned their dreams into reality. His story is true, even though you may find it hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry was a truck driver, but his lifelong dream was to fly. When he graduated from high school, he joined the Air Force in hopes of becoming a pilot. Unfortunately, poor eyesight disqualified him. So, when he finally left the service, he had to satisfy himself with watching others fly the fighter jets that criss-crossed the skies over his backyard. As he sat there in his lawn chair, he dreamed about the magic of flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, Larry Walters got an idea. He went down to the local Army-Navy surplus store and bought a tank of helium and forty-five weather balloons. These were not your brightly colored party balloons, these were heave-duty spheres measuring more than four feet across when fully inflated. Back in his yard, Larry used straps to attach the balloons to his lawn chair, the kind you might have in your own back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He anchored the chair to the bumper of his jeep and inflated the balloons with helium. Then he packed some sandwiches and drinks and loaded a BB gun, figuring he could pop a few of those balloons when it was time to return to &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1202721297_11"&gt;earth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His preparations complete, Larry Walters sat in his chair and cut the anchoring cord. His plan was to lazily float up a ways, and then lazily back down to terra firma. But, things didn't quite work out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Larry cut the cord, he didn't float lazily up - he shot up as if fired from a cannon! Nor did he go up a couple hundred feet. He climbed and climbed, until he finally leveled off at eleven THOUSAND feet! At that height, he could hardly risk deflating any of the balloons, lest he unbalance the load and really experience flying! So, he stayed up there, sailing around for fourteen hours, totally at a loss as to how to get down. Eventually, Larry drifted into the approach corridor for &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1202721297_12"&gt;Los Angeles International Airport&lt;/span&gt;. A Pan Am pilot radioed the tower about passing a guy in a lawn chair at eleven thousand feet... with a gun in his lap. (Now there's a conversation I would have liked to have heard!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAX is right on the ocean, and you may know that at nightfall, the winds on the coast begin to change. So, as dusk fell, Larry began drifting out to sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, the Navy dispatched a helicopter to rescue him. But, the rescue team had a hard time getting to him, because the draft from their propeller kept pushing his home-made contraption farther and farther away. Eventually they were able to hover over him and drop a rescue line with which they gradually hauled him back to &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1202721297_13"&gt;earth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Larry hit the ground, he was arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as he was being led away in handcuffs, a television reporter called out to ask, "Mr. Walters, why did you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry stopped, eyed the man for a moment and replied nonchalantly,&lt;br /&gt;"A man can't just sit around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;font-size:78%;"&gt;Seriously, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing today to make your dreams and goals come true?&lt;br /&gt;"What happens tomorrow depends on what you do today." Are you doing something to improve your life... or just sitting around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-6835020148346937412?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/6835020148346937412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=6835020148346937412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6835020148346937412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6835020148346937412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/02/heeeeeelllllo.html' title='Heeeeeelllllo'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-2056328206259216168</id><published>2008-02-06T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:53:20.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hey y'all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Thanks for the thoughts and prayers. I took boards this morning, the test was very hard. I felt I studied the best I could and I'm just going to hope for a miracle. The test shut off at 75 questions. I did not have any OB or psych question. I had a lot of check all that apply seriously I think I had like 10. Two math questions. And several questions that were very specific about medications, I think I knew those pretty good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My gut feeling is because it shut off at 75 and that I didn't have OB or psych questions I did not pass. The test was so hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Going in for the test I felt calm; and during the test my mind was clear. I believe it was because the thoughts and prayers of everyone. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know for sure what happens as soon as I find out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-2056328206259216168?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/2056328206259216168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=2056328206259216168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2056328206259216168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2056328206259216168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/02/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-419351326416738084</id><published>2008-02-05T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:51:14.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCLEX Board's</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning at 0800 I will be sitting to take my NCLEX exam. This test will decide if I will be a RN. Please say a little prayer for me.&lt;br /&gt;--RED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-419351326416738084?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/419351326416738084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=419351326416738084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/419351326416738084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/419351326416738084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/02/nclex-boards.html' title='NCLEX Board&apos;s'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3729141437619548594</id><published>2008-02-03T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:36:11.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prophet'/><title type='text'>A Great Man</title><content type='html'>D2 (boyfriend) and I went up to Salt Lake City for the viewing/funeral services of President Hinckley. I had said to D2 that I would like to go, and some how between the two of us we were able to make it work. To say the services were nice does not really do justice. The feeling of being on the temple grounds was such a wonderful and peaceful feeling. I was reminded again of what a great man President Hinckley was. As I went by him in the viewing, I could feel that he was a prophet of God. After leaving the funeral services I was inspired to again "stand a little taller" and just "be smart".  &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DONH655IR1E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DONH655IR1E&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3729141437619548594?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3729141437619548594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3729141437619548594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3729141437619548594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3729141437619548594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-man.html' title='A Great Man'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3277280823040579424</id><published>2008-01-28T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:07:41.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my two cents'/><title type='text'>Life Is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Today was my first day as an IPN (during the time I wait to take boards, I'm called an IPN). It's exciting and scary at the same time to start a new job. I have hospital orientation for the next three days. I learned about the Sisters who started the hospital, and the hard work that was put into it. And the values and mission of the hospital. Something that I find very cool, mainly because I've worked for them before, is that they really do live up to their mission and the values. They put the patients and their families first and make changes so that the nurses and other staff can give excellent care to them. This hospital is the really the best hospital the area. Although I'm not looking forward to working on nights; I am looking forward to working for the best. I know that I will learn so much and it has a lot of room for me to grow. I'm still really nervous about working and making sure I know everything. But I know that God will direct. He will assist me in remembering the things I need, in order to care for my patients and be able to learn the many new things that I will have as I embark on this new journey. It's a real blessing also to work for this hospital because I live so close; if I walk it's about 15 min. But riding my bike it's only maybe two minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;On another note this video is so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6PElpShXCmM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6PElpShXCmM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3277280823040579424?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3277280823040579424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3277280823040579424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3277280823040579424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3277280823040579424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-is-good.html' title='Life Is Good'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-1101338387133157628</id><published>2008-01-26T00:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:27:14.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does It Mean?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Someone I know took this quiz, and I thought it be fun to try. But I think it's broken, or I answered the questions wrong! Go take it and tell me what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="350" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="border: 1px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;You fit in with:&lt;br /&gt;Agnosticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% scientific.&lt;br /&gt;0% reason-oriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/agnosticism.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Your ideals mostly resemble those of an Agnostic.  You are fairly ambivalent towards any religion or spiritual connection.  You lead a very busy life and find that religion and spirituality are unnecessary to your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center" border="0" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_47.html"&gt;Take This Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this quiz entertaining! And for the record I do believe in God and I think I have a pretty good relationship with Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-1101338387133157628?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/1101338387133157628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=1101338387133157628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1101338387133157628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1101338387133157628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-does-it-mean.html' title='What Does It Mean?!?!?'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-2135535206487808750</id><published>2008-01-25T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:34:07.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Tagged?!?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was tagged by S'mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;10 years ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was 12 and probably chasing my brothers, hunting for lizards, and I one first place in my karate tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. See my beau. I'm waiting for him to come over now :-)&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the store find a cute/sexy dress for tomorrow (it has to be a Spanish style, which is hard to find!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Rescue my sister. She's coming to move with me for a bit. Yuppie! I got a roommate!&lt;br /&gt;4. Study of NCLEX, but that's something I do all the time!&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm meeting up with a girlfriend from nursing school to have dinner and play an NCLEX board game. Yes I have NCLEX on the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate, being with people, dogs, my job, the rain, the snow, being warm, making money, hiking, hugs, holding hands, walking up the stars, hiking, cooking, cleaning (serious when I'm stressed I clean, but my house is pretty clean so I don't really have much to clean), biking, camping, oh and did I mention hiking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;What would I do if I were suddenly made a billionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'd pay off my student loans, buy a house and dog, have a HUGE backyard with a lake and green rolling hills, buy a new car,   buy my little brother a house, pay my parents house off, put money away for a rainy day, go have fun, and give the rest away to  people who are important in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;3 of my bad habits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;2. Meeting bad boys and thinking they are "so wonderful!"&lt;br /&gt;3. Talking smack about people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;5 places I have lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lucerne Valley, CA&lt;br /&gt;2. Apple Valley, CA&lt;br /&gt;3. Adelanto , CA&lt;br /&gt;4. Ava, Missouri (kinda)&lt;br /&gt;5. My car, that was so much fun! jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;5 jobs that I have had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CNA&lt;br /&gt;2. EMT&lt;br /&gt;3. ER Tech&lt;br /&gt;4. Student Nurse Intern&lt;br /&gt;5. RN IP (next step RN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;5 Things people don't know about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;2. I CAN change a tire, but it takes me about three hours, and I'm serious about the three hours! &lt;a href="http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/changing-tire.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/changing-tire.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have an obsession with Ice Cream, and I have yet to find a guy or gal who thinks it's as awesome as me.&lt;br /&gt;4. I picked up a hitch-hiker in Utah so that I'd have someone to drive with. Talk about an interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hitch-hiked back from Utah to California once. Talk about an interesting experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-2135535206487808750?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/2135535206487808750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=2135535206487808750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2135535206487808750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2135535206487808750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-tagged.html' title='Me Tagged?!?!!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-6209614648640548632</id><published>2008-01-23T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:09:49.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my two cents'/><title type='text'>Not A Funny Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*****************WARNING I'M ON MY SOAP BOX*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I read this joke online today that was so sick. Right now, even as I think about it, my stomach feels upset and the thought that someone could even find it funny. The joke was on a popular website but there was no way to report it as inappropriate. I will not share it with you; but the gist of it was a girl (AS IN A CHILD) getting sexually abused by her father. How can someone find that funny?!? Why would someone even want to share that?!? The thing that I get enraged about the most is because this is something that happens and is horrible, and  and the person was making a joke out of it. Sexual abuse ruins lives. Those involved many times don't/CAN'T have normal relationships. They many times turn to drugs/alcohol. Can end up with a horrible STD. I could not even attempt to put up all the consequences of sexual abuse in children, there are many more physical and psychological devastating problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; font-family: arial;" class="opDefaultContent" id="opmodule_body"&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"... When a child is sexually abused, his innocence is stolen. Many sexual abuse survivors are ashamed to have already lost their virginity before they even knew what a virgin was. Sexual abuse survivors are deprived of the beauty of the innocent first kiss or first sexual experience. These are losses that need to be grieved"....  http://www.ehow.com/how_2131979_loss-innocence-after-sexual-abuse.html?ref=fuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the most disgusting thought of someone who is meant to protect you decides to feed there own physical wants. If anyone touches my niece, nephew, little sisters or future children I will... (I decided that it was not appropriate to put here) go to jail if I need to in order to protect these little ones. But sadly many children don't report it for fear of disappointing parents, or the perpetrator makes threats to hurt the child or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;*One U.S. governmental source counts 78,188 child victims of sexual abuse in 2003. That’s a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;rate of 1.2 per 1,000 American children. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(That seems like a VERY high number to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;*The 2001 National Crime Victimization Survey, which only covers youth 12-17, estimates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;that 1.9 per 1,000 children are raped or sexually assaulted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;*National surveys of adults find that 9-28% of women say they experienced some type of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;sexual abuse or assault in childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;All these estimates and others that are available have limitations and should be used with care&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; font-family: arial;" class="opDefaultContent" id="opmodule_body"&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt; http://www.unh.edu/ccrc/factsheet/pdf/CSA-FS20.pdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; font-family: arial;" class="opDefaultContent" id="opmodule_body"&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;You may ask who does these horrible things, well &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;here's what the website above says on that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Men perpetrate most sexual abuse and sex crimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;*Sex offenders against children tend to be juveniles or young adults under the age of 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;*Most sexual abuse and sex crimes are committed by people who know the victims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Acquaintances are most often the perpetrators, followed by family members and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;strangers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to protect a child from sexual abuse?&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't put it all here see this website for a complete list: http://www.apa.org/releases/sexabuse/protect.html . Here are a few points to keep in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1) Develop strong communication  skills with your children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; font-family: arial;" class="opDefaultContent" id="opmodule_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2) Make an effort to know  children's friends and their families.&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Teach your children that  their bodies are their own. That it is OK to say they do not want a hug or that  certain kinds of contact make them uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another source you may want to look at is the Megan's Law website http://www.meganslaw.ca.gov . My previous residence there is a sexual predator right down the street, needless to say it's also RIGHT next to a school. Do you know who your neighbors are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sends us children, they bring an added amount of joy, teach us patience, and we find that we have a greater capacity to love. WE MUST PROTECT THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-6209614648640548632?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/6209614648640548632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=6209614648640548632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6209614648640548632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6209614648640548632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-funny-joke.html' title='Not A Funny Joke'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-6316622578473790111</id><published>2008-01-23T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:58:39.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my two cents'/><title type='text'>Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>This evening I got so nervous and worried about my NCLEX exam (which is coming up soon) that I finally decided I need to stop thinking about it for a few, so I went to bed at 8pm. Now it's 2am and I'm wide awake. So I'm just going to get up and start studying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I do that I'm going to share my two cents! I love to go visit my Grandparents. They live a few states over and I go several times a year to visit. There home has a great feeling, I feel so loved when I go to visit. The community they live in neighbors actually talk to each other and not only that they also come over to visit! What neighbors could be friends?!? The thought never occurred, until I'm visiting. I only know one of my neighbors and that's because we went to school together. The people I share the wall of my apartment wall (in case that didn't make since, the people next door) are so grumpy! It's not like we have to be friends, but hey we do live right next to each other, if I said "Hi" the nice thing to say is "hello" or something similar back; instead I get snarled at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress,  the reason I brought up my Grandparents is, my grandma  has a picture frame in her house it has a picture of a Shepard and sheep. And says something like "when you can sleep don't count sheep, when you could talk to the Shepard".  It's an interesting thought which I have used. In school one time we were discussing how therapeutic prayer is. To just talk to someone about your concerns, worries, and thoughts is soothing. Prayer takes a load off. I can say, "I did this which was good, I did this that was bad, and I'm worried/scared about this" and for some reason it makes me feel better! I don't think I've ever gotten any amazing answers, just thoughts/ideas on what may work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about prayer, not only the therapeutic affect, but for me as a Christian, it is a time to talk with my God. To thank Him for saving my soul and ask for His continued mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDtCPYtqZXk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDtCPYtqZXk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-6316622578473790111?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/6316622578473790111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=6316622578473790111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6316622578473790111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6316622578473790111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-2453729079725096244</id><published>2008-01-20T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:17:44.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Strongest Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is an inspiring story. One which I believe we all can learn something from. I've heard it before, but it's such a good thing to hear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay For their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in Marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a Wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and Pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back Mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. On a bike. Makes Taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life.&lt;br /&gt;This love story began in Winchester , Mass. , 43 years ago, when Rick Was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him Brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  "He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him And his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an Institution.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes Followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the Engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was Anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  "Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a Lot was going on in his brain.  Rigged up with a computer that allowed Him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his Head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the School organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want To do that.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran More than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he Tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore For two weeks.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, It felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly Shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  ``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a Single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few Years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then They found a way to get into the race Officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the Qualifying time for Boston the following year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he Was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick Tried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii . It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud Getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you Think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with A cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best Time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world Record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to Be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the Time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  ``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a Mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries Was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' One doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.''  So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass. , always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  ``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   And the video is below....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4B-r8KJhlE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4B-r8KJhlE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, I can figure out why the video on the bottom came twice... and I can't figure out how to fix it. Sorry :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4B-r8KJhlE"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4B-r8KJhlE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-2453729079725096244?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/2453729079725096244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=2453729079725096244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2453729079725096244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2453729079725096244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/worlds-strongest-dad.html' title='World&apos;s Strongest Dad'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-8448381798642556396</id><published>2008-01-19T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:27:59.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my two cents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Best Things In Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ARE FREE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today I went out to visit my parents. My little sister "Smalls" has been begging (and at times harassing) me for a long time to come visit so we can go for a hike. Near my parents there are many good places to go hiking. We decided to go hike a mountain. But not just any mountain, it had to be a big one, AND it was very important to be fun! So we went off-roading in my dodge neon and found the perfect mountain. As I parked and looked up I was having a little bit of second thoughts. It was a very large pile of rocks and did not look too stable. But that didn't stop us, we hiked to the top and had the most amazing view. We had a 360 degree view of the valley. The mountain was very stable. It was fun as we tried to find my parents house and looked for my car. We played games. One game that we found fun was looking for where we would live if we were homeless, needless to say my energetic 9 year old  companion found some really cool places. I was a little surprised at the lack of wildlife, normally when I've gone to this area before we see birds, lizards, rabbits, and if we're lucky a coyote and if we're not a snake! But not this time we saw a bird and that was it. On the way back to my parent's we realized that it gets REALLY cold at night still and lizards would be sleeping. And birds fly south for the winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When we got back to the house, I found out that my mom would be working tonight and that my dad was taking another sister "Red2" to a dance; they said they could use a babysitter. I was overjoyed with this; I got to spend the entire day with three of the coolest kids around. They have so much energy. And they are such good kids. We watched a movie, made dinner, ate popcorn, listened to music, cleaned house, and read from a few books. After the girls got ready for bed I went to each one and was able to get the sweetest hugs and kisses, then they fell asleep extremely fast. My dad came home with "Red2" and they had a fun time. And seeing that I really did need to get back home to go back studying for boards I came back to my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On the way back it hit me that everything I did today didn't cost anything but time. And it was the most fulfilling day I've had in awhile. We had fun playing and working together. I look forward to hopefully doing it again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-8448381798642556396?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/8448381798642556396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=8448381798642556396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8448381798642556396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8448381798642556396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-things-in-life.html' title='The Best Things In Life....'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-8476738776531249574</id><published>2008-01-18T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:28:41.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter, The Atheist's Nightmare!</title><content type='html'>I love this video, I heard a more in depth discussion about this several years back. &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FZFG5PKw504&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FZFG5PKw504&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-8476738776531249574?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/8476738776531249574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=8476738776531249574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8476738776531249574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8476738776531249574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/peanut-butter-atheists-nightmare.html' title='Peanut Butter, The Atheist&apos;s Nightmare!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-7413542075162748627</id><published>2008-01-16T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:04:36.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico!!!</title><content type='html'>I am officially getting very worried about boards. I've been budgeting everything out the last few days, and found that if I fail boards I will be moving to Mexico. So if after February 6th you never hear from me again, know first that I love you, and second, I'm still alive. I will be working as a house keeper or gardener somewhere in Mexico! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9INIKltDfs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-7413542075162748627?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/7413542075162748627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=7413542075162748627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7413542075162748627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7413542075162748627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/mexico.html' title='Mexico!!!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-2636537350019639204</id><published>2008-01-12T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:14:04.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l8ipTOEdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/A9PvSlI0HZQ/s1600-h/032_32.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So here are a few pictures from graduation. Not very many of the ones people took turned out good, but at least I got some, and I have the memories! The ones here you won't be able to see anyone's face but I'm on myspace so if you add me as a friend you can see 'em all there. And by the way, I don't know why it's underlined and I can't figure out how to turn it off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me?!? I'm the one wearing white holding a candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l8ipTOEdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/A9PvSlI0HZQ/s1600-h/032_32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l8ipTOEdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/A9PvSlI0HZQ/s320/032_32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154788183146107346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RN Class of 12/2007&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l8IpTOEcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4wUI-Xpv_cI/s1600-h/023_23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l8IpTOEcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4wUI-Xpv_cI/s320/023_23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154787736469508546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l71pTOEbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CuwG3UdPEQ0/s1600-h/037_37.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l71pTOEbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CuwG3UdPEQ0/s1600-h/037_37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l71pTOEbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CuwG3UdPEQ0/s320/037_37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154787410051994034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Limo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l7npTOEaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RQ6c-ISPNzQ/s1600-h/045_45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l7npTOEaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RQ6c-ISPNzQ/s320/045_45.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154787169533825442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Getting pinned, right before tripping over that dumb box!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l7VZTOEZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grPLR3R9PrE/s1600-h/026_26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l7VZTOEZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grPLR3R9PrE/s320/026_26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154786856001212818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-2636537350019639204?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/2636537350019639204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=2636537350019639204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2636537350019639204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2636537350019639204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/graduation-pics.html' title='Graduation Pics'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R4l8ipTOEdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/A9PvSlI0HZQ/s72-c/032_32.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3055613551364351769</id><published>2008-01-11T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:03:20.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Crayon Are You?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am a Blue Crayon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/blue.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your world is colored in calm, understated, deep colors.&lt;/span&gt; --&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't really get this "deep colors" but it sounds cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are a loyal person, and the truest friend anyone could hope to find.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks online web page. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the inside, you tend to be emotional and even a bit moody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;--This is a little bit too true! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you know that people depend on you. So you put on a strong front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Neither agree or disagree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color wheel opposite is orange. Orange people may be opinionated, but you feel they lack the depth to truly understand what they're saying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;--What's that mean? Is this the kind of people I'm attracted to? Or are my friends? Yeah this one doesn't make a lot of since, unless it's taking about relationships!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3055613551364351769?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3055613551364351769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3055613551364351769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3055613551364351769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3055613551364351769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-crayon-are-you.html' title='What Crayon Are You?!?'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-1702166160546884804</id><published>2008-01-11T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:43:28.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers, Studying, Hello, Cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just got a call from my little bro "C". He works at night job on the weekends, so on his way to work he gave me. What a nice guy. Maybe it means I'm getting old, but a phone call or someone dropping by makes my day :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been studying ALL day for boards which are exactly 26 days away! I'm getting a little nervous, so I'm going to get back to studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh! Another Random thought I found this on YouTube today, this was my faviorite cartoon as a kid. I wish shows were cool like this still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eni0LHAS464&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eni0LHAS464&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-1702166160546884804?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/1702166160546884804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=1702166160546884804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1702166160546884804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1702166160546884804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/brothers-studying-hello-cartoons.html' title='Brothers, Studying, Hello, Cartoons'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-5659004364150917898</id><published>2008-01-08T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:28:58.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm sitting in my beautiful apartment. I started a fire in my fireplace for the first time ever (in this apartment). Now I'm sitting right next to it. It's so warm. The fire brings such a comforting feeling. It makes me feel like I'm not alone in this big 'ol place. It's nice to just look at the fire; flames flickering with the occasional soft pop from the wood. Until today I never really paid attention to all the colors that are in fire. Of course you got orange, but also so many different shades of red and yellow; as well as blue and a hint of purple. Having a nice warm calming fire tonight brings back a lot of memories. Growing up my family used a wood burning stove to heat our house (and they still do) I remember sitting next to the fire and feeling warm and being around people I loved so much. Most of the things we did in the winter time as a family were near the fireplace.  This last Christmas as I was visiting my parents I got to have that feeling again. We were sitting in the living room playing phase, 10 in front of the fire, feeling so toasty and comfortable; laughing and enjoying each others company. The flames are so beautiful it really is amazing. Yes I love fire. It has a therapeutic effect, I've been stressing about my board exam all day today, but now sitting here it just seems like everything will work out okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-5659004364150917898?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/5659004364150917898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=5659004364150917898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/5659004364150917898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/5659004364150917898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/fire.html' title='FIRE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-7466374839565564562</id><published>2008-01-06T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:23:15.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Changing A Tire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A few weeks go I got a flat tire. By the way it happened to be only three days after I had brand new tires put on! Feeling like a super independent woman and not really having anything better to do I thought I would attempt to change it myself. By complete chance I had seen a video on Youtube on how to change a tire (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FN5QQJlT8uwwhich) was 3:25 long and a pretty woman was changing the tire; so I felt sure that this was something I could not only do, but do quickly. I have had MANY flat tires in my life time but I also had AAA or big brothers that would/could come to the rescue. As I got all of the tools out of the trunk I had this overwhelming feeling that I was accomplishing something great! So I went to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Step 1) Find the place where the jack goes. (5 min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Step 2) Trying to get my hub cap off (25 min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Step 3) Loosening the lug nuts the first time making sure to use the star pattern (20 min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Step 4) jack the car up (at least 10 min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;**Ok so at this point I realize that changing a tire is much harder then the video showed but I would not let that stop me I was determined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Step 5) Take off lug nuts.  Now here is where it gets even more complicated. The lug nuts would not come off, I worked forever. They somehow got tight again and I could not get them loose. (35 min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;**Now I'm thinking of every guy I know that might be able to come over and assist with putting the tire on. I'm thinking the lady in the video is crazy, there is noway anyone could change a tire in less the 4 min! However coming to the conclusion that I must do this myself (B wasn't going to be home until later that afternoon) and that I had important things to do (window shopping) I pressed on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Step 6) Remove flat tire, and put spare tire on using the lug nuts you put in a special place earlier (25 min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Step 7) pray that the tire is on tight enough and that you will not die on the way to the tire shop to get it fixed! (15 min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;That said I changed the tire all by myself! It was a little bit longer then 3:25. And it was much more frustrating then it looked in the video. I would suggest to every lady out there... USE AAA! That's what they get paid for, make 'em work for it, and they know how to do it a lot faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-7466374839565564562?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/7466374839565564562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=7466374839565564562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7466374839565564562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7466374839565564562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/changing-tire.html' title='Changing A Tire'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-2020868512280072332</id><published>2008-01-04T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:44:02.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This last week has been a little bit sad, my roommate moved out."B" is a great guy, he was cool to have around. It was nice to have a man around it gets a little scary around here without him. And it makes it really lonely around my apartment. I study for the boards, rode my bike in the freezing cold, watched DVDs, heck I even went to a Catholic mass this morning at a church near my house because I was SO bored! I can't wait until I start working full-time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;On the bright side, I heard about this 5/10k run that the town I live in puts on in a few months I want to run in it. I'm going to start attempting to get in shape for it. Also the park and rec department offers dance classes so after I get done with boards I will start taking that. I was surprised that my town offers so much to do and it's inexpensive. And my younger brother is likely going snowboarding this weekend and I'm looking forward to going with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So I may complain a little, but life really is good. I have everything I need. And a lot more that I don't!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-2020868512280072332?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/2020868512280072332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=2020868512280072332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2020868512280072332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2020868512280072332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-7198977383974750278</id><published>2008-01-02T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:27:05.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;At my little apartment I had an abundance of bananas which were going to go bad if I didn't eat them. I used to like bananas but there was a point in my life where all I ate was pb&amp;amp;j and bananas because it was cheap. Now I find them somewhat nauseating to eat. But I hate to see good food go to waste. And my parents gave me a fruit basket for Christmas so it only made since that I should eat them to show that I was greatfull! I thought "hey I should make banana bread! but I don't know how to make it". So I went to the place which I go to find the answers to all of lives hard questions, yahoo answers, and got an amazing recipe. This was so straight forward, and the bread turned out great! I've been snacking on it the last few days, I've never tasted such a good bread. It turned out perfect. So just in case y'all are wondering what the recipe is, here I'll share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Bread Recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 or 4 ripe bananas, smashed&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup melted butter&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar (can easily reduce to 3/4 cup)&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I used 3/4 and it was just the right amount&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;Pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup of all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for a mixer for this recipe. Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C). With a wooden spoon, mix butter into the mashed bananas in a large mixing bowl. Mix in the sugar, egg, and vanilla. Sprinkle the baking soda and salt over the mixture and mix in. Add the flour last, mix. Pour mixture into a buttered 4x8 inch loaf pan. Bake for 1 hour. Cool on a rack. Remove from pan and slice to serve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-7198977383974750278?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/7198977383974750278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=7198977383974750278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7198977383974750278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7198977383974750278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2008/01/banana-bread.html' title='Banana Bread'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-6468424490272313674</id><published>2007-12-29T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:38:24.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I thought we had some crazy commercials in the United States! I found this very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RlRwEE4Y9u4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RlRwEE4Y9u4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-6468424490272313674?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/6468424490272313674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=6468424490272313674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6468424490272313674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6468424490272313674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-861242286349407396</id><published>2007-12-28T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:48:21.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Standing for something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just found this video on youtube, I love the song. My father is a great person to see standing for something even though it is hard and/or not popular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPA48ibmKcI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPA48ibmKcI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life                            is either a daring adventure or nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;                           Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-861242286349407396?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/861242286349407396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=861242286349407396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/861242286349407396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/861242286349407396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/standing-for-something.html' title='Standing for something'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-2900217824249823422</id><published>2007-12-25T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T23:24:40.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Scary Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well first off.... MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an eventful day. I got back from the far away land Friday night and then went as planned to my parents house to have a very nice holiday weekend together. It was much fun. We went on a road trip together over the weekend and I got to spend time with my brother and sisters who I've not been able to see as much. My younger brother during are trip taught all us girls a card game called War. The game is interesting because it was so brainless but still was fun. When we finally reached are destination we all kinda camped out on the floor with sleeping bags and pillows. Imagine 10 people, sleeping bags all over the place, playing war until the late hours of night; it was such a wonderful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all our "normal" Christmas activities my sister E and I went to see a movie. I had seen this amazing trailer for a movie called "I Am Legion", it sound like such a good action adventure. We bought our tickets and went into the theater not many people we watching this movie which we thought was cool because we got good seats. This movie turned out to be the worsted movie of 2007 and I give it two thumbs down. The movie was about a man who was the last survivor after a virus turns people to some sort of weird animal that kills people. It was a very, very scary movie (to me). Some of you know how much I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HATE  &lt;/span&gt;scary movies. It was the first movie that I actually wanted to walk out on because it was so extremely scary. There was a family with a little boy (around 8) watching the movie and at one point he was crying because of the movie. I wanted to join him! By the way is parents finally took him out of the movie. When the movie ended and it left you feeling really in the dumps. Walking out to my car I couldn't help but look around the parking lot for any scary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story even if the trailer looks really good, double check to make sure it is really good. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-2900217824249823422?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/2900217824249823422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=2900217824249823422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2900217824249823422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2900217824249823422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/very-scary-christmas.html' title='A Very Scary Christmas'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-7221242930080945651</id><published>2007-12-19T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:28:32.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>The Real Meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>I'm still in the far away land. Tonight I went to wal-mart to get my oil changed, and have to pictures developed at around 5:30PM. As I was just cruising around the story around 6:00pm I saw this lady with her cart, her children, a clip board, and pen. I thought that lady is so organized! Well, a minute later I saw another person this time a man with a cart, his children, a clip board, and a pen... I don't know of any man who 1) Can really go shopping with all his kids and 2) USES A CLIP BOARD! So at this point I knew that something was happening. With in a few minutes this wal-mart was packed with people with clip boards looking for certain things. There was a different feel about these people NONE of them were pushy or rude. However at this point 6:15PM the store is as packed as the day after Thanksgiving. I did not see a single person (other than myself) without a clip board looking for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally asked someone what they were doing she replied that each year the community comes together and each family buys something for a person in need. Wal-mart has lists of what is needed and the people pick up a clip board and shop for another person who would not have a Christmas without another's kindness. As I walked outside I was surprised to see three big u-haul trucks being filled with the items the families had purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that really hit me as amazing was that the store was stuffed with people who took a day off from the normal Christmas shopping to help out someone who was less fortunate. Although there were carts and people EVERYWHERE people were smiling and showing the real meaning of Christmas. It was very touching to see people really coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after all I can say     Linus says it best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NYexxEAl8Io&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NYexxEAl8Io&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-7221242930080945651?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/7221242930080945651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=7221242930080945651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7221242930080945651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7221242930080945651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/real-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='The Real Meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-449314220859196706</id><published>2007-12-18T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:41:12.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Logan, the Sky Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(A Frank Lozano Production) We have had a lot of requests to replay the phone call that Pastor Mike shared during our church service on Sunday, Nov. 11th, 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Here you'll find the video clip that was created just for you. We've placed the video on YouTube so that you can watch it and share with family and friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Logan is a 13 year-old boy who lives on a ranch in a very small town in Nebraska. Logan listens to Christian Radio station 89.3FM KSBJ which broadcasts from Houston, TX. Logan called the radio station distraught because he had to take down a calf . His words have wisdom beyond his years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCdZwitrNoY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCdZwitrNoY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-449314220859196706?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/449314220859196706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=449314220859196706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/449314220859196706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/449314220859196706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/logan-sky-angel.html' title='Logan, the Sky Angel'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-8126338378387706782</id><published>2007-12-18T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:11:00.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my two cents'/><title type='text'>We Are The Reason</title><content type='html'>I love this song. Every time I really think about it I am just amazed at how much God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BriKRukACgA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BriKRukACgA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-8126338378387706782?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/8126338378387706782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=8126338378387706782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8126338378387706782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8126338378387706782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-are-reason_18.html' title='We Are The Reason'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-4121893630087714551</id><published>2007-12-16T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:22:23.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's your sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: courier new;"&gt;  I think this video is funny, mostly because there have been many times when I think to myself "here's your sign!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWct_udRTlg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWct_udRTlg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-4121893630087714551?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/4121893630087714551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=4121893630087714551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4121893630087714551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4121893630087714551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/heres-your-sign.html' title='Here&apos;s your sign'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-7201539823302431901</id><published>2007-12-15T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:07:37.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>I'm so tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3tUePQuucY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3tUePQuucY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the way only 9 days 7 hours and 58 min until Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Or 813596 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-7201539823302431901?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/7201539823302431901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=7201539823302431901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7201539823302431901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7201539823302431901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so tired'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-4829831770013308102</id><published>2007-12-14T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:14:05.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Graduation was wonderful, to say the least! It seemed to go by so fast. I got two, count 'em TWO bouquets of flowers. They are so beautiful. They are in the center of my table and I keep looking at them.  Thanks to everyone that came. After the ceremony I hung around and took pictures with family and friends. And then I took my limo over to Roadhouse for dinner. It was so much fun, we had a blast in the limo. After dinner we dropped a few people back off at there cars and the rest of us drove around the rest of the night just goofing off and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning came so earlier, I don't know if you can really call it the following I had only slept for about 3 hours when it "was time to get up, we are going to disneyland!". The early wake up call was from my little sister. So with my family we went down to disneyland and played around some more. I got a annual pass, so I will be going more this year... yay! One of the best parts was hearing the piano man play Christmas songs while we were sitting outside drinking hot cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening two of my sisters and I went to the   crystal cathedral and saw the glory of Christmas. It was a great show, if you have time go see it.  By the way  Thursdays are discount days. The show had really animals, amazing flying angles, and great music. My only complaint was that our seats had a bad view of the left side of the stage. So try to NOT get seats on the left side of the church. We got back to our motel room again kinda late  and this morning we again got up too early and went to disneyland "really quick" to ride a few rides and came home. I love spending time with my family. And the getting up earlier and staying up late makes  for a lot of fun memories (and grumpy little girls!) :-)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R2NgZZTOEYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2l_5IFDLEQc/s1600-h/goc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R2NgZZTOEYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2l_5IFDLEQc/s320/goc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144061188791734658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tonight I was planning on going to bed and getting a good nights sleep but I was just invited to go party with some friends, but the party does not start till 10pm! Man, this is going to be another late night...fun...but still late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RACHEL%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RACHEL%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RACHEL%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-4829831770013308102?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/4829831770013308102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=4829831770013308102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4829831770013308102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4829831770013308102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R2NgZZTOEYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2l_5IFDLEQc/s72-c/goc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-581044980841615428</id><published>2007-12-11T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T12:24:55.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest memories from school</title><content type='html'>For the last two years I have been in a nursing program. It was hard, does not really explain HOW hard it was, but I with the help from my wonderful classmates, friends, God, and my family made it through. And I have some wonderful memories because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I remember being a NP-1 student at my first clinical and being so nervous the first time I was giving a PO med. It was such a nerve racking thing.... I kept drilling myself-- did I do my five rights and three checks?!?Gotta love going to the hospital the night before clinical to find out about at patient!  Why do patients have to be on so many medications?!? I think the hardest part about NP-1 was EVERYTHING was so new. I have some great memories from NP-1 most of them are me making fun of myself and how easily I would get overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP-2 was a probably the hardest semester for me not just because of the demands of school, but it felt like my personal life was falling apart. God is the one that got me through this semester. This semester we went to med/surg, OB, and peds. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE &lt;/span&gt;OB, but again God gave me the strength to not vomit/pass out/ or just go nuts from the screaming women! My OB instructor was amazing, she was sooooo good and that by the time I left I actually kinda liked OB. Remember the mock delivery as are final... man, "N" was pretty smart to call for help so that we could all help with the delivery and get done really fast. Peds, was extremely boring I can't even think of anything to put down because of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this "J".... BRIDGE.....TRUCK......RUSH HOUR..... GOING WRONG WAY....... We were leaving the hospital late, after a very long shift. We all wanted to just get home. "J" was driving, and seemed to be a little more rushed then everyone else to get home to see her family. It was really bad traffic and we found out that we were heading the wrong the direction on the road, we were on a very narrow two lane bridge with traffic going so slow "J" choose to just do a U-turn right there. I saw my life flash before my eyes as I saw the cars heading toward us, and the truck was a little to long to make the turn! But she made it, a three point turn, on a bridge, in a truck, in rush hour you gotta give her bonus points for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP-3 we started out again on med/surg, everyone in my group can not forget our instructor "L" "L" was a nurse in the military, and she was hardcore/put we found her pretty funny too. One day in post conference she was telling us how your feel get so cold in a 769 at 40,000,00 feet (that was not really the #!) But the rest of the drive home "C" kept commenting on what "L" had said and was making us have a good laugh! "L" was an interesting lady, I still can't put my finger on exactly what made her so interesting, but I really liked her and her attitude to patients and students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and third was the semester of psych! Anyplace you go and they teach you self-defense before you can go in.... it will be interesting! This was the one rotation that we didn't have to wear our whites... we got to where "normalier" clothes. Psych was interesting because it was not just a hospital is was a prison for the criminally insane. We where told to never be alone with an "individual", never turn your back, and to stay with someone. On of the most interesting memories was walking the halls of one of the floors (oh and they gave us keys!! they must have trusted us....) with the two other girls "H" and "Em" when we were about half way down the hall to the locked door an "individual" started following us... immediately we all got scarred trying to not show it though we started walking faster. We looked behind us and he had started to walk faster too. We got to the door and as I pulled out my keys and I was trying to unlock the door, I swear I could not get my key to get into the lock it was like all of a sudden my key had changed and would not go into the door; all the time this guy is getting closer and closer to us. Finally I think it was "H" who got her key in and we all ran through the door and slammed it shut behind us. The individual came and looked through the window, and just gave us a really creepy look. I was so glad to get outta there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing school has been really hard, for the last two years it's been my life. I will be graduating tomorrow night at 6:30PM with the other amazing girls and guys in my class. My nursing cap is ready, dress nicely ironed (it was the dress my mother wore when she graduated from nursing school, shoes (oh crap I gotta get shoes!). After graduation we will give our final hugs and say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had to cry a little, ok maybe a lot, today as it really hit home that I will not be seeing "K", "H" , "S", "J", "C" (both of you that start with Cs!, and "E". I will miss you guys so much. You will be great nurses. I can not explain how much I really love you guys. I don't think that there could have been a better group of girls to meet. Thank you for you love and support during this hard and difficult time. May God blesses you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-581044980841615428?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/581044980841615428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=581044980841615428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/581044980841615428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/581044980841615428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/greatest-memories-from-school.html' title='The greatest memories from school'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-6119099260594293368</id><published>2007-12-09T15:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:54:12.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yes, it does... it is sooooooo cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my fav things about this time of the year (on top of the many other things I've listed in previous posts) is Christmas music. I love to listen and to attempt to sing it. I found Trans-Siberian Orchestra - Christmas Canon Rock on Youtube, I didn't know that Canon in D major could also be turned into a Christmas song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jA9DmSfufSQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jA9DmSfufSQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the date last night was..... pretty good :-D  And because my mother may read my blog occasionally that is all I will say about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-6119099260594293368?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/6119099260594293368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=6119099260594293368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6119099260594293368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6119099260594293368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-feels-like-christmas.html' title='It feels like Christmas!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-9024814314552896517</id><published>2007-12-07T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:58:33.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>job(s)</title><content type='html'>So today I had another job interview, although I've already chosen the place I want to work I didn't want to close any doors. The interview went go I was asked question regarding what my thoughts about the organization #1 were, how I would handle situations pertaining to what would be my job,  and what I thought were my strengths/weaknesses and the organizations strengths. Over all the interview went good, I actually have worked with everyone of the people that were performing the interview at some point during my career so that was kinda cool. I was told that someone would call me by next week to inform me if I did or didn't the job. Personally at one point this job was my first choice because 1) it's near where I live, 2) It's the highest paying in the area, and 3) I've worked there before so I'm comfortable with the environment. But I was actually hired at another organization #2 earlier this week and I'm going at 3pm today to do a follow up visit and do some paperwork. If organization #1 hires me I'm not 100% what I will do. I had a "feeling" that organization #2 was where I should be... who knows! Maybe I'll just work both of them, JK. If I get the dream job, I will most likely turn down org#2. But it is possible that org #2 will make it worth my while to work for them.... man, it's a little bit of a game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-9024814314552896517?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/9024814314552896517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=9024814314552896517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/9024814314552896517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/9024814314552896517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/jobs.html' title='job(s)'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-6693768124006117451</id><published>2007-12-06T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:57:55.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my two cents'/><title type='text'>Christmas is the best!</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas! It is one of my favorite  holidays. I love setting up a Christmas tree, spending time with family, attempting to cook goodies. I love to sit by the fireplace at my parents home and just hang out/sing Christmas songs/ talk about things that happened when we were kids that my parents never found out about! I love to window shop--  I like for two reasons 1) I have no money so I couldn't buy anything even if I wanted to and 2) I don't have to stand in line to buy something! Another thing I love to go look at Christmas lights, right now there are still more that need to be put up in my neighborhood but the few that are finished are really cool. I love that my heart is softened I and have more compassion for those who have less then I. I love getting Christmas cards. I love to say "Merry Christmas". I love listing to Christmas music. I love reading about the birth of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is such a wonderful time mainly because it's the time that I seem to remember what Jesus did for me. How He alone loved me so much that he suffered and died for me. And I get this time of year to celebrate His birth and remember Him. Many times in my life I have questioned His existence and I'm sure again I'll question whether or not He's really there. I've come to believe that is the purpose of life. In other words to keep convincing  OURSELVES that God is really there,  cares about us, and knows what's best for us and that is why we should follow Him. Go see Even Almighty, it's a great movie that really tells how God will give us things that we don't understand to help us and our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got sooooo excited about Christmas and I was all alone in my apartment-- so I surprised my parents by going to their house and spending the night and to today with them.  My mother can  play the piano so amazingly (if thats the right way to spell it!) I love to hear her play. Well I asked her to play some Christmas songs, just for the fun of it. As she was playing one of the  songs  I think it's called,  Mary's boy child, me and little D started singing along. My other sisters who were around must of heard us singing so off key and were attempting to save my poor mother from the off tuned voices joined in singing with us. It was amazing to say the least... all six of us girls were singing songs as my mother played. Man, I think everyone it that room felt the Spirit of Christmas. I loved it. I'm looking forward to singing Christmas songs with my brothers and sisters and their children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-6693768124006117451?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/6693768124006117451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=6693768124006117451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6693768124006117451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/6693768124006117451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-best.html' title='Christmas is the best!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3007398928641209499</id><published>2007-12-04T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:10:39.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess the Christmas Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sister and I found this online and I was having having a lot of fun with it. My sister got them right EVERY time! Enjoy. Oh only 21 more days till Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Example:&lt;/em&gt; Bleached Yule = &lt;em&gt;White Christmas                                &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Boulder of the Tinkling Metal Spheres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Castaneous-colored Seed Vesicated in a Conflagration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Singular Yearning for the Twin Anterior Incisors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Righteous Darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Arrival Time: 2400 hrs - Weather: Cloudless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Loyal Followers Advance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Far Off in a Feeder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Array the Corridor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Bantam Male Percussionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Monarchial Triad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Nocturnal Noiselessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Jehovah Deactivate Blithe Chevaliers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Red Man En Route to Borough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Frozen Precipitation Commence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Proceed and Enlighten on the Pinnacle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The Quadruped with the Vermilion Proboscis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Query Regarding Identity of Descendant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Delight for this Planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Give Attention to the Melodious Celestial Beings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The Dozen Festive 24 Hour Intervals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.new-life.net/images/cndyln.gif" alt="cndyln.gif (5592 bytes)" height="8" width="100%" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ANSWERS:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1 . Jingle Bell Rock&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. 0 Holy Night&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;5.&lt;/i&gt; It Came Upon a Midnight Clear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6. 0 Come, All Ye Faithful&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7. Away in a Manger&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;8. Deck the Hall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9. Little Drummer Boy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;10. We Three Kings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;11. Silent Night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;12. God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;13. Santa Claus is Coming to Town&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;14. Let it Snow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;15. Go, Tell It on the Mountain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;16. Rudolph, the Red-nosed Reindeer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;17. What Child is This?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;18. Joy to the World&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;19. Hark! The Herald Angels Sing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;20. The Twelve Days of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--webbot bot="Include" endspan i-checksum="59177" --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3007398928641209499?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3007398928641209499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3007398928641209499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3007398928641209499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3007398928641209499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/guess-christmas-song.html' title='Guess the Christmas Song'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-1056239313677874278</id><published>2007-12-03T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:17:02.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>The Candy Cane</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've heard this before... I like the story A LOT, but I'm not sure it's true. I think many times people make things up so they will sound "cool". But none the less, I love to story and it can remind all Christians the real reason for the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Candy Cane&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;The True Meaning of Christmas&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The development of the candy cane took a few hundred years. Before the invention of the modern pacifier, parents used to give their babies unflavored white sugar sticks to suck on. During the 1670's a German choirmaster had the sugar sticks bent into a shepherd's staff and passed out to children attending the Christmas services. This holiday custom spread throughout Europe and fancy canes, decorated with roses, were used as Christmas decorations in many homes. About 1900 the white candy cane received its traditional red stripes and peppermint flavoring. At the same time the legend of the candy cane came into being. According to this legend, a candy maker in Indiana designed the candy cane to tell the true story of Christmas - a story about a virgin giving birth to a shepherd who would give up His life for the sheep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The most obvious symbolism used in the candy cane is its shape. Turned one way, it looks like a "J" for Jesus. The newborn Lamb of God was named Jesus, meaning Savior, because He was destined to "save His people from their sins" (Mt 1:21). Turned the other way, candy canes remind us of the shepherd's staff. The first people to hear of Christ's birth were shepherds guarding their flocks at night (Lk 2:8-20). Jesus called Himself the Good Shepherd and the Bible frequently compares the actions of the Messiah to those of a shepherd searching for his lost sheep, feeding them, gently leading them, and carrying them in his bosom (Ps 23; Jn 10:1-18; Is 40:11; Jer 31:10; Micah 5:4; Heb 13:20). The sweetness of the candy reminds us that we are fed on the sweet milk of the Gospel of our salvation and peace (Eph 1:13; 6:15).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The hardness of the candy reminds us that Jesus is our rock of refuge (Deu 32:4, 15, 18; 1 Sam 2:2; 2 Sam 22:32, 47; 23:3; Psa 18:2, 31; 28:1; 92:15; 94:22; 95:1; Is 44:8). In rocky lands like Israel, people often sought shelter from their enemies in the caves or rocky crags of cliffs. Rocks also remind us of the solidness of the promises of Christ who is a precious cornerstone and sure foundation to those who follow Him, but a "stone of stumbling and a rock of offense" to those who reject His gift of peace (1 Pet 2:6-8).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The whiteness of the candy brings to mind the Virgin Birth and the sinless life of Christ (Mt 1:23; Lk 1:34-35). We also are made as pure as the snow through the cleansing action of His blood (Rev 7:9, 14; Is 1:18).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The traditional candy cane has 3 small red stripes to remind us of the soldiers' stripes by which we are healed and a larger stripe which represents the blood shed by Christ on Calvary's tree (Is 53:5; Mt 27:32-50). Some people say that the 3 small stripes honor the Holy Trinity while the larger stripe reminds us of the one true God. Others claim that the small stripes represent our mini-passions or sufferings and the great stripe symbolizes Christ's Passion. A green stripe is sometimes placed on candy canes to remind us that Jesus is God's gift to us. (Green is the color of giving.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The peppermint flavor of modern candy canes is said to be similar to hyssop. In Old Testament times, hyssop was associated with purification and sacrifice. During the first Passover celebrations, a bundle of hyssop was used to smear the blood of Passover lambs upon the doorposts of houses so that the Angel of Death would pass over their occupants (Ex 12:22). Bundles of hyssop were also used to sprinkle blood on worshipers and objects during Mosaic purification rituals (Ex 24:6-8; Lev 14:4, 49-52). After his affair with Bathsheba, King David appealed to God's mercy crying, "Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me and I shall be whiter than snow" (Ps 51:7). Peppermint reminds us that Jesus is our Passover Lamb (1 Cor 5:7). His blood cleanses us from sin and destroys the power of death (Hosea 13:14; 1 Cor 15:54-57; Heb 2:14-15; Rev 20:6).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Except where otherwise indicated all scripture quotes are from the NKJV.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-1056239313677874278?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/1056239313677874278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=1056239313677874278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1056239313677874278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1056239313677874278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/candy-cane.html' title='The Candy Cane'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-8816531118717898853</id><published>2007-12-03T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:00:07.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>The other news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;    I was at a new grad luncheon today for a hospital about 45 mins from my home. Most of the hospitals in the area host a new grad luncheon in hopes to recruit people to their hospitals. And just a side note the food has been great at everyone of them and they give away really cool prizes (but I didn't win anything!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, back to my story, this hospital I applied for several weeks back, but it really was not my first choice heck it's not even my 4th choice! But today, I had the feeling that this hospital is the place I need to start my career at. I got the job on the spot, I'm just going to be waiting for the state to file and sent out my paperwork then I can start. I'm kinda hoping that the state does not send me back anything until after the Holidays are over! This job as a lot of good things and a few not so good, but for some reason I feel really strongly that this is where I'm supposed to be. It's a smaller one compared to the ones near my home, and I worked there a few years back for about a 1 1/2 years.  So I guess I'll see what the future holds. And it also helps that they have a really big sign on bonus! But just so you know I didn't know what the sign on bonus was when I decided to become part of their organization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTMAS PLANS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For this Christmas I'm going to be spending it at parents house for a couple of days. The week before I will be going to see my grandparents who live a few states over. I can't help but remember the last time I went to visit them... I kinda broken into their house at 3am! Some friends was going to through where they lived that night; I was going to take the bus there the following morning and because they are so cool  they said they would give me a ride, so it just made since to hitch a ride from them.  I didn't wake them up but at 5:30am my grandpa woke up and he just about had a heart attack seeing me sleeping on his couch! The real hard part was getting back home... but thats another story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 22 more days till Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-8816531118717898853?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/8816531118717898853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=8816531118717898853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8816531118717898853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8816531118717898853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/other-news.html' title='The other news...'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-5237901658931594789</id><published>2007-12-02T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:38:40.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Wise Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In a small southern town there was a "Nativity Scene" that showed great skill and talent had gone into creating it. One small feature bothered me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The three wise men were wearing firemen's helmets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totally unable to come up with a reason or explanation, I left. At a "Quik Stop" on the edge of town, I asked the lady behind the counter about the helmets. She exploded into a rage, yelling at me, "You stupid Yankees never do read the Bible!" I assured her that I did, but simply couldn't recall anything about firemen in the Bible.&lt;/p&gt;She jerked her Bible from behind the counter and ruffled through some pages, and finally jabbed her finger at a passage. Sticking it in my face she said "See, it says right here, the three wise man came from afar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-5237901658931594789?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/5237901658931594789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=5237901658931594789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/5237901658931594789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/5237901658931594789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/three-wise-men.html' title='The Three Wise Men'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-7466367323282858926</id><published>2007-12-01T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T15:20:54.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><title type='text'>Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="holidayh1"&gt;Christmas Has Been Canceled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span class="holidayh2"&gt;It's all YOUR fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        You told Santa that you were &lt;u&gt;GOOD&lt;/u&gt; this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://www.cleanjoke.com/images/died-laughing.gif" height="141" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;AND HE DIED LAUGHING!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Holiday Eating Tips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I hate aspects of this time of year. Not for its crass commercialism and forced frivolity, but because it's the season when the food police come out with their wagging fingers and annual tips on how to get through the holidays without gaining 10 pounds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1. About those carrot sticks. Avoid them. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like fine single-malt scotch, it's rare. In fact, it's even rarer than single-malt scotch. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnogaholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later then you think. It's Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other peoples food for free. Lots of it. Hello? Remember college?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Years, You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa. Position yourself near them, and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. You can't leave them behind. You're not going to see them again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean have some standards, mate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10. And one final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Reread tips. Start over. But hurry! Cookieless January is just around the corner. (from http://www.basicjokes.com/djoke.php?id=1057) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-7466367323282858926?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/7466367323282858926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=7466367323282858926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7466367323282858926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/7466367323282858926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-4231708972818723038</id><published>2007-11-29T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:55:13.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking news!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh! the big news of the day... I'm officially done with nursing school! Had my predictor test today and I pass and that means I'm done with school. In January or February I can take the NCLEX. Graduation is 12/12/07-- 6:30pm at HDC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh! I found this video on you tube and I love it: &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5WS6JjGNQg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5WS6JjGNQg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I helps me to remember the real reason of Christmas... more to come on this later :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh! Do you see a theme with this?!!? I got a Christmas tree today and I decorated it I will post some pictures of it soon :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;One more thing, today is my little sister's birthday-- she turned 19! I can't believe that she's all grown up with a job and stuff, I keep thinking of her as my annoying little sister who is only there to slow me down when I'm going for bike rides... now it's me trying to keep up with her as we going hiking or hanging out! Happy Birthday #6! IYQ ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-4231708972818723038?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/4231708972818723038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=4231708972818723038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4231708972818723038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4231708972818723038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/11/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking news!!'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3056770381018166571</id><published>2007-11-27T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:08:39.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                     1. Were you smiling when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Not really-- it was 5am and I was getting ready for another day at the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you met someone new?&lt;br /&gt;Everyday... thats part of my "job"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is irritating you right now?&lt;br /&gt;that I'm always alone when I come home :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last eat pasta?&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;My patient today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many text messages are in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's the furthest distance you've gone in the past 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;About 10 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does the sixth message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;This is totally random.... "Hey there whats up? How're  you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. who did you get this bulletin from?&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Other than your bed, what are your favorite things in your room?&lt;br /&gt;My clothes and my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you enjoy piercings and tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;As I do! I want a tattoo soooooo bad.... I just keep fighting the urge to get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is in the room with you?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are you wearing on your feet?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is/are your favorite pair of shoes?&lt;br /&gt;My black shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who was the last person you told you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;Probably my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Lately.... yes, I normally do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What were you doing before this?&lt;br /&gt;Checking my e-mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's the closest item near you that is blue?&lt;br /&gt;My sheets have blue strips   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you watching?&lt;br /&gt;not watching anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. thinking of someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's the most abnormal thing you've done in the past 4 days?&lt;br /&gt;um..... abnormal for a normal person?!? My job is abnormal! You'd think I was a perv if I put it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you wear more, jeans or sweatpants?&lt;br /&gt;Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;I started watching Santa Clause 3 at my parents.... but I fell a sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. what do you currently hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you have pets?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but I want a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When did you last take a picture with someone?&lt;br /&gt;Prob Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Where's your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;With people I love/care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Where did you sleep last?&lt;br /&gt;My bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Where do you shop the most?&lt;br /&gt;Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;From someone else and I'm not telling who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who are you talking to on aim?&lt;br /&gt;don't use aim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you happy with where you are?&lt;br /&gt;I go with Heather on this one as happy as I could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think so.... but I would take it on a case by case basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who is/are your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;my brother and my best friend KT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Filling out more job applications, doing dishes, shopping for food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Describe your dream car?&lt;br /&gt;A Ford ranger that gets 30 mpgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Describe the background on your cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;It's my sister when I took them out the eat a million years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you ready for work?&lt;br /&gt;Don't work tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;On land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Describe what you're wearing.&lt;br /&gt;scrub pants and a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you sleep naked?&lt;br /&gt;negative...who really wants to know this question, talk about random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Is there someone on your mind that shouldn't be?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you burn easily in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;yes, it looks so nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you speak another language besides English?&lt;br /&gt;I speak fluent "Debbie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What did you do last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who were the last people you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;My family on thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3056770381018166571?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3056770381018166571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3056770381018166571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3056770381018166571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3056770381018166571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-8638891993177448217</id><published>2007-11-26T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:54:21.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day at the "office"</title><content type='html'>I had a day at preceptorship today! It was sooooooooo busy. My joy is full, now that I'm off for the next 10 hours . Today was day 2 of 3 in a row. And the good news that I only have 3 shifts after today!!! And then I can get paid to work this hard :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-8638891993177448217?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/8638891993177448217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=8638891993177448217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8638891993177448217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/8638891993177448217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-day-at-office.html' title='Long day at the &quot;office&quot;'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-3857419024228404281</id><published>2007-11-25T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:17:14.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;" class="message"&gt;&lt;div class="nosig" id="bbspost3048253_post_text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt; Hello God, I called tonight&lt;br /&gt;To talk a little while&lt;br /&gt;I need a friend who'll listen&lt;br /&gt;To my anxiety and trial. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; You see, I can't quite make it&lt;br /&gt;Through a day just on my own...&lt;br /&gt;I need your love to guide me,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll never feel alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I want to ask you please to keep,&lt;br /&gt;My family safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;Come and fill their lives with confidence&lt;br /&gt;For whatever fate they're bound. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Give me faith, dear God, to face&lt;br /&gt;Each hour throughout the day,&lt;br /&gt;And not to worry over things&lt;br /&gt;I can't change in any way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I thank you God, for being home&lt;br /&gt;And listening to my call,&lt;br /&gt;For giving me such good advice&lt;br /&gt;When I stumble and fall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Your number, God, is the only one&lt;br /&gt;That answers every time.&lt;br /&gt;I never get a busy signal,&lt;br /&gt;Never had to pay a dime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; So thank you, God, for listening&lt;br /&gt;To my troubles and my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Good night, God, I love You, too,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll call again tomorrow! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;                       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;" class="message"&gt;&lt;div class="nosig" id="bbspost3047508_post_text"&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div class="sig"&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;" class="message"&gt;&lt;div class="nosig" id="bbspost3047460_post_text"&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-3857419024228404281?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/3857419024228404281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=3857419024228404281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3857419024228404281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/3857419024228404281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/11/always-there.html' title='Always There'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-1067434680086596920</id><published>2007-11-24T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:04:21.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>The funnest things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Found these online and I thought they were pretty funny!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;The Making of a New Sequel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;img src="http://www.ahajokes.com/cartoon/6thsense.jpg" alt="I See Dumb People" height="271" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;The Long History of Man's Evolution...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;img src="http://www.ahajokes.com/cartoon/2.jpg" alt="Evolution of the man" height="158" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ahajokes.com/cartoon/sense_humor.jpg" alt="Decorating the City" height="363" width="454" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;Maybe They Shouldn't Share a Building...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;img src="http://www.ahajokes.com/cartoon/autoglass.jpg" alt="The store selling glass" height="298" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is your funny picture from AhaJokes.com!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is your funny picture from AhaJokes.com!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;table bgcolor="#000000" border="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.ahajokes.com/cartoon/topc.jpg" alt="The topless chick" height="350" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-1067434680086596920?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/1067434680086596920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=1067434680086596920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1067434680086596920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/1067434680086596920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/11/funnest-things.html' title='The funnest things...'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-4659451280818996890</id><published>2007-11-23T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:43:54.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elevator'/><title type='text'>Fun Things to Do in an Elevator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So I just found this online and I was busting up the whole time I was reading it, enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman,helvetica;" &gt;Fun Things to Do in an Elevator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman,helvetica;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;Make race car noises when anyone gets on or off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blow your nose and offer to show the contents of your kleenex to other passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering: "Shut up, all of you just shut UP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whistle the first seven notes of "It's a Small World" incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sell Girl Scout cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a long ride, sway side to side at the natural frequency of the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside ask: "Got enough air in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Offer name tags to everyone getting on the elevator. Wear yours upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lean over to another passenger and whisper: "Noogie patrol coming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask them to call you Admiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One word: Flatulence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the highest floor, hold the door open and demand that it stay open until you hear the penny you dropped down the shaft go "plink" at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do Tai Chi exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stare, grinning, at another passenger for a while, and then announce: "I've got new socks on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When at least 8 people have boarded, moan from the back: "Oh, not now, motion sickness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give religious tracts to each passenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meow occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bet the other passengers you can fit a quarter in your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Show other passengers a wound and ask if it looks infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing "Mary had a little lamb" while continually pushing buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holler "Chutes away!" whenever the elevator descends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk on with a cooler that says "human head" on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce "You're one of THEM!" and move to the far corner of the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burp, and then say "mmmm...tasty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave a box between the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask each passenger getting on if you can push the button for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear a puppet on your hand and talk to other passengers "through" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start a sing-along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the elevator is silent, look around and ask "is that your beeper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play the harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shadow box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say "Ding!" at each floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lean against the button panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say "I wonder what all these do" and push the red buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to the elevator walls with a stethoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers that this is your "personal space."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring a chair along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a bite of a sandwich and ask another passenger: "Wanna see wha in muh mouf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blow spit bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pull your gum out of your mouth in long strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Announce in a demonic voice: "I must find a more suitable host body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carry a blanket and clutch it protectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear "X-Ray Specs" and leer suggestively at other passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stare at your thumb and say "I think it's getting larger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If anyone brushes against you, recoil and holler "Bad touch!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-4659451280818996890?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/4659451280818996890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=4659451280818996890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4659451280818996890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/4659451280818996890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/11/fun-things-to-do-in-elevator.html' title='Fun Things to Do in an Elevator'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-5775848547264395661</id><published>2007-11-23T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T19:35:20.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Wings of Eagles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;My older brother sent this to me a long time ago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Thu, 3 May 2001, to be exact! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The eagle will fly to some high spot and wait for the winds to come. When the storm hits, it sets its wings so that the wind will pick it up and lift it above the storm. While the storm rages below, the eagle is soaring above it. The eagle does not escape the storm. It simply uses the storm to lift it higher. It rises on the winds that bring the storm. When the storms of life come upon us -- and all of us will experience them -- we can rise above them by setting our minds and our belief toward God. The storms do not have to overcome us. We can allow God's power to lift us above them. God enables us to ride the winds of the storm that bring sickness, tragedy, failure and disappointment in our lives. We can soar above the storm. Remember, it is not the burdens of life that weigh us down, it is how we handle them. The Bible says, "Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles." (Isaiah 40:31)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I am a skeptic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; about EVERYTHING I hear, I'll be researching to see if eagles really do fly this way!! I will get back with you and tell you what I find out :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-5775848547264395661?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/5775848547264395661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=5775848547264395661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/5775848547264395661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/5775848547264395661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-wings-of-eagles.html' title='On Wings of Eagles'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995164550109620410.post-2698844721050851686</id><published>2007-11-23T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T19:20:07.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starting off'/><title type='text'>In the beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hi Y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now that I'm just about done with school I've found that life has gotten so boring! My good friend S'MEE has a great blog that I like to read.... which led me to what to attempt to make my own. I'm not sure how people normally blog stuff, seeing as the only blog I really read is S'MEE's, but for me it's going to be just my thoughts, adventures, and any other cool stuff I want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995164550109620410-2698844721050851686?l=redahead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/feeds/2698844721050851686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995164550109620410&amp;postID=2698844721050851686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2698844721050851686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995164550109620410/posts/default/2698844721050851686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redahead.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning...'/><author><name>Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5cVX47NO-UI/R5RIZ5TOEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/_lu0_sVbjQc/S220/2249647560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
