<?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-5908442671167124657</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:28:00.165-04:00</updated><category term='web site design'/><category term='logo design'/><title type='text'>The Thought Division</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-7087530548535499079</id><published>2010-01-23T21:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:57:45.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logo design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web site design'/><title type='text'>A Brand New Beginning!</title><content type='html'>I've decided to start my own business! Since our income will soon be changing drastically, I've decided to start my own graphic design business specializing in web sites, logos, and print designs. Because of this change in income, the need has risen for me to take on work outside of my normal 8 - 5 job as a business intelligence consultant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I've already kind of began brain storming on a name for this company, but I need some help. So if anyone has any great ideas for a business name, send them my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just because I don't officially have my own business yet, doesn't mean that I'm not already taking on work. I've already completed a site for the &lt;a href="http://www.flbaptistdisaster.org/"&gt;Florida Baptist Disaster Relief&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.kelleybradford.com/"&gt;God's Creatures Mobile Veterinary  Services&lt;/a&gt;. I am also currently in the process of designing some graphics for a friend's amateur motorcycle racing team. Then after that I hope to begin work on a site for a small marketing company that has already approached me. So if anyone out there finds themselves in need of a web site for a very affordable price, don't be afraid to drop me a line @ &lt;a href="mailto:burningwrek@gmail.com"&gt;burningwrek@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. You can leave a comment on this blog, too, but be patient with me please since I'm not on here very often. You could also leave a comment on my wife's blog &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, since she checks her blog more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited about starting my own business and look forward to all the exciting work (it's not really work if you love it, is it?) I will hopefully get to do in the future. I have experience designing websites, company logos, letterhead, business cards, brochures, blogs, banners, stickers, menus, and all kinds of other things. As the business grows, I hope to teach Angela my trade and have her take on a bit of the work load when that becomes possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, send me some ideas for some cool, modern, names for my company. Thanks, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-7087530548535499079?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/7087530548535499079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=7087530548535499079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/7087530548535499079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/7087530548535499079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2010/01/brand-new-beginning.html' title='A Brand New Beginning!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-5764921879991846485</id><published>2009-12-28T16:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:28:02.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Dead</title><content type='html'>Since it's been so long, I thought I'd just do a list of the things that have happened since I last posted. No one reads this stupid blog anyways, but I thought I'd do this to make my wife smile (love ya' babe!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Had a baby girl named Dallas&lt;br /&gt;2. Celebrated my 4 year wedding anniversary&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to Disney World for anniversary&lt;br /&gt;4. Celebrated Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;5. Celebrated Christmas&lt;br /&gt;6. Becoming a deacon at church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much the highlights. Maybe if I get bored I'll cover the lowlights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-5764921879991846485?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/5764921879991846485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=5764921879991846485&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/5764921879991846485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/5764921879991846485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m Not Dead'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-2930719816024823470</id><published>2009-05-26T17:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:43:15.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggie Goes to the Doctor</title><content type='html'>After talking to Dr. Kelly ( our vet ) on Saturday evening, we've arranged for Baggie's amputation to take place on Wednesday. As soon as Angela gets home from work in a few minutes, we'll load Baggie up in the car and head to Leesburg. Baggie will spend the night at Dr. Kelly's house. In the morning, Dr. Kelly will take Baggie to work with him and perform the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they'll x-ray Baggie's furry litte chest and stomach. If no other tumors are spotted, then Baggie's back right leg will be amputated. If, however, any tumors are found in Baggie's chest or stomach, then the amputation will not be performed. We really don't want to put Baggie through any extra stress or pain with only a little time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all our friends who are praying for Baggie, as well as us, thank you. Please keep praying for Baggie. She has a hard road ahead of her. Pray that she will handle the pain well and pray that God will help her to realize that we love her so much and that we will take care of her no matter what. We really just don't want her to be scared. Thank you, everyone. I'll post an update on her status after the procedure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-2930719816024823470?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/2930719816024823470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=2930719816024823470&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2930719816024823470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2930719816024823470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/05/baggie-goes-to-doctor.html' title='Baggie Goes to the Doctor'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-4169381716419180800</id><published>2009-05-22T11:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:08:45.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggie Update</title><content type='html'>So I heard back from the vet, Dr. Kelly, who performed the biopsy on the lump in Baggie's leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that the lump that was between the 2 bones in her calf area is a tumor. It's the bad kind of tumor, too. Dr. Kelly said that this kind of tumor is not usually located on a limb, though. He said typically that he sees this tumor on the body of an animal and not on a limb. But this kind of tumor is an aggressive cancer and usually when they remove a tumor like this one they have to go deep to do it. They remove any bone or muscle touching it and even then that usually doesn't eliminate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news about the tumor is that it's not the kind of tumor that spreads, typically. It usually just stays in one place. It's also good that they can just remove the leg to get rid of it. If it had been on her body, it probably would be game over. But because it's on the leg, Baggie stands a great chance of coming out of this looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan for this weekend, as of now, is to head down to Leesburg and let them perform an x-ray of her body to make sure the cancer is nowhere else. If cancer is found, we won't do the amputation of her leg because we don't want to put Baggie through that stress and pain if she's not going to make it. If no cancer is found on her body, then we'll go ahead and do the amputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I've heard regarding three legged cats has been good. Cats supposedly do very well with only 3 legs, especially if the amputated limb is one of the back ones, which it is in Baggie's case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just pray for Baggie, Angela, and I. Pray that the cancer is not anywhere else except for the leg and pray that the procedure to amputate will go smoothly with no complications. She's our little girl and she means so much to us. I know it sounds silly for me to talk about a cat like that, but she's been with us since we were married and she's a part of the family. Just keep Baggie in your prayers, guys. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE6k32s5vHk/SgG52MHK-NI/AAAAAAAABCI/4AZPHvSPP8w/s400/SDC10111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE6k32s5vHk/SgG52MHK-NI/AAAAAAAABCI/4AZPHvSPP8w/s400/SDC10111.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/5908442671167124657-4169381716419180800?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/4169381716419180800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=4169381716419180800&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4169381716419180800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4169381716419180800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/05/baggie-update.html' title='Baggie Update'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE6k32s5vHk/SgG52MHK-NI/AAAAAAAABCI/4AZPHvSPP8w/s72-c/SDC10111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-2543367590158222185</id><published>2009-05-19T23:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:41:13.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged! Gangsta Style!</title><content type='html'>Ok, not really gangsta style, but I have been tagged by my precious, pretty, pregnant &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/angelas-notes.blogspot.com"&gt;wife&lt;/a&gt;. So here it is. I've been tagged to answer several series of 8 questions. Also, on a side note, I'd like to apologize to my loyal reader(s) for my lack of posting. I've been really busy at work, which isn't bad. It just takes away from my time for blogging. So on to the tagging thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I look forward to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Going to church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;2. Going to &lt;a href="http://www.pragmaticworks.com/"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; each day. I finally have a job that I absolutely love! I could not have ever hoped for a job like the one I have. I actually get to do what I originally studied for in college, which is graphic/ web design. Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;3. Holding my baby girl, Dallas, for the first time! There are not words to describe what a great day that will be!&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing my wife each night! I love to kick her butt in Phase 10, which I did tonight, by the way. :P&lt;br /&gt;5. Squishing my kitty, Baggie! She's like a little, furry child of ours.&lt;br /&gt;6. The start of the football season. Go Jaguars!&lt;br /&gt;7. Watch Criminal Minds on Wednesdays. It's such a great show, even if it is scary sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;8. The day my soda belly dissolves away and my rock hard abs are finally visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. I played Guitar Hero 2, after &lt;strike&gt;pestering&lt;/strike&gt; begging my wife to let me buy it. Thanks, babe!&lt;br /&gt;2. I worked out in the morning on my Total Gym 1500. It's the one Chuck Norris endorses. I mainly chose to use that one because its cheap, easy to store, and I really want to be able to round house kick bad guys in the face while wearing cowboy boots.&lt;br /&gt;3. I worked on a new website for work, called &lt;a href="http://www.developeridol.com/"&gt;http://www.developeridol.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Its a contest my company, &lt;a href="http://www.pragmaticworks.com/"&gt;Pragmatic Works&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.sswug.org/"&gt;http://www.sswug.org/&lt;/a&gt; are promoting. You can check out the site to get the rundown on the contest, but let me just say that the site is a work in progress so its not %100 functional yet. So don't email me and say I misspelled something or a link is broken.&lt;br /&gt;4. I watched the last 30 minutes of the Bachelorette with my wife while trying to convince her that I needed to sleep. Let me just say that the Bachelorette is a sad, pathetic show. It's hilarious that people think they can go on a tv show to find true love.&lt;br /&gt;5. I attempted to give Baggie her pain medicine. On the first attempt I missed and squirted it all over my shirt and my wife's hand. Second attempt was a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;6. I ate sushi for lunch. My boss is a vegetarian so we eat at a lot of seafood places.&lt;br /&gt;7. I laughed at how our VP Joe Biden revealed the location of a secret bunker. It's like him and Nancy Pelosi are competing at who can be the dumbest.&lt;br /&gt;8. I ate Steak and Cheese hot pockets before leaving work to go to financial counseling. Turns out we have so much money we don't know what to do with it. &lt;/sarcasm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I wish I could do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Fly&lt;br /&gt;2. Get season tickets for the Jaguars.&lt;br /&gt;3. See my family more often.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hold Dallas right now.&lt;br /&gt;5. Heal Baggie's leg.&lt;br /&gt;6. Make enough money so Angela wouldn't have to work anymore and could stay home with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;7. Buy more guns.&lt;br /&gt;8. Play darts all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;2. Myth Busters&lt;br /&gt;3. The Mentalist&lt;br /&gt;4. Law and Order: Special Victims Unit&lt;br /&gt;5. The Office&lt;br /&gt;6. 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;7. Anything on the History Channel&lt;br /&gt;8. Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my tagging thing I was supposed to do. Angela tagged me so I guess I can't tag her. I don't really have any blog friends that aren't my wife's blog friends so I guess I don't have anyone to tag. So I think I'll make up a new tag list for Angela to do, since she likes easy blog posts. So here you go, babe! You've been officially tagged! Here is what you must do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Post a picture of you making the happiest face possible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Post a picture of you making the saddest face possible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Post a picture of you making the angriest face possible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Post a picture of you making the sleepiest face possible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! You've been tagged, Angela! And because I know you'll not want to do this, I, too, will do the same thing after you have completed your post in a satisfactory manner. I love you, babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-2543367590158222185?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/2543367590158222185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=2543367590158222185&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2543367590158222185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2543367590158222185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-tagged-gangsta-style.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged! Gangsta Style!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-2815883004251468935</id><published>2009-05-01T10:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:49:36.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Baggie</title><content type='html'>So for the past few months, &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/2009/04/baggie.html"&gt;Baggie &lt;/a&gt;has been battling an injured back leg. We've been praying for her and giving her medicine but nothing has seemed to work. So earlier this week, we took Baggie back to the vet to have them look at her again because her limp does not seem to be improving. The vet recommended we take her to a pet surgery specialist that has the technology to really look at her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 8:00 a.m. this morning, I took Baggie to the specialist. The good news is that Baggie's fracture has healed. The bad news is that she has some kind of lump in her calf on that backright leg that has caused some serious nerve damage which is preventing her from using that leg. Baggie cannot extend her leg fully or work her ankle. So this morning, to the tune of $250, the vet did a biopsy on that lump and we should find out next week if its malignant, benign, or just some swelling in there from some kind of soft tissue injury. If its malignant, her leg will need to be amputated. If the lump is not malignant, she'll start medication and we'll let it heal over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that its not malignant because its very expensive to perform an amputation. The good news is, however, that if she needs to have her leg amputated, its not the end of the world for Baggie. Cats do really well with 1 back leg, so she'll still be able to live a very normal life. So pray for me, Angela, Baggie, and that the lump is not malignant. We love our little kitty, and we can't stand to see her suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-2815883004251468935?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/2815883004251468935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=2815883004251468935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2815883004251468935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2815883004251468935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/05/pray-for-baggie.html' title='Pray for Baggie'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-4422270581172677955</id><published>2009-04-09T23:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:47:11.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sleepy Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So here I am, 11:29 pm at night, doing some last minute laundry so that we'll have actual sheets to sleep on. The news is playing quietly in the living room and I'm listening to a new CD I bought off Amazon for $1.84: Scary Kids Scaring Kids. Funny name, huh? The silly name was behind probably 80% of my motivation to buy the CD. That and it cost less than $2.00. But anyways, on to the real topic of this blog. My cute, precious pregnant wife and my fuzzy, little, gimpy legged, little kitty are passed out in the living room. Angela is sleeping like a rock on our couch, as is her nightly custom. Baggie is curled up in the litte, white bag we received from the maternity store the other day. With everyone sleeping so soundly, I couldn't resist a few pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single night since we have had this bag in our house, Baggie has slept &lt;em&gt;INSIDE &lt;/em&gt;it. I am not exaggerating one bit. A couple times I've had to take it from her at 1 in the morning because she likes to make it crinkle and I can't sleep with any kind of sound. I'm a paranoid sleeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/6748/sleepyfamily006b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That can't be comfortable.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/6963/sleepyfamily007k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here you can see the two sleepy girls snoozing together. Aren't they so cute? How did a guy like me end up with the most amazing woman ever created and the fuzziest, cutest, little kitty in the world? It's a miracle!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 640px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/6915/sleepyfamily009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Angela loves me too much to be mad at me for this. Besides, she puts silly pictures of me on her blog all the time. I love you, babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-4422270581172677955?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/4422270581172677955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=4422270581172677955&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4422270581172677955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4422270581172677955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sleepy-family.html' title='My Sleepy Family'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-9028190660895167517</id><published>2009-03-26T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:40:23.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fav 5</title><content type='html'>It's been a little while since I've done a post, but I've been super busy with a pregnant woman in the house, work, school, side jobs, and a pregnant woman in the house. But considering how I spend a good portion of my time on the computer (at least 8 hours a day Mon - Fri), I thought my growing mob of loyal followers would enjoy checking out my top 5 favorite websites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;http://icanhascheezburger.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A website solely devoted to silly pictures of cute kittehs and puppehs with funny captions! Since &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; introduced me to this website a couple weeks ago, I've really enjoyed it. And to make things even more fun, you can submit your own cute pictures of your pets. The site is also updated multiple times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;a href="http://www.drudgereport.com/"&gt;http://www.drudgereport.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The Drudge Report is basically a list, compiled by Matt Drudge, of news articles from various news websites from around the world. It's so nice to be able to get all the top stories in one place without having to bounce from page to page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;a href="http://www.woot.com/"&gt;http://www.woot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The only way to describe this website is that it is COMPLETELY AWESOME! Every day Woot sells only a single item at what is usually a ridiculously low price. Every day the item changes to something new at midnight. The item could be anything from a computer, bug zapper, boardgame, or who knows. Occasionally Woot will have a Woot-Off, which is when an item will be posted for sale until Woot sells out of it. After that a new item will be listed, and the process continues all day long. Its a very cool idea. One of the first things I do each day is to see what is for sale on Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;a href="http://www.jaguars.com/"&gt;http://www.jaguars.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This is the home page of the Jacksonville Jaguars! Now I know this site will probably not appeal to any of you out there who are not avid Jaguars fans. If you are, however, I suggest you check it out. Vic Ketchman, senior editor for the Jags, does a daily blog called Ask Vic where he answers questions from readers. You can also find the latest news pertaining to the Jaguars, as well as the NFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This is my wife's blog! Angela is a very talented writer, I think, and I would like to see her actually try to make some money out of her hobby once she has more time to devote it. I check her blog at least several times a day to see if there's a new picture of her cute, baby belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. Those are my top 5 most frequented websites, not counting the one's I go to for work. I hope you guys will enjoy them as much as I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-9028190660895167517?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/9028190660895167517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=9028190660895167517&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/9028190660895167517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/9028190660895167517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-fav-5.html' title='My Fav 5'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-5407005209548021012</id><published>2009-03-09T19:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:48:19.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales From the Crypt!</title><content type='html'>My wife, &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;, recently wrote a new post on her blog with these questions so me, being the overworked individual that I am, decided to answer them because its been a few days since I've posted and also because I'm really tired and still have to edit a 4 chapters for a book my coworkers are writing as well as do a school assignment. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Did you date someone from your High School?&lt;/strong&gt; I did date one person from my high school, who shall rename nameless, for a little over a month I think. We are still very good friends to do this day and my wife absolutely loves this girl. Funny, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Did you marry someone from your High School?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope, I did not meet Angela until a few weeks before I began going to college. She had already finished a year at college and I was just so excited to be dating a college chick! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Did you carpool to school?&lt;/strong&gt; The only person who road to highschool with me was my brother since he's only a couple years younger than me. I did occasionally carpool to college with my friend, Brent, during the our freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What kind of car did you have?&lt;/strong&gt; My first car was an '89 Dodge Dynasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.avto-otchet.net/CarReviews/2359_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thats what it looked like in the picture, but a whole lot rustier with a lot more broker parts. I bought it with my own money for $600 from a neighbor who lived down the street from my parents. It was a good first car. For my highschool graduation gift, my parents helped me upgrade and purchase a 1998 Honda Civic! That car was my pride and joy! I loved that car so much and to this day I regret ever trading it in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What kind of car do you have now?&lt;/strong&gt; Today I drive a 2007 Honda Fit. It's a little Blaze Orange Metallic hatchback that reminds me alot of my Civic. I absolutely love driving it and I couldn't have asked for a nicer, more practical car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. It's Saturday night now you're....&lt;/strong&gt;Wishing my pregnant wife would wake up to spend some time with me or playing some darts with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. It is Saturday night then you're....&lt;/strong&gt;at the movies with some friends or cruising the streets in my 2.0 Liter Civic looking for some poor, unsuspecting Mustang to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What kind of job did you have in high school?&lt;/strong&gt; When I was in highschool, I worked at a nearby Domino's Pizza for 2 years. I also did some time at a sportsbar in a Holiday Inn working as a bus boy and doing room service. 1 month I worked at Sweet Tomatos but that job stunk so I quit there and got a job at an Italian Restaurant. That job lasted for 6 months before I was fired for refusing to take undercooked shrimp to a patron. I was glad I was fired though, because it turns out that my boss there was arrested later for kidnapping 30 + men from local gay bars, raping them at gunpoint, and then blackmailing them with the videos. What a psycho path. And for those of you wondering, that IS a true story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What kind of job do you have now?&lt;/strong&gt; I have the stinking greatest job in the world! I thank God for my job every day. I work for a small consulting firm that does business intelligence work for other businesses. We also sell software. The reason my job is great is because I'm finally doing something I love! I design and build databases and have also built a few web applications. Occasionally I do some graphic design work, which I really enjoy. Graphic design was my first love but I gave that up as my program of study in college because I thought I could not get a job in this town doing graphics, but look at me now! I wear jeans and a t shirt to work, shave when I want to, play darts during lunch in the conference room, and listen to music while I work. I have a great boss and work with a bunch of guys who are all very nice. The fact that I'm making the most money of my life now doesn't hurt either. I give God all the glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Were you a party animal?&lt;/strong&gt; Well, lets just say I've never smoked or drank alcohol in my life. I have been known to toilet paper the occasional house or car, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Were you considered a flirt?&lt;/strong&gt; I'll admi that I flirted when possible. Ask my wife. I flirted with her from day one. She just probably didn't recognize my overt flirting. She thinks most guys are "just being nice." Yea, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Were you in a band, orchestra, or choir?&lt;/strong&gt; While in highschool, gangsta rap was my passion. I loved to hit the streets, rapping about life in the projecks, hustlin' the hoes, and such. JK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Were you a nerd?&lt;/strong&gt; During my first 2 years of highschool, I could probably have been classified as dorky. I had a small group of friends and I wasn't popular. During my junior and senior year, I became more popular. I was a cut up and liked to make jokes, which earned me some cool kids points, as if it mattered. My senior year I was voted "Most Caring." Is that a joke or what? But my friends all thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Did you get suspended or expelled?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope, I was too smart for that. One time I did have to go to a parent/ teacher conference because I wrote a story in english where this guy strangled his psychologist with a piano wire before killing himself. What can I say? I have a vivid imagination. I guess they thought I might be trouble in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Can you sing the fight song?&lt;/strong&gt; If we had one, I didn't care enough to learn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)?&lt;/strong&gt; Probably my 2 favorite teachers were from my senior year. My web design teacher, Mrs. Gustafson, really got me interested in graphic design. My english teacher, Mrs. Slater, was just a dang good teacher and really cared about her students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Where did you sit during lunch?&lt;/strong&gt; We had a courtyard at my highschool so I usually sat out there eating my peanut M&amp;amp;M's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What was your schools full name?&lt;/strong&gt; My highschool was Ridgeview High School. I'm not worried about interent stalkers like my wife because I have a .45 auto that is very convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. When did you graduate?&lt;/strong&gt; "We're the best! We're better than you, because we're the class of 2002!" That was our little cheer. Pretty gay, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. What was your school mascot?&lt;/strong&gt; We were the panthers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. If you could go back and do it again, would you?&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe for a week or so, but not longer than that. I'm very happy with my life now and could not have asked for the Lord to bless me more than He has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Did you have fun at Prom?&lt;/strong&gt; It was okay, but prom is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Do you still talk to the person you went to prom with?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. She was hot but not very smart and maybe slightly psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Are you planning on going to your next reunion?&lt;/strong&gt; That is to be determined. I still see all the people I went to high school with that I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Do you still talk to people from school?&lt;/strong&gt; All the time. I work with a few of them now. One of my best friends from highschool, Devin, helped me get my current job. Thanks, bud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. School colors?&lt;/strong&gt; Blue and silver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-5407005209548021012?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/5407005209548021012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=5407005209548021012&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/5407005209548021012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/5407005209548021012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/03/tales-from-crypt.html' title='Tales From the Crypt!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-8399309039696946276</id><published>2009-02-25T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:30:05.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre!</title><content type='html'>It’s a late Friday night in the Philippines. After a long day's work of breaking up fights, suppressing riots, and stopping gang rapes, the prison staff has gathered at a local bar for a night of fun and recreation. With the beer and liquor flowing freely, the following conversation ensues between the Warden and a few of the guards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warden:&lt;/strong&gt; “Violence in the prison is just getting out of hand. We’ve got to figure out a way to keep the inmates from hurting each other. This is just unacceptable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Head Guard:”&lt;/strong&gt;You know, you’re right boss. I had to break up 12 fights today. That’s just too much!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guard 1&lt;/strong&gt;:”Hey! I’ve got a great idea! Now I know you’re going to call me crazy, but hear me out on this. What if we had all the prisoners dance to Michael Jackson’s Thriller?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone:&lt;/strong&gt; “That’s a great idea!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus the stage is set for the following video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMnk7lh9M3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMnk7lh9M3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I know some of you out there think this isn't real:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R72kxZW1orE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R72kxZW1orE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-8399309039696946276?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/8399309039696946276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=8399309039696946276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/8399309039696946276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/8399309039696946276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/02/bizarre.html' title='Bizarre!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-2757756834550856358</id><published>2009-02-20T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:04:16.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY FREAKING COW I CANNOT WAIT</title><content type='html'>Every day that passes by, I become more exciting about meeting the little critter growing inside my wife's tiny tummy. I've always liked kids and I've always known that I wanted to have at least 2 or 3 kids of my own, but now that we've actually got one on the way I can barely stand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night Angela and I were watching TV. Lately we've been watching the show &lt;em&gt;House&lt;/em&gt;. It's a series about this doctor, Dr. House, who is a very smart doctor but kind of lacking in the social skills department. He always treats these very strange medical cases. It's almost like CSI in the fact that they're solving some kind of mystery. Well the other night on &lt;em&gt;House&lt;/em&gt;, there were these newborn babies in the hospital. All 6 of them had 2 different kinds of viruses that were making all of them very sick. The doctors only knew of 2 kinds of medicine that would cure the babies but for some reason the medicines were not working. If the doctors could not figure out what was going on soon, the babies would die. They didn't have a lot of time, but they figured out that the 2 medicines were maybe having some kind of conflict with each other. As their final resort, the doctors put 2 babies on both medicines A &amp; B, 2 babies on the medicine A, and 2 babies on the medicine B. They knew that at least 1 baby would die but they didn't have a choice because if they didn't do it all the babies would die. When one of the babies died, they would be able to do an autopsy and figure out what killed that baby and use that information to save the others. The doctors couldn't just go and tell the parents of the babies what they were doing but they tried to at least give the families some hope, even though there was a chance that at least 1 family was going to lose their child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a baby on the way, Angela and I just could not help put ourselves in the position of the parents. Needless to say, we were stinkin' bawling. I'm not afraid to admit it. Yes, I cried like a girl. I'm just so excited about meeting this little baby for the first time that I don't know what I'd do if something happened to him or her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I forgot about telling you guys how the show ended. Well, sadly, 1 baby did die. It was so freaking sad. I can't even describe how I felt as they showed the doctors trying to revive that tiny little life. They tried to shock the heart over and over again but it just didn't work. Of course all the doctor's were just devistated and the parent's were just broken. So the camera zooms out, showing Dr. House just staring at the tiny baby's body lying on the metal table before he did the autopsy. With tears in his eyes, he gently undid the baby's diaper, carefully handling the baby's little legs. Because of what he learned from the autopsy, Dr. House was able to save the other babies. Is that a sad show or what? I'm about to cry just sitting here at work. Don't tell me coworkers. They'll call me names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the show ended on a happy note because they showed the parents of one of the babies who lived leaving the hospital. The mother was holding their little boy and his arms and legs were just wiggling around like they had minds of their own. I can't wait for that day. I cannot wait. I just can't wait to hold that little baby, smell that baby smell, feel those miniature fingers wrap around mine, and listen to him/her breath as they sleep. That will be the best day of my life. I have no doubt about that. Man, is God good or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-2757756834550856358?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/2757756834550856358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=2757756834550856358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2757756834550856358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2757756834550856358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-freaking-cow-i-cannot-wait.html' title='HOLY FREAKING COW I CANNOT WAIT'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-3775564439405333671</id><published>2009-02-18T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:17:55.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Designer Pro!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so maybe I'm not quite a pro at designing blogs, but I'm not completely retarded either. My wife and I have recently had the pleasure of designing some blogs for some friends and I thought now I'd take the chance to showcase some of our designs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com"&gt;Angela's Blog!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela did this design all by her cute little self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erins-notes.blogspot.com"&gt;Erin's Blog!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela also did this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedogsaboytoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leah's Blog!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly did this one. Angela did the installation. Thank's babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikki's Blog!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela also gave me a hand with this one. I did the background while Angela did the header and the install.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also currently working on another blog design as we speak! I just thought I'd take a break from designing to put up a blog post. When the new design is complete, I'll put up a link to the blog so everyone can check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I'm nearing completion of my current blog design project, I'm thinking about hosting a give away for another FREE blog makeover by none other than your favorite cute, married couple, Dustin and Angela! Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-3775564439405333671?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/3775564439405333671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=3775564439405333671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/3775564439405333671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/3775564439405333671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-designer-pro.html' title='Blog Designer Pro!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-5693951843627213892</id><published>2009-02-17T09:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:50:55.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Miss You, Fred.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon the Jacksonville Jaguars released their star running back, Fred Taylor. Freddy spent his entire 11 years in the NFL with the Jaguars, which is very rare for players today. He was drafted as a rookie in 1998 and finished his time with the Jaguars with 11,271 rushing yards. He was 16th all-time in the NFL in rushing yards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of sad to see Fred go, although it is time to pass the torch to Maurice Jones-Drew. I remember when he joined the team when I was 13 years old! Back then Fred was just a punk with gold teeth and lots of newly aquired money. But Fred quickly matured and became known as the leader of the Jaguars, trading his gold teeth for the "C" patch on his jersey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good run, Fred. You have the respect and love of the Jaguar Nation. Thanks for the hard work, the inspiration, and the leadership. We'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFOPrAfDpHg/SZrq156FUTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JCH3nXILqyo/s1600-h/Fred+Taylor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFOPrAfDpHg/SZrq156FUTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JCH3nXILqyo/s400/Fred+Taylor.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303809722980585778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-5693951843627213892?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/5693951843627213892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=5693951843627213892&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/5693951843627213892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/5693951843627213892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-miss-you-fred.html' title='We&apos;ll Miss You, Fred.'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFOPrAfDpHg/SZrq156FUTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JCH3nXILqyo/s72-c/Fred+Taylor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-7863854041043071672</id><published>2009-02-13T15:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:35:51.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Dad!</title><content type='html'>Yep, you read correctly. I am going to be a father! Boy am I excited. I look forward with great enthusiasm to seeing my wife's belly grow, laying in bed at night and feeling the little baby tumble around inside her, and finally holding that tiny life that God has blessed us with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am incredibly excited about the fact that my family is growing, I have become quite nervous and anxious about the fact that I will be completely responsible for that little baby in every way! That is a heavy burden not to be taken lightly! It seems that every day we grow closer to the birth of my child, the impending responsibility becomes more real. Don't get me wrong, I am excited about having the baby. I'm just a little overwhelmed about the responsibilities that come with being a father. I think the thing that I am most specifically nervous about is the spiritual condition of myself, my family, and my child. As the father and husband in my family, its my enormous responsibility to ensure that I am as close to the Lord as possible so that I may lead my family down the straight and narrow path that leads to Christ. If I fail to do that, and my child fails to accept Christ as his/her Savior, I will be responsible for the fact that I let my child go to Hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a huge responsibility that I must embrace with the help of Christ. Recently, I've tried to become more consistant with my daily quiet time each morning. During my quiet time I take a few minutes in the morning to pray to Jesus, ask His forgiveness of my sins, and ask Him to make me the kind of father and husband that would make Him smile. I know that with the Christ's help, I can be an effective, encouraging, thoughtful, and loving father for my child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, I embrace the challenge of being a parent! I look forward to all the sleepless nights, late night feedings, skinned knees, runny noses, and crayon on the walls! I look forward to spending time with my kid as much as possible. I look forward to football practices (or cheerleader camps) and taking my baby to school each morning. I will cherish every moment with my baby and will thank God for such a blessing. Thank you, Jesus, for blessing my wife and I with a baby! We won't let you down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-7863854041043071672?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/7863854041043071672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=7863854041043071672&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/7863854041043071672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/7863854041043071672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-dad.html' title='I&apos;m a Dad!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-7146034226417784673</id><published>2008-12-04T20:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:33:58.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know its been forever since I've posted, but I've been so incredibly busy. Since the last time I posted on my blog I've started a new job, been out of town 3 weekends and not counting the 2 straight weeks I was in Atlanta. I've been super busy with church and even busier with the holidays now here. With that being said, I'm sorry I haven't posted in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I designed a new blog for my wife, &lt;a href="angelas-notes.blogspot.com"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;. It turned out so great and and I had such a great time that I've decided to start designing blogs as a little side job. I'm not really wanting to make money, I'm just mostly doing it for the fun! So if you want a blog redesigned just shoot me an email!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-7146034226417784673?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/7146034226417784673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=7146034226417784673&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/7146034226417784673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/7146034226417784673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry!!!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-8063581002928367697</id><published>2008-10-01T15:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:56:33.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardees and Their EXCELLENT Service!</title><content type='html'>So I stopped by Hardees today because my beautiful, moviestar-gorgeous wife scored me a free 1/3 lbs. thickburger coupon. So I pull up to the window of the Hardees located at 491 Blanding Blvd, Orange Park, FL 32073. The overpaid, minimum wage earning, young girl greets me through the speaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her, "Hi, I'd like a 1/3 lbs. Original thick burger with no onions and I have a coupon for a free 1/3 lbs. thick burger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "The coupon say what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Free," I repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does it say buy 1 get 1 free or 1/2 off?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it says free," I say again. "Free in big white letters. F-R-E-E."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She repeats my order back to me and quotes me a price of $5.XX that includes the full price of the burger and my large coke. So I pull around the corner up to the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"$5.XX, please," she asks, as I hand her the coupon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that the price before or after the coupon?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After," she says confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I'm paying $5.XX for my large coke?" I inquire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh." She then proceeds to goof around with the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time the manager walks up and starts to ask the girl what she's doing. The girl then explains that I've got a free coupon for my burger and she's trying to adjust the price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the opposite side of the cashier, she then yells across her and out the window at me, "You gots to tell us when yo got a coupon when yo' orderin'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashier says, "He did." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than apologizing or even saying, "Oh," the manager turns around and walks off. The cashier then hands me my food and shuts the window as I'm saying, "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that Hardee's service!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-8063581002928367697?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/8063581002928367697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=8063581002928367697&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/8063581002928367697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/8063581002928367697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/10/hardees-and-their-excellent-service.html' title='Hardees and Their EXCELLENT Service!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-4247890179888950074</id><published>2008-09-30T15:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:25:29.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged By a Thug!</title><content type='html'>Ok so my wife isn't a traditional thug, but maybe a craft thug! Or a loves-to-read-books-about-amish-girls thug. Anyways, I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; to list some weird things about myself so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;Link to the person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;Post the rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;List 6 unspectacular quirks you have&lt;br /&gt;Tag 6 bloggers by linking them&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment on each taggee's blog to let them know they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIRK 1) When the Jacksonville Jaguars lose a game, I almost can't function. I'm so depressed when the Jags can't pull out the victory. Yes, I know its not healthy to be that emotionally invested in a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIRK 2) When Angela and I leave the house I can't stand for anyone other than myself to be driving. I don't know if its because I have this crazy need to be in control or I feel like I have to take care of Angela. I just can't stand to not be the one driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIRK 3) Sometimes I go to movies all by myself. I work from 4 am until about 10 am so I have a large portion of the day to spend by myself. So rather than sitting at home while Angela is at work, I used to go watch action movies since I couldn't go see them with Angela. Turns out Angela hates movies where people get turned into bloody clouds of meat chunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIRK 4) When I was going to school at the University of North Florida, I would actually spend several hours a day sleeping in my car. I would leave work at 10 am, spend a few hours in class, and then be so tired I couldn't function until I had napped. The house was too far away to warrant driving there and back and I would have class only an hour later so my only option was to sleep in the car. That early morning work schedule screwed me up bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIRK 5) Late at night when Angela and I get into comfy-mode to eat dinner and watch TV before bed, Angela puts on her pajamas and I put on some jeans. Jeans are my pajama pants. I don't know why but they're just so comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIRK 6) Sometimes when Angela and I are kidding around with each other, I'll say the strangest insults to her. For instance, it would not be uncommon in our house for a conversation to go something like this: Angela says, "Dustin, will you pass the salt shaker?" I say, "&lt;em&gt;You're&lt;/em&gt; a salt shaker!" I know, it's weird, but that's what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my 6 bloggers to link to are: &lt;a href="http://momsenseandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://m2a2bia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Madye&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thehotpinkpolka-dot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dayna&lt;/a&gt;. I know thats only 4 but I don't have many blog friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-4247890179888950074?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/4247890179888950074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=4247890179888950074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4247890179888950074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4247890179888950074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-tagged-by-thug.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged By a Thug!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-8576425323731622149</id><published>2008-09-29T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:49:00.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>So it's official: I have a new job! I am very excited about it, too. As of October 11, 2008 I will no longer be working for UPS. On October 6 I will start working for Pragmatic Works. Pragmatic Works is a small consulting firm that helps other companies make sense out of all the raw data in their databases. Also, I will help train new interns, work a little bit with website development, and also do a little marketing work. I'm so excited that I'll actually be working in the field that I've always wanted to. In highschool I studied a lot of web design and now I'll actually be doing that. Thanks to everyone who was praying for me! I'll keep everyone posted on how the job is going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-8576425323731622149?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/8576425323731622149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=8576425323731622149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/8576425323731622149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/8576425323731622149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-2374979035544514463</id><published>2008-09-19T14:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:30:17.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Turn (For the Worse?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In hopes to draw more readership of my otherwise boring and seldom updated blog, I've resorted to posting exciting and awesome videos of explosions, ninjas, and guns. But in the ensuing aftermath of my most recent "awesome" posts, I noticed that my blogs were not read more and were definitely not commented on more. I've only had 3 comments on my "awesome" video posts: 2 were from my wife because I asked her to and 1 was by Rachel because I addressed her by name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I started thinking, "Why aren't more people commenting on my amazingly awesome blogs? I mean, what the heck? They have explosions, ninjas, and guns! What more do they want?!" Then it hit me. My blog is read solely by a bunch of silly girls. Rachel: silly. Stacie: silly. My mom: silly. Dayna: silly. Madye: silly...based only on what I've heard. My wife, Angela: The &lt;em&gt;silliest&lt;/em&gt; girl in the world!!! Now that I've got my audience pegged, I should be able to blog more effectively thus increasing your amount of entertainment, as if there was any in the first place. I close with a picture of a cute kitten holding a sniper rifle. The silly girls will enjoy the adorable kitten and I'll enjoy the fact that he's holding a high powered rifle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://msp168.photobucket.com/albums/u175/PvtHike/sniper_kitten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5908442671167124657-2374979035544514463?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/2374979035544514463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=2374979035544514463&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2374979035544514463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2374979035544514463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/09/taking-turn-for-worse.html' title='Taking a Turn (For the Worse?)'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-4671173124109680869</id><published>2008-09-18T13:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:45:09.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom!</title><content type='html'>Continuing with my theme of videos, I've decided to post a very cool video of combat operations in Afghanistan. The video was filmed from the gun camera on an AC-130 gunship, shown here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://www.ndu.edu/nwc/nwcCLIPARt/US_AIR_FORCE/Equipment/Attack-Fighter_Aircraft/AC-130/aAC130HSpectre01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Unlike most attack aircraft, the guns are not situated facing forward. Instead, the AC-130's guns are mounted on the side pointing outward under the wing. This allows the pilot to circle the target from up above while the gunner shoots downward, kinda like shooting fish in a barrel. So without further ado, here is some pretty amazing video of an AC-130 gunship taking out some dirty muslim extremists in Afghanistan. Listen carefully to the chatter as the gunner consciously avoids destroying the mosque. Also, the little white blobs running around are people, and if you look closely you can see pieces of those little white blobs spraying in all directions during the explosions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OkoWEMCnLQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OkoWEMCnLQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With today's technology, it is clearly not a good time to be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Rachel, make sure Jeff watches this video. I know he'll like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-4671173124109680869?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/4671173124109680869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=4671173124109680869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4671173124109680869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4671173124109680869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/09/boom.html' title='Boom!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-2137008979788148193</id><published>2008-09-17T16:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:27:07.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Stuff</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of things that are manly I've decided to provide you with some very cool videos of things that I enjoy and like. I was inspired to do this post after I read a fellow bloggerettes post about guns. And since I like guns, thats what my first video will be about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qF-4QkBj3l8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qF-4QkBj3l8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like Ninjas! Who doesn't? They're dark, mysterious, nearly invincible, and can kill you before you even know you're dead! This is an especially awesome video from the movie The Last Samurai of ninjas vs. samurai! Bad to the bone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/op62w1l3cyc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/op62w1l3cyc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally for my last video, a video of horrific crashes, explosions, and disasters! What could be more awesome than that (not counting ninjas and guns)! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-9Y7XSsGnY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-9Y7XSsGnY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-2137008979788148193?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/2137008979788148193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=2137008979788148193&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2137008979788148193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2137008979788148193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-stuff.html' title='Fun Stuff'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-2869464540631269631</id><published>2008-09-17T10:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:41:44.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look!</title><content type='html'>As you can see my blog has been given a face lift! My blog's old look was old and boring so I opted for something a little more futuristic and matrix-y. I'd like to thank my precious wife, Angela, for taking the time to set this up for me. Thanks, babe! You're so hot and so smart all at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just wanted to post an update to my current job search. I've finished my training with Brian and am currently searching for somewhere to utilize my new computer skills. I went to a conference on Friday in downtown and was able to network a little bit and send out a few resumes. One of the companies that is currently an option is a company that is literally 3 blocks away from where my wife works! I am really praying that will pan out because there would be nothing better than being able to ride to work with my wife, eat lunch with her every day, and then come home with her! That would be a dream come true. Also, my good friend Devin works at this company, too, so it'd be cool to work with a friend. Any prayers on this area will be greatly appreciated. But only prayers to God the Father of Jesus Christ will be accepted. Not prayers to allah, buddah, or any other imaginary diety. If you're praying to allah or something else on my behalf you're wasting your time. They're not even real. Fake. Just fake. Thanks, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-2869464540631269631?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/2869464540631269631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=2869464540631269631&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2869464540631269631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2869464540631269631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-look.html' title='A New Look!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-6013577600405094639</id><published>2008-09-04T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:48:32.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Opportunity</title><content type='html'>I know its been a while since I blogged but I've been super busy lately. There's been a lot of good things going on lately and a lot of not-so-good things occurring as well. Do you want the good news or the bad news first? Since I can't hear your response I'll just pick for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The BAD News:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A couple of weeks ago while Angela and I were watching the Olympics our television shut off. Yes, the high definition television we bought brand new with some of our wedding money. We'd only had the TV since we were married which hasn't been very long, although it's felt like a long time. Just kidding, baby! Every time we tried to turn the TV back on it would just click over and over again. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday my fridge died. Everything in the freezer was a total loss as was the majority of goods in the fridge. So right now we are using my little mini fridge that's only about 2 1/2 feet high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with all that, work has been really really rough lately. I'm not even supposed to touch a single package and all they have me do each day is load, load, load. They hire me to do a job and run my area and the management refuses to listen to my suggestions or give me the resources. I'm just about done with this crap and they can sit on a tack for all I care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The GOOD News:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my nice TV died I still have the 30 inch TV from our bedroom even if it's not HD. So we're using that one in the living room and our spare 19" in the bedroom. The 19" has not AV plugs, no TV remote, and only 1 cable hookup. At least it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though the fridge is toast my really cool parents have a spare fridge at their old house that they were gracious enough to let us use. It's really nice, has double doors, an icemaker on the front, and best of all its FREEEEEEEEEE!!! The only pain in the butt thing about it is that I have to go get it and it's really heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, even though I just about flat out hate my job right now, a new, fun, exciting, better paying job seems to be looming in the not so distant distance. My friend Devin's brother Brian does IT work and has offered to train me in the ways of IT. He helped Devin along with many of my friends get really good jobs so this whole week I've been hanging out with him and he's been training me. I'm really excited about it. It's going to be a really great opportunity and Angela and I are both excited. Thanks Devin and Brian! You guys are the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though it seems like a lot of bad stuff has happened lately, God continues to make a way for us! What an awesome God we have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-6013577600405094639?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/6013577600405094639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=6013577600405094639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/6013577600405094639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/6013577600405094639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-opportunity.html' title='New Opportunity'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-1125907951796055291</id><published>2008-08-11T17:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:22:59.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to Know Me!</title><content type='html'>Here's something my wife did so I decided to follow in her steps and do the same thing. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am: Angela's really hot husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think:  the Jacksonville Jaguars are the best football team in the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know:  that I need to spend more time reading God's Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want: be done with school and just work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have:  really comfortable L.L. Bean slippers on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish: we were more responsible with our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate: all the dumb people in the world who are so dumb they don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss: my Papa who died from stomach cancer in Dec. '96.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear: for my wife's safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear:  the news on the TV in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel:  my head pounding for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell:  BBQ chicken cooking in the crock pot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave:  Texas Road House steaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search:  for a good job so I can take care of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder:  what our kids will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret:  that I don't think everything through before I speak or act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love: giving my wife and Baggie kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ache:  after I go to work at UPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care:  about taking care of Angela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always: watch the Jaguars when they're on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not:  going to let my kids make the same mistakes I've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe: in Jesus Christ, the son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance: when I'm with my wife and NO ONE ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing: Baby Got Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t always: go to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight:  with Angela to take her medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write:  blogs because they make my wife happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win: at Phase 10 way more than Angela does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose:  my pens at work alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never:  wear make up even if my wife begs me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen: to Angela when she comes home from work and talks about how much she hates listening to dumb people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found:  in bed at 12 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared:  of something bad happening to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need:  to drive slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy:  that I am married to a woman as hot and sexy as my wife, Angela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-1125907951796055291?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/1125907951796055291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=1125907951796055291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/1125907951796055291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/1125907951796055291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-to-know-me.html' title='Get to Know Me!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-4926141856606687239</id><published>2008-07-31T17:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:14:45.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its just around the corner!</title><content type='html'>Football season!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. The time between the end of the Superbowl and the first NFL preseason game is so boring! The only thing that makes the last 2 months before preseason starts bearable is that 1010XL Sports Radio actually starts talking about the Jacksonville Jaguars on a regular basis (not just when one of them gets busted for drugs, dui, hit and run, etc), Jaguars minicamp and training camp are open to the public as well and the &lt;a href="http://www.jaguars.com/default.aspx"&gt;Jacksonville Jaguars website&lt;/a&gt; is updated on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're at that point right now.  The first Jaguars preseason game is Aug. 9th and I am barely holding myself together. During football season I eat, drink, and sleep football. I know my wife will agree. She just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; to talk about football with me, my Dad, and my brother! NOT! Anyways, she's getting better about football though. She understands most of the rules, who the players are (and not just Jaguars players. She even despises the Colt and those cheatin' Pats), and she knows what the point of the game is! She has her own Maurice Jones-Drew jersey that she wears with pride, along with her Jaguars ear rings, hair clip, and visor! I'm very proud of her. She's almost as die hard a Jacksonville Jaguars fan as I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After August 9th, I will be one happy camper... unless the Jaguars lose that week. In that case, my day will be ruined and everyone should avoid speaking to me until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go Jaguars!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nancarrow-webdesk.com/warehouse/storage2/2007-w40/img.13972_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.nancarrow-webdesk.com/warehouse/storage2/2007-w40/img.13972_t.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/5908442671167124657-4926141856606687239?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/4926141856606687239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=4926141856606687239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4926141856606687239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4926141856606687239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-just-around-corner.html' title='Its just around the corner!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-8971178360916280228</id><published>2008-07-23T13:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:00:31.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all fun and games until someone loses an eye....</title><content type='html'>Then its just fun! Who doesn't love practical jokes (not counting Osama, Stalin, Hitler and Satan)? I know I do! There's nothing more hilarious than the honestly confused, perplexed, astounded, and/or downright terrified expression on an unsuspecting victim's face. With that said, here's some really funny practical jokes that you can play at your place of work and NOT lose your job. Of course if you are willing to lose your job, you can REALLY take the jokes to the next level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Place a paperclip on the office photocopier and make 100 or so copies of it. Then remove the paperclip and load the papers with the image of the paperclip into the paper tray. Your coworkers/ victims will go nuts trying to find the paperclip inside the copier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you have an office phone system that allows conference        calling, you can prank two people at once. Call the first victim’s        extension, then very quickly call the second victim and push the        conference button. Now both people will think the other person called them        and will begin arguing over who called whom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Take an item from the victim’s office (something they use a lot such as a        special coffee cup, stapler, pencil cup, etc.). Take a picture of the item        and leave it on the victim’s desk (in the same spot where the item was        located), along with a “ransom” note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If the victim uses Microsoft Word, go into the victim’s        computer and change the auto-correct feature so it misspells common words.        Just open Word, choose “AutoCorrect Options” from the Tools menu, and have        it replace common words like “the” and “and” with words like "terd" and "anus". The sky is the limit with this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Take a Post-It note and place it over the eye of the        victim’s optical mouse. When the victim tries to use his or her computer,        the cursor won’t move. (Note        if they have a standard mouse, you can perform the same trick by taping a        piece of paper over the ball underneath the mouse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few I found. I hope you guys who are lucky enough to work in a posh, climate controlled, cushy chaired, office will have some fun with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I, along with Blogspot, am in no way, shape, or form responsible for any consequences and/or punishments you bring on yourself by attempting any of the above listed practical jokes. Please, however, leave a comment clearly depicting any practical jokes attempted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-8971178360916280228?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/8971178360916280228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=8971178360916280228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/8971178360916280228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/8971178360916280228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-all-fun-and-games-until-someone.html' title='Its all fun and games until someone loses an eye....'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-3327232712088253348</id><published>2008-07-22T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:22:37.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my wife!</title><content type='html'>I love my wife! But just how much do I love my wife? Hmmm...Lets see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my wife more than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peanut butter pickles!&lt;br /&gt;greasy bloated road kill!&lt;br /&gt;Adolph Hitler!&lt;br /&gt;stinky litter boxes!&lt;br /&gt;broken computers!&lt;br /&gt;groin "area" injuries!&lt;br /&gt;wannabe ninjas!&lt;br /&gt;paper cuts!&lt;br /&gt;bee stings on my eye lids!&lt;br /&gt;sand in my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;surprise bills!&lt;br /&gt;the New England Patriots!&lt;br /&gt;and ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a short list of all the things that are not even close to being loved as much as I love my precious bride, Angela! Angela is nothing short of the best thing that has ever happened to me. She is way out of my league and seems oblivious to the fact that she is stunningly gorgeous and highly intelligent. She does such a good job of taking care of me since I am in a constant state of tiredness. She always has good food for me and doesn't complain when we only go see guy movies, if I forget to vacuum for a week, or when I accidentally buy things we can't afford. She is nothing short of the best wife any man could ever dream of! I love you, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sorry everyone had to read that mushy blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-3327232712088253348?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/3327232712088253348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=3327232712088253348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/3327232712088253348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/3327232712088253348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-wife.html' title='I love my wife!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-9173554419852527053</id><published>2008-07-10T17:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:24:41.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoax or No Hoax???</title><content type='html'>After reading a terrifying story on a friend's blog that tells of a small child being bitten to death by copperhead rattlesnakes in a fast food joint's ball pit, I started investigating other popular internet stories and pictures that people assume are real because they're on the world wide web.  After all, people wouldn't post lie on the web, would they?  Well it turns out they do.  With that said, here's some little tests I found that test your gullibility. After you take the test, post your first score in my comments. No cheating! Here is what I scored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level One: 9 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;Level Two: 8 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;Level Three: 6 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;Level Four: 8 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the test and good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/tests/hoaxphototest.html"&gt;Hoax Text!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four hoax test links are at the top of the first page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-9173554419852527053?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/9173554419852527053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=9173554419852527053&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/9173554419852527053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/9173554419852527053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/07/hoax-or-no-hoax.html' title='Hoax or No Hoax???'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-1984906598183615102</id><published>2008-07-08T14:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:33:55.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been a While...</title><content type='html'>I know its been a ridiculously long time since I posted, but at the nag...I mean encouragement of my wife, here is at least one more post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Apparently there's this thing called a "meme." Someone tags you for a list of information about you and then you post it on your blog. So my wife tagged me for one of these. In the "meme" I have to post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. List your top ten favorite films (in no particular order).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. If you're tagged, you've got to post &amp;amp; tag 3-5 other people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. Give a tag back (some link love) to the one who tagged you in your post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Give a hat tip (HT) to Dan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;Naming my top ten favorite films will be hard, so I think I'll just give ten films that were freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     1. The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;     2. Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;     3. Saving Private Ryan&lt;br /&gt;     4. Braveheart&lt;br /&gt;     5. The Last Samurai&lt;br /&gt;     6. No Country For Old Men&lt;br /&gt;     7. Man on Fire&lt;br /&gt;     8. Batman Begins&lt;br /&gt;     9. The Departed&lt;br /&gt;     10. Shooter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; I will tag Angela, Dayna, and Stacie because they are the only three people I know who write blogs. If you've already been tagged to do this then instead of listing your top ten movies, you must list your ten favorite movies that your husband also likes to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; And my tag back love goes to &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;. Check her blog out because its pretty silly just like she is. She's also pretty smokin' hot so go see her blog and a pic or 2 of her if for nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; HT to Dan, whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I'm done with my blog for quarter. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-1984906598183615102?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/1984906598183615102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=1984906598183615102&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/1984906598183615102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/1984906598183615102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been a While...'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-4296201929600369918</id><published>2008-05-08T11:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:14:16.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things I Thank God For!</title><content type='html'>In light of my sister-in-law's recent blog about 100 things she is thankful for, I decided to write up my own list in similar fashion. So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My salvation (without it, whats the point?)&lt;br /&gt;2. My stunningly beautiful wife (I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; out of my league!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Christian parents who saw fit to raise me in church and point me towards God&lt;br /&gt;4. The in-laws who raised my wife to be the Godly woman that she is&lt;br /&gt;5. My little bro&lt;br /&gt;6. My brother and sister in-law (you guys are alright, I guess...)&lt;br /&gt;7. First Baptist Church of Jacksonville (shining the light in a dark world)&lt;br /&gt;8. Dr. Brunson laying down the Word (its a dirty job but someones gotta do it)&lt;br /&gt;9. Christian friends who encourage and strengthen me with their love for Christ&lt;br /&gt;10. The freedom this country offers (even the freedom to be completely stupid. See: "insert left wing nut job here")&lt;br /&gt;11. The guys and gals in the armed forces so I can sleep at night not wondering if I'll wake up in a pile of rubble and body parts ("People sleep peaceably in their beds at night because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf." - George Orwell)&lt;br /&gt;12. President Bush (sometimes doing the right thing is unpopular and it takes a real man to make those kind of decisions)&lt;br /&gt;13. Baggie! (our little, black kitty is so cute I just wanna squish her and rub her and pet her and cuddle her and kiss her and....)&lt;br /&gt;14. The opportunity to go to school&lt;br /&gt;15. My job (even though sometimes I hate it)&lt;br /&gt;16. The Greatest Generation (Thank you with all my heart to the men and women who paid in blood to defeat evil)&lt;br /&gt;17. The Jacksonville Jaguars!!!! Go Jaguars! Whooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;18. The internet (not counting all the bad stuff out there)&lt;br /&gt;19. Sirloin Steak with&lt;br /&gt;20. Loaded Bake Potato and a&lt;br /&gt;21. Loaded Sweet Potato (A baked sweet potato with marshmallows and cinnamon butter is awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;22. Being an American&lt;br /&gt;23. my mental health (you'd understand if you'd talk to my dad for 2 min...J/K Dad, I love you!)&lt;br /&gt;24. the money God has given us (sorry when I squander it, Lord!)&lt;br /&gt;25. Honda (best vehicles on the planet)&lt;br /&gt;26. video games (what could be better than tons of fun in the comfort of your home while sitting on the couch and enjoying a soda?)&lt;br /&gt;27. My wife's sense of humor,&lt;br /&gt;28. smile,&lt;br /&gt;29. gorgeous, brown (I mean blue!) eyes,&lt;br /&gt;30. and her amazingly, sexy body (I know she'll be embarrassed but I can't NOT put it on here)&lt;br /&gt;31. And on that note: Sex. (I'd be lying to myself and my wife if this wasn't on here. She'd think an alien wrote this blog if I left it out. Sorry, guys.)&lt;br /&gt;32. But most of all my wife's love (She is good to me!)&lt;br /&gt;33. Police (even if you pull me over when I'm not speeding)&lt;br /&gt;34. Fire Dept.&lt;br /&gt;35. EMT's&lt;br /&gt;36. movies (Yay for ninjas, pirates, explosions, and shoot-outs)&lt;br /&gt;37. beef supreme gorditas&lt;br /&gt;38. Being able to pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;39. Safe, reliable vehicles for my wife and myself to drive&lt;br /&gt;40. my physical health&lt;br /&gt;41. hot showers (not the kind near boiling temperatures like my wife enjoys)&lt;br /&gt;42. The Right to Bear Arms (I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dare&lt;/span&gt; you to break into my house.)&lt;br /&gt;43. Spaghetti (even though my wife is tired of it)&lt;br /&gt;44. God allowing me to make mistakes (if I were God I'd have been dead a long time ago) and&lt;br /&gt;45. God's forgiveness (even though I am habitually stupid)&lt;br /&gt;46. Naps with my&lt;br /&gt;47. soft pillow and&lt;br /&gt;48. water bed that are just heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;49. hot wings (You know they're good when your sweat is spicy!)&lt;br /&gt;50. My wife's sexy body&lt;br /&gt;51. My sight! (What good would a hot wife be without it?)&lt;br /&gt;52. Clint Eastwood movies (Do you feel lucky, punk? Well? Do ya?)&lt;br /&gt;53. Driving alone on a dark road at night with myself and the Lord and no one else for miles&lt;br /&gt;54. Pizza (thank you Ninja Turtles)&lt;br /&gt;55. Creating art&lt;br /&gt;56. Football season! (NFL only, college is a joke until they get a playoff system)&lt;br /&gt;57. the computer game Age of Empires (1, 2, and 3)&lt;br /&gt;58. pulled pork at Mojo's BBQ&lt;br /&gt;59. music&lt;br /&gt;60.The death of Jesus and&lt;br /&gt;61. the resurrection of Jesus (Just so a bunch of losers who may or may not love him would simply have a chance at life! Astounding!)&lt;br /&gt;62. Cookies and&lt;br /&gt;63. hugs (you thought I was going to say milk, didn't you?)&lt;br /&gt;64. milk&lt;br /&gt;65. Quarters (its always so exciting to find one in my car!)&lt;br /&gt;66. Laughing&lt;br /&gt;67. the time spent with my Papa (best man who ever lived)&lt;br /&gt;68. My concealed weapon permit (threaten my wife's safety and see if you end up anywhere other than ICU or the morgue)&lt;br /&gt;69. jeans (they're so comfy!)&lt;br /&gt;70. The show Cops (so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what happens if you run from, fight with, and lie to the police!)&lt;br /&gt;71. An ice, cold Coke on a hot day&lt;br /&gt;72. my Dad coaching me in little league sports (thanks Dad! You taught me so much!)&lt;br /&gt;73. ice cream with&lt;br /&gt;74. sprinkles (the kind that is really just colored sugar)&lt;br /&gt;75. a fast metabolism (with out I'd weigh 842.2 lbs by now)&lt;br /&gt;76. being able to tell time on an analog clock&lt;br /&gt;77. My big, comfy couch&lt;br /&gt;78. A wife who knows how to cook! (Required in the south.)&lt;br /&gt;79. Zombies not being real (or are they?)&lt;br /&gt;80. Tom Clancy novels&lt;br /&gt;81. Batman&lt;br /&gt;82. Warm, sunny days spending time at&lt;br /&gt;83. swimming pools (the fun of the beach minus the sandy feeling in your butt crack)&lt;br /&gt;84. The way my wife smells so dang, good! (I'm so glad she showers)&lt;br /&gt;85. Being able to help people in need&lt;br /&gt;86. Being literate&lt;br /&gt;87. Living in the south (the weather, the water, and the women, er... just my wife now!)&lt;br /&gt;88. 1010XL Sports Talk Radio&lt;br /&gt;89. my new Wii (so much fun but beware muscle pulls)&lt;br /&gt;90. tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;91. Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;92. real Doctors&lt;br /&gt;93. the fact that no more new episodes of Friends will ever be filmed&lt;br /&gt;94. My wife's smokin' hot body (did I say that one already?)&lt;br /&gt;95. the rain&lt;br /&gt;96. The Kay's (great Sunday school teachers!)&lt;br /&gt;97. rollie pollies (they're so cool!)&lt;br /&gt;98. The day our loud next door neighbor moved&lt;br /&gt;99. My computer (without it bills would never get paid on time)&lt;br /&gt;100. The after taste root beer leaves in your mouth! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya have it, folks. 100 things that I am truly thankful for. I have so much to be thankful for that even when life stinks I should never cease to praise and thank God for all that he has blessed me with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-4296201929600369918?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/4296201929600369918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=4296201929600369918&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4296201929600369918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4296201929600369918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/05/100-things-i-thank-god-for.html' title='100 Things I Thank God For!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-4157162513301930941</id><published>2008-05-06T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:12:29.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware the Wii!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wiimedia.ign.com/wii/image/article/733/733464/igns-nintendo-wii-faq-20060919054631179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://wiimedia.ign.com/wii/image/article/733/733464/igns-nintendo-wii-faq-20060919054631179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a Wii.The Wii should come with a warning of some type stating that physical harm, pain, and/or detriment is probable. Since owning the Wii, my wife has pulled a muscle in her arm, her back and side are sore, my arm is numb, I pulled my left butt cheek, and my shoulder is sore. Who would have ever thought video games could be so hazardous? Man, the Wii is a blast, but Geez! I haven't been this beat up since I played football. I think for the next few days I'll stick to the good ole fashioned video games where you just sit on the couch, eat some potato chips, and drink a coke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-4157162513301930941?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/4157162513301930941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=4157162513301930941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4157162513301930941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4157162513301930941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/05/beware-wii.html' title='Beware the Wii!!!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-2484433830438013145</id><published>2008-05-01T22:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:23:39.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because my wife said so.</title><content type='html'>Well my wife asked me to do this so here it is. I love you, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag FOUR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Jobs I’ve Had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Domino's Pizza (I ate a whole pizza every day of my life for 2 years straight! Healthy!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweet Tomatoes (It last for a whole 3 1/2 weeks)&lt;br /&gt;3. Brick Oven Italian Restaurant (I was fired for refusing to serve a customer bad shrimp. So sue me.)&lt;br /&gt;4. UPS (Under Paid Slaves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Movies I Can Watch Over and Over:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gladiator (So freakin' awesome)&lt;br /&gt;2. The Matrix (Need I say more?)&lt;br /&gt;3. Brave Heart (Man in love kills anyone/everyone who had anything to do with hurting his woman. Such an awesome movie!)&lt;br /&gt;4. The Last Samurai (Samurais + Ninjas = Insanely Awesome ^ 1000000000000000000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV Shows I Love to Watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LOST&lt;br /&gt;2. The Office ("5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Do it. Do it now. Give me control.")&lt;br /&gt;3. Cops (What could be more fun than watching some punks get maced and beat down?)&lt;br /&gt;4. Mythbusters (Don't get to watch this one very often, but man it's great!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Places I’ve Been on Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Washington DC (Don't stay out after dark)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hotlanta, GA (Don't stay out after dark)&lt;br /&gt;3. Grand Cayman &amp;amp; Kozumel (When the sun went down, we went to town!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Key West (Mopeds and Key Lime Pie! Yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Favorite Dishes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pizza (Duh.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Steak, loaded sweet potato and loaded sweet potato (Texas Roadhouse)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ranch chicken, mashed potatoes, and creamed corn (ala Angela)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pulled Pork (at Mojos BBQ!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Websites I Visit Daily:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jaguars.com (Go Jags!)&lt;br /&gt;2. www.comcast.com (email)&lt;br /&gt;3. Honda-Tech.com (when you just gotta know how to completely take your Honda apart and put it back together)&lt;br /&gt;4. Vystar.com (payin' bills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Places I’d Rather Be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;In bed with Angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. On the couch with my xbox360 and a Dr. Thunder (thats rip-off Dr. Pepper)&lt;br /&gt;3. Hangin' out with friends&lt;br /&gt;4. At church (good ole' no-nonsense, not-watered-down preachin' of the Word!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Others I’d Like to Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Since I don't know anyone whoever wants to do this can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya' go, honey! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fabulousrivercity.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-2484433830438013145?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/2484433830438013145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=2484433830438013145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2484433830438013145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2484433830438013145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-my-wife-said-so.html' title='Because my wife said so.'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-788337466935869598</id><published>2008-04-22T13:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:31:37.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku Fiend</title><content type='html'>After being inspired by my lovely wife to write a haiku, I decided to write one about school since finals week is coming up. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semesters over.&lt;br /&gt;Only one more whole year left.&lt;br /&gt;Man does school suck bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I hope that brought a tear to your eye as your heart moves with emotion. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-788337466935869598?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/788337466935869598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=788337466935869598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/788337466935869598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/788337466935869598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/04/haiku-fiend.html' title='Haiku Fiend'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-4176922320582577438</id><published>2008-04-17T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:38:43.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Up!</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of men who aren't manly. I'm tired of men who are "metrosexual" or whatever in the world that means. Men should be leaders, like God has called them to be, and should stand up for what is right, just, and true. They should be honest and God-fearing and should enjoy things like sports, guns, movies with explosions and/or ninjas, and meat (rare if possible). Also, in no way, shape, or form does the level of hotness of the woman at your side determine if you are a Man's Man. So with that said, I have compiled a list of ways to help you identify men who do not fit the definition of manly men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Manly men only drink tap water. Ordering expensive bottled water at a restauraunt automatically disqualifies you from holding the title of "Manly Man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Manly men do not know what conditioner is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Under NO circumstances should a Manly Man wear make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A Manly Man will gladly kill to protect his families and/or those he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A Manly Man does not use wax on any part of his body (also known as "Manscaping").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A Manly Man does not enjoy sports where serious bodily injury is not possible and/or likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A Manly Man can repair his own vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A Manly Man has no qualms about farting and/or burping in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A Manly Man always cleans his plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Meat: the redder, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, those are just a few I came up with. With that said, the following are a list of men (in no particular order) who I, as a Man's Man, have deemed "Non Manly Men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Matthew Perry&lt;br /&gt;2. Richard Gere&lt;br /&gt;3. Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;4. David Schwimmer&lt;br /&gt;5. Clay Aiken&lt;br /&gt;6. Al Gore&lt;br /&gt;7. Tom Cruise&lt;br /&gt;8. John Kerry&lt;br /&gt;9. Owen Wilson&lt;br /&gt;10. Jude Law&lt;br /&gt;11. Topher Grace&lt;br /&gt;12. Ashton Kutcher&lt;br /&gt;13. Hugh Grant&lt;br /&gt;14. David Spade&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matthew McConaughey&lt;br /&gt;16. Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;17. Pierce Brosnan&lt;br /&gt;18. Ryan Seacrest&lt;br /&gt;19. Simon Cowell&lt;br /&gt;20. Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;21. John Travolta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It only makes sense to now identify some men who truly are manly men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clint Eastwood&lt;br /&gt;2. Douglas MacArthur&lt;br /&gt;3. Russell Crowe&lt;br /&gt;4. Arnold Schwarzenegger&lt;br /&gt;5. Ronald Reagan&lt;br /&gt;6. Gregory Peck&lt;br /&gt;7. Denzel Washington&lt;br /&gt;8. Harrison Ford&lt;br /&gt;9. Sean Connery&lt;br /&gt;10. Mel Gibson&lt;br /&gt;11. George S. Patton&lt;br /&gt;12. John Wayne&lt;br /&gt;13. George Washington&lt;br /&gt;14. Steve McQueen&lt;br /&gt;15. Paul Newman&lt;br /&gt;16. Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;17. Batman&lt;br /&gt;18. Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;19. Bruce Willis&lt;br /&gt;20. Samuel L. Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I'm glad I finally got that out in the open for the public to see. I feel like this has probably been my most beneficial-to-the-world posting yet, so I hope you enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-4176922320582577438?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/4176922320582577438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=4176922320582577438&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4176922320582577438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/4176922320582577438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-up.html' title='Man Up!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-2057123070808226849</id><published>2008-04-10T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:06:19.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times!</title><content type='html'>I remember the first time I held my wife's hand! What an amazing night it was. I think it may have been our second or third date and I remember that I could already tell that I was really going to like this girl. She was smart, funny, witty, and had a killer body! She was exactly everything I was looking for in a girl. So anyways, there we were, playing putt putt at the local mini golf hot spot. We were on the last hole and my later-to-be-wife was beating me and there was no chance of me coming back. One way or another we ended up agreeing that if I could manage a hole-in-one on the last hole that I would be declared the victor and be the champion of putt putt. Well waddayaknow I made a hole in one! I was the champion! My date reluctantly conceded defeat and we started to make our way back to the car. I'd been dying to hold her hand, touch her elbow, rub her back, anything the whole night! So as we exited the mini golf course I gently slipped my hand into hers, softly grasping her beautiful fingers. It was very exciting and I'll never forget the feelings of anticipation, anxiety, butterflies, and what I later discovered to be love I felt that night. Winning in putt putt was nothing compared to being close to my beautiful, blue-eyed girl. But what I remember even more than that was the hot and steamy make out session that followed in my car! I just couldn't keep her off me! She was like a wild animal! Okay, that last part I made up but a guy can dream, can't he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-2057123070808226849?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/2057123070808226849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=2057123070808226849&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2057123070808226849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2057123070808226849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-times.html' title='Good Times!'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-7474747427847811694</id><published>2008-03-27T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:46:54.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Priority Number One</title><content type='html'>Are you a good person? Sure, you may say. You don't murder, you don't rape, you're honest most of the time. Thats probably good enough to get you into Heaven after you die. After all, Hell is only for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;bad people and you're not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bad, right? Or is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have you ever told a lie? Have you ever stolen anything, even as a child? Have you ever hurt someone or even thought about hurting someone? Have you ever said a bad word? If you answered yes to any of those questions, you are guilty of sin according to God's law given to humanity in the Bible. Lying, stealing, hurting someone, etc. are all sins. In Romans 6:23 the Bible says that the wages of sin is death. It does not say that wages for sinning a lot is death. It says sin, period. So any sin you commit is payable by death. So according to God's law and word, the Holy Bible, the only payment option you have for any and all sins you have committed is death. There's just no way around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, however, made a way for us sinners to spend eternity in Heaven at his side. God sent his perfect and only son, Jesus Christ, to pay for our sins with his death. When God said that the wages of sin is death, Jesus stepped into our place and essentially said, "I'll accept those wages." God volunteered Jesus to die, paying for all the sins we have committed and will ever commit.  The price has been paid. Jesus bought you a one way ticket to Heaven. All you have to do is accept it. It really is that easy. Don't try to rationalize it, analyze it, or break it down. The love Jesus has for us unfathomable. Just accept Jesus Christ as your Savior today and let Him sort out the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-7474747427847811694?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/7474747427847811694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=7474747427847811694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/7474747427847811694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/7474747427847811694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/03/priority-number-one.html' title='Priority Number One'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-2210062694082322519</id><published>2008-03-20T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:11:36.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>The last few days I've been thinking a lot. This usually gets me in trouble, but against my better judgment I kept it up. I started thinking about sin and why I continue to fail to meet God's standard set before the world in His perfect son, Jesus. Thats when I realized that deep in the recess of every heart lies an unspeakable evil.  In the heart of each man, woman, and child lies the same evil that drives thieves to steal, robbers to rob, rapists to rape, and killers to kill. The sin in your hearts that causes you to curse when someone cuts you off in traffic or lie to cover your tail is the same exact sin, the same exact evil, that convinced Hitler to murder millions of Jews and Bundy to brutally slay dozens of young girls. We are born with this evil monster inside our hearts. This blood thirsty beast causes us to be incapable of any genuine love. Left to ourselves, we have proven that we don't need anyone's help to make this world a more terrible place than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a way, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; way, to tame the monster that resides within us.  His name is Jesus Christ.  You see, God is perfect and cannot allow our evil souls to enter His presence without us accepting Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior. When Jesus died on the cross 2000 years ago, He shed his blood, bridging the gap between sinful humanity and the perfect, almighty God.  If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart the God raised him from the dead 3 days after his execution you will be saved!  By doing this you accept the Lord as your Savior. Because of the death of Jesus, we no longer have to pay for our sins with our death.  Jesus paid it for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think about the penalty I deserve to pay and the fact that I don't have to pay that penalty because Christ already paid it blows me away. Jesus died for you and me even though we're the ones who put him on the cross.  We're the ones who beat him mercilessly, spit in his face, pressed the crown of thorns onto his brow, called him names, and mocked him even as he died.  Think about that. Don't you understand the kind of death YOU deserve? You deserve to have your flesh split open, your blood flow like a fountain, and to die the same way Jesus did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two choices: 1) Pay the penalty yourself with an eternity in Hell, or 2) Accept the gift of the death and resurrection of Jesus and allow him to pay the penalty for you. You decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-2210062694082322519?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/2210062694082322519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=2210062694082322519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2210062694082322519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/2210062694082322519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/03/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-1738818537843170241</id><published>2008-03-14T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:34:52.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 2 (go ahead, laugh)</title><content type='html'>So this is the second of hopefully many installments of the Thought Division. As of this moment I estimate that at least 3 people have visited this page. Yes, that number 3 does include myself and my wife (who is somewhat obligated to visit this page) but that point is moot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting here trying to come up with an idea that was more than just amusing to myself, I thought, "Why don't I just rant?" Okay, so this is probably only amusing to myself, but its my second post, what more do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what really knots my knickers? People who think society owes them something. Just because someone the same color as me did something to someone the same color as you over 200 years ago does not mean that I owe you respect, special privileges, or a high five . Anything you want in life has to be earned. You have to get out there, roll up your sleeves, and get dirty before the chips start to fall your way. It may take years, but if you work your hardest you can make a better life for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what makes this country great: Nobodies with nothing can become somebodies with everything. If you are ignorant and stupid enough to want society or the government to give you everything you need or want, be prepared to live a life without freedom. The bottom line is that you need to man-up and make things happen for yourself. Until you do, get comfy waiting for that welfare check in the mail while trying to vote into office the person who promises to give to you what those rich up-tights stole from the "less fortunate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I feel better now. See you next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-1738818537843170241?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/1738818537843170241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=1738818537843170241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/1738818537843170241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/1738818537843170241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/03/number-2-go-ahead-laugh.html' title='Number 2 (go ahead, laugh)'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908442671167124657.post-5061737876426960964</id><published>2008-03-13T20:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:20:31.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>Well here it is, my first post on my first blog ever. This will probably suck way more than anyone thought it possibly could, but in concept it sounds clever and exciting. I guess I'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, I think the title makes this thing sound more thought provoking and in-depth than it will turn out to be, but what can you do? Anyways, the purpose of this thing is for me to write some things down. Amazing, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I'll just go ahead and warn anyone reading this that I am rather biased individual who speaks his mind. With that said, all liberals, tree-huggers, evolutionists, pansies, homosexuals, Muslims, and any other left-wingers I forgot click the little arrow pointing to the left at the top of your web browser now. Is there anyone left? Good. Now for the rest of you who have their head screwed on straight, I hope you enjoy my little blog.&lt;br /&gt;~Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908442671167124657-5061737876426960964?l=thoughtdivision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/feeds/5061737876426960964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5908442671167124657&amp;postID=5061737876426960964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/5061737876426960964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908442671167124657/posts/default/5061737876426960964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-post.html' title='My first post'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897755483900477432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
