<?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-19851170</id><updated>2011-11-16T10:28:53.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Physics Stud</title><subtitle type='html'>For those of you familiar with physics, my name is steve not or steve sub o.  for those of you that arn't physics gurus, its steveo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-7856305363337501617</id><published>2011-09-19T13:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T13:08:09.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>testing, testing, 1, 2, 3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Does any one ever look at this?  I haven't for a long time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-7856305363337501617?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/7856305363337501617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=7856305363337501617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/7856305363337501617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/7856305363337501617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2011/09/testing-testing-1-2-3.html' title='testing, testing, 1, 2, 3...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-9068466114333341313</id><published>2010-11-24T11:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:04:49.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a woman...</title><content type='html'>What would you expect your wife to do when it snows 6 inches, freezing temperatures, wind howling, miserable ?  Maybe make some hot cocoa and cuddle up under a blanket to stay warm?  Who would have thunk I could have married such an excellent woman.  She shoveled the whole driveway, all the way out to the road!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-9068466114333341313?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/9068466114333341313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=9068466114333341313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/9068466114333341313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/9068466114333341313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-woman.html' title='what a woman...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-4848293451992123129</id><published>2009-10-20T20:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:59:34.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My son is the coooolest!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-34483a26d8313d3a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34483a26d8313d3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331399701%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD42BE2F2D28656DFA7E72091CB58E32B9696408.46606A05AFE55AE82FDCD4B782FE783C9E411874%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34483a26d8313d3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCkW-5v0acmq8bpE1bpN_icyDMCg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34483a26d8313d3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331399701%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD42BE2F2D28656DFA7E72091CB58E32B9696408.46606A05AFE55AE82FDCD4B782FE783C9E411874%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34483a26d8313d3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCkW-5v0acmq8bpE1bpN_icyDMCg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't he great!?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-4848293451992123129?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/4848293451992123129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=4848293451992123129&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/4848293451992123129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/4848293451992123129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-son-is-coooolest.html' title='My son is the coooolest!!!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-503342320542467107</id><published>2009-03-16T12:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:34:11.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!</title><content type='html'>Life sure changes fast.  Here it is, March of 2009 (I sure havn't posted for a long time eh?).  This time last year, I thought I was living the dream!!  I had just graduated from college, got a good job, a great girlfriend, a new motorbike...  What more could a guy ask for!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter "change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This march, I've been married six months, We're going to have a baby in 6 more months, and I couldn't be happier!!  Now I AM living the dream!! Thank you, Heidi, for all you do for me.  I love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-503342320542467107?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/503342320542467107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=503342320542467107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/503342320542467107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/503342320542467107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title='WOW!!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-5585197737440805123</id><published>2008-07-01T19:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:34:25.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged and Loving It!!!</title><content type='html'>She's amazing!  And she's beautiful!  And she's the one for me!  Heidi Jean Eastman said "Yes" on Tuesday, June 24 at apprx. 8:54:32 pm.  That is the new best day of my life ever!!  Anywho, if you'd like to see the picture and here the story, I'm gonna send you on over to her blog, cause I don't have the picture, and she already told the story.  Go on over to heidieatschuno.blogspot.com.  Thanks to all for your well wishes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-5585197737440805123?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/5585197737440805123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=5585197737440805123&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/5585197737440805123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/5585197737440805123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2008/07/engaged-and-loving-it.html' title='Engaged and Loving It!!!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-1135760240537402702</id><published>2008-04-19T14:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:06:38.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys</title><content type='html'>So, as you may gather from my last post, I graduated once. along with my graduation came a job. along with the job came my new toys and new experiences. this post is dedicated to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/SApjq8RB1gI/AAAAAAAAACM/FG38ovRRdQY/s1600-h/101_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/SApjq8RB1gI/AAAAAAAAACM/FG38ovRRdQY/s320/101_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191071109881124354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bike is how I consoled myself after selling my 1200 cc cruiser.  I nearly cried!  But, this bike is a good fill in.  Its a 2005 KLR650.  I know, its a kawasaki.  you gotta try something new everynow and then eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/SApjrMRB1hI/AAAAAAAAACU/dMIaCVOSw4A/s1600-h/101_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/SApjrMRB1hI/AAAAAAAAACU/dMIaCVOSw4A/s320/101_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191071114176091666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my new truck, as of today.  I went to an auction looking at a chevy and came back with a ford.  Its a 97 F150 4x4 with the third door.  Don;t even know whats it worth, and I'm kinda afraid to look cause I don't want to find out I got took, but I like it so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/SApjrsRB1iI/AAAAAAAAACc/Q92FZgO46hI/s1600-h/101_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/SApjrsRB1iI/AAAAAAAAACc/Q92FZgO46hI/s320/101_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191071122766026274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the most amazing girl in the world.  She took me to the bahamas last week and this is at the zoo we went too.  It was an amazing trip, but not as amazing as she is.  She's pretty much perfect!  She's hot, smart, has a great personality and she likes me!  What else could I ask for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-1135760240537402702?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/1135760240537402702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=1135760240537402702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/1135760240537402702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/1135760240537402702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2008/04/toys.html' title='Toys'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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/_lUoSWTmkIN4/SApjq8RB1gI/AAAAAAAAACM/FG38ovRRdQY/s72-c/101_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-3695005064899873092</id><published>2008-02-27T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:02:29.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yah!!!</title><content type='html'>...and I graduated!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-3695005064899873092?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/3695005064899873092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=3695005064899873092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/3695005064899873092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/3695005064899873092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-yah.html' title='Oh yah!!!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-980789080229807313</id><published>2008-02-27T19:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:00:51.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My quaterly update</title><content type='html'>well... where to start.  I took the job at INL.  I am the newest Radioassay engineer in idaho!  well, maybe not anymore, but I was 7 weeks ago!  Its been a good job so far.  still lots of training to do.  thats the reason I am out here in Connecticut right now with my two compadres.  Bob, Doug and myself have been here since monday doing training on a piece of equipment that we have but don't know how to use.  Its been fun!  neither are members, so we've spent most nights eating dinner and they drink thy're beer.  tonight we ate at the bar in the hotel and I was able to talk to a man from boston about the church.  He claims I'm the 2nd member he's ever met.  I guess theres something about a 2o something year old sitting at a bar that drinks 6 waters!  Anywho, it was a good chat.  Mission work is pretty cool.  The one feller I work with has never said muh about the church.  He's originally from IF and grew up around mormons, but has never mentioned it to me.  the other feller is from washington and loves how he can put the missionaries to work and they don't even charge him!  They're both good fellers.  Anywho, Still loving heidi.  She'sa darn good girl!!  Sometimes I wonder why I deserve her!  She woke up at 3:30 am and made me biscuits and gravy for breakfast valentines morning before I left for work.  Isn't that great!  My favorite!!  Anywho, shes currently teachcing at the college and loves it.  she recently applied for a full time job starting in the fall.  She's got a few travel plans already for the summer.  She's my favorite, but my motorbike life is my second favorite.  I have been shopping around pretty heavily for a Dual sport, preferrably  650 or bigger.  my search took me to boise last weekend, but I was severly disappointed.  Anyone, let me know if you ever see one for sale for a reasonable price!  The litlebike that I rebuilt late last year is running like a champ!  Well, its the middle of winter, so I haavn't started it for a while, but I'm sure that it will run like a champ!  Anywho, thats about it for me!  Tango Pethos Buenos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-980789080229807313?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/980789080229807313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=980789080229807313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/980789080229807313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/980789080229807313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-quaterly-update.html' title='My quaterly update'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-4841323713549527678</id><published>2007-11-04T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:14:06.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooo, I have a couple minutes before church starts, so I thought I'd write up here real quick.  sorry if I make alot of spelling mistakes!  I only have 10 mintues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quick update.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my last semester of school!  I'm working for the school driving bus.  I just had a job interview at INL in Idaho Falls.  I just got back form Logan and Salt Lake visiting Heidi and granny and grandpappy.  It was Isaacs and Elizas birthdays this last week.  It was halloween adn I dressed up as bacon and my roommate dressed up as an egg.  Its fast sunday and I'm a little bit hungry.  I ripped my little motorbike bike apart and took it into the shop to get bored out.  Its supposed to be done tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all that I can think of!  Well, talk at you later!&lt;br /&gt;steveo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-4841323713549527678?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/4841323713549527678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=4841323713549527678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/4841323713549527678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/4841323713549527678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2007/11/soooo-i-have-couple-minutes-before.html' title=''/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-6287177877964528953</id><published>2007-07-15T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:11:40.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The summer time woes...</title><content type='html'>What a summer its been!!  I'm here in Washington, and its been a long time since I've written.  That doesn't make sense since I'm bored a lot.  I live in my brothers basement and work for my brothers boss.  I ride my brothers motorbike and hang out with my brothers kids.  I'm even my brothers assistant in the scouting program!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work this summer, we completed one job, at the spring valley site.  Last year we built a mile stretch of paved road and a mile of unpaved road.  this year the excitement out there was a fire so big that I thought we were either going to kill our selves or anyone else that lived close by.  we were burning slash piles and it got a little out of control.  3 months later we're still having fires flare up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Spring Valley is done, we've moved the job site to Arizona Lane, a 750 foot stretch of road ended by a cul-de-sac.  This has been kind of fun in that I have been the chief surveyor.  We hired a full on surveyor, but being as he is 75 and not in touch with reality, I have resurveyed the whole road with a tape measure and a laser level.  been pretty fun!!  We just found out about a week ago that a lay off is imminent.  Come the end of the month, we're out of jobs.  Oh well!!  I guess I have to go back to my Heidi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi is doing great!  I have seen her without fail every other week.  She is in island park working for the department of fish and game.  She helps her ma out at night and stays pretty darn busy!  she's the young single adult leader, so that takes her time on Mondays and Thursdays, and she's the young womens camp specialist, so that takes her time on Tuesdays.  To top that off, I'm there or she's here everything other weekend, so she doesn't have much time to have a social life there in island park.  Plus she can't walk fast cause her knee is about twice its size.  I'll let her tell you that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family seems to be doing good.  Dad has been retired now for almost a year and he is loving it!  He's in Arizona right now working for some other company.  Who knows what he's doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going to be exciting!  I'm taking a not too difficult semester.  I have all my classes on MWF so I can have Tues and Thurs off to work or play.  I guess I should work once the semester begins since I don't have a job now, but rock climbing sounds so much more exciting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats how my summer has been!  Thanks for looking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steveo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  I haven't shaved since the week before finals, the first part of April!  Its looking pretty good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-6287177877964528953?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/6287177877964528953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=6287177877964528953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/6287177877964528953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/6287177877964528953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-time-woes.html' title='The summer time woes...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-5302926122943808772</id><published>2007-05-13T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T14:50:17.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my ma...</title><content type='html'>Happy mothers day ma!  You are such a blessing in my life.  You have always been there for me, even sometimes when I didn't think I wanted your help.  You have always supported me in everything I've done, even when I shouldn't have been doing what I was.  You have been a great example of selflessness to me.  You have shown me how to live and love.  Thank you for all that you have done for me.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Steven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-5302926122943808772?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/5302926122943808772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=5302926122943808772&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/5302926122943808772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/5302926122943808772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-my-ma.html' title='To my ma...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-3946800027510909718</id><published>2007-04-18T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:06:38.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...  I bought me  pickmeuptruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rib1-p73XwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dUKDzKtPONk/s1600-h/DSCN3080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rib1-p73XwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dUKDzKtPONk/s320/DSCN3080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054998088527601410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rib1-573XxI/AAAAAAAAACE/OBfOuvgTL7Q/s1600-h/DSCN3085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rib1-573XxI/AAAAAAAAACE/OBfOuvgTL7Q/s320/DSCN3085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054998092822568722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Its nothing fancy.  It was only $350.  I'll let you decide if it was worth it.  I think I can make a little bit off it.  And besides that, its alot more styling than blue dart, so I'll drive it in the mean time.  Anywho, heres some pictures of it. PS  yep, thats a sun roof.  It doesn't even leak!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-3946800027510909718?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/3946800027510909718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=3946800027510909718&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/3946800027510909718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/3946800027510909718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-i-bought-me-pickmeuptruck.html' title='So...  I bought me  pickmeuptruck'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rib1-p73XwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dUKDzKtPONk/s72-c/DSCN3080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-1113738615047572588</id><published>2007-04-18T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:06:39.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rib0xp73XtI/AAAAAAAAABk/AwiZtBHbaDA/s1600-h/DSCN2995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rib0xp73XtI/AAAAAAAAABk/AwiZtBHbaDA/s320/DSCN2995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054996765677674194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rib0yJ73XuI/AAAAAAAAABs/tWSYpM4kIoU/s1600-h/HPIM0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rib0yJ73XuI/AAAAAAAAABs/tWSYpM4kIoU/s320/HPIM0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054996774267608802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rib0yZ73XvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JXMkb8zIDpA/s1600-h/IMG_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rib0yZ73XvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JXMkb8zIDpA/s320/IMG_1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054996778562576114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG LIVE MOAB '07!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-1113738615047572588?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/1113738615047572588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=1113738615047572588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/1113738615047572588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/1113738615047572588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-live-moab-07.html' title=''/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rib0xp73XtI/AAAAAAAAABk/AwiZtBHbaDA/s72-c/DSCN2995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-1727940683632606522</id><published>2007-03-28T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:08:30.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I rode a castrated bull!</title><content type='html'>Its true!!  I stayed on for a total of 6.8 ish seconds!! It was pretty much the best day of my life, except for that one day eleven months ago today.  Heidi, you know what I'm talking about, don't you?  We watched the Burbs together at Aarons house, you lost your voice...  Anywho, back to the bull ride!!  Wow!!! Ma and Pa came down, Heidi came up, Me and Tom rode, and it was fun.  Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to follow on ma and pas blog, right?&lt;br /&gt;www.tnt-tnt.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-1727940683632606522?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/1727940683632606522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=1727940683632606522&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/1727940683632606522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/1727940683632606522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-rode-castrated-bull.html' title='I rode a castrated bull!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-6195437795747451222</id><published>2007-02-28T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:06:39.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/ReYUw8o20PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UUhFUqxbs-Y/s1600-h/0208071207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036736064404246770" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="208" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/ReYUw8o20PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UUhFUqxbs-Y/s320/0208071207.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/ReYU5co20QI/AAAAAAAAABE/xd36kNGW4-8/s1600-h/0208071207b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036736210433134850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/ReYU5co20QI/AAAAAAAAABE/xd36kNGW4-8/s320/0208071207b.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happens when you get bored in physics lab?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/19851170-6195437795747451222?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/6195437795747451222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=6195437795747451222&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/6195437795747451222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/6195437795747451222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2007/02/turkey-face.html' title='Turkey Face'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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/_lUoSWTmkIN4/ReYUw8o20PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UUhFUqxbs-Y/s72-c/0208071207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-4344342696990495240</id><published>2007-02-19T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:06:40.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rdnr-ZKEj7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Lk98pBfhgYA/s1600-h/lce_template_02_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033313515700785074" style="WIDTH: 681px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="55" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rdnr-ZKEj7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Lk98pBfhgYA/s320/lce_template_02_01.jpg" width="681" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has polka dots all over, lots of carbs and an item from every food group? A Monkey Butt Pizza!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-4344342696990495240?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/4344342696990495240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=4344342696990495240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/4344342696990495240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/4344342696990495240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2007/02/monkey-butt.html' title='Monkey Butt'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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/_lUoSWTmkIN4/Rdnr-ZKEj7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Lk98pBfhgYA/s72-c/lce_template_02_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-7353247308482054133</id><published>2007-02-15T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:06:40.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Woman Of My Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/RdYtCJKEj6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tKDWA7n9A7s/s1600-h/Photo%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032259148474257314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/RdYtCJKEj6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tKDWA7n9A7s/s320/Photo%25203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUoSWTmkIN4/RdYsGpKEj5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/2cQBUOo84eU/s1600-h/Photo%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Heidi... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he woman I love is so amazing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's honorable and true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She loves all those around her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And she helps me obey curfew.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rad school is a better place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that Heidi's there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is so very pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the guys just stop and stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he even has a student&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That would really like to date her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I know that I don't have to worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because our love is sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;feel like the luckiest man alive &lt;/div&gt;Every time I see my love.&lt;br /&gt;I see her on most weekends,&lt;br /&gt;Its a blessing from above.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;alentines was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't do too much.&lt;br /&gt;I thought alot about my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And wished that we could touch.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he loves me lots and I love her&lt;/div&gt;And we don't eat much curry.&lt;br /&gt;Because our love is true,&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Late Valentines day, Babe! I love you!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-7353247308482054133?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/7353247308482054133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=7353247308482054133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/7353247308482054133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/7353247308482054133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-woman-of-my-dreams.html' title='To The Woman Of My Dreams'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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/_lUoSWTmkIN4/RdYtCJKEj6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tKDWA7n9A7s/s72-c/Photo%25203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-117081955128904944</id><published>2007-02-06T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:39:11.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Shotgun</title><content type='html'>This is the guy I bought my gun from.  I bought the last one he demonstrates.  Check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glumbert.com/media/carshoot"&gt;http://www.glumbert.com/media/carshoot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-117081955128904944?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/117081955128904944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=117081955128904944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/117081955128904944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/117081955128904944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-shotgun.html' title='The New Shotgun'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-116848192772094817</id><published>2007-01-10T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:50:47.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refelctions</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile and I really don't have too much to say. I got to teach a Sunday School lesson a few days ago. I love the New Testament and I'm excited to be able to teach it this semester. I mostly love the Pauline Epistles. I love how Paul can explain the doctrines of the church so bluntly. Its great stuff. I started a new journal this week too. My goal is to prepare my sunday school lessons in the journal so that I write in my journal at least once a week. Is that legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, life is going pretty darn good otherwise. Christmas was great. Heidi and I had a great time at Doug's in Spokane and at the Hungry Bear in Island Park. I think Chuqui enjoyed chewing on my boots whenever I walked by. Talk about a good way to trip somebody. Just train your attack dog to chew on everyones shoes as they're walking by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going good too! I'm only taking 12 credits this semester, and its my last one!! I hope I can pass all my classes. I've been able to stay up on everything so far, but I'm sure it will get tougher. Well, see you later!&lt;br /&gt;Steveo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-116848192772094817?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/116848192772094817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=116848192772094817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/116848192772094817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/116848192772094817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2007/01/refelctions.html' title='Refelctions'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-116485138835259162</id><published>2006-11-29T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:49:48.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best kiss ever.  (this is for you, Heidi.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3760/1973/1600/122271/Heidi"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3760/1973/320/223214/Heidi%27s%20Camera%2C%20August%20-%20October%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-116485138835259162?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/116485138835259162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=116485138835259162&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/116485138835259162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/116485138835259162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-kiss-ever-this-is-for-you-heidi.html' title='The best kiss ever.  (this is for you, Heidi.)'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-115854884844942168</id><published>2006-09-17T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:07:28.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best night of my life</title><content type='html'>Last night at the demo derby with my heidi, pictures soon to follow.  we made it to the fianls due to Aarons superb driving capabilities, but we stalled in the finals and couldn't get it going again.  i Think the car will ride again.  the engine is still great but it will need a new radiator.  There was some darn good hits!!!  Definitely will do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-115854884844942168?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/115854884844942168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=115854884844942168&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115854884844942168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115854884844942168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-night-of-my-life.html' title='The best night of my life'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-115826760338704520</id><published>2006-09-14T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:00:03.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress and stuff</title><content type='html'>School is stressful.  I could end there and that would probably be enough for today, but I'll say a little more.  I like school and all.  I have quite a bit left.  I don't know for sure what I'm gonna do with it all when I graduate, but I'm sure I'll have fun at it, whatever it is.  I just don't seem to make the necessary time for the homework.  This summer I had that pleasure of waking up every morning at 5 and I was fine all day.  sure, I was tired, but I wasn't going to sleep on the bull dozer or anything.  ok, there was that one time...  Now I go to class after waking up at 6:30 and I can't stay awake!  I don't get it.  Now Heidi, I'm not complaining about us talking on the phone, cause we did that even when I was in washington. I enjoyed it then and I still enjoy it now.  I just don't get why I can't wake up!  Maybe thinking about math and physics is more draining than thinking about how I can avoid hitting pick ups while I'm in the dump truck.  Note to self - Never do that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-115826760338704520?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/115826760338704520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=115826760338704520&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115826760338704520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115826760338704520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/09/stress-and-stuff.html' title='Stress and stuff'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-115630711846000652</id><published>2006-08-22T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:25:44.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The winds of change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/IMG_1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/IMG_1398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/IMG_1389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/IMG_1389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/IMG_1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/IMG_1400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 9 days I return to Rexburg. With returning to rexburg, I get the opportunity to cut my hair and shave my beard. You saw my hair in the last picture, so heres a picture of what I did today. This is the intermediary step to my college haircut. I'm going to a demolition derby, AKA mullet fest this weekend, and I figured I ought to look the part. Anywho, let me tell you about the other pictures. The first is the most amazing girl ever in all the land. Heidi came up to canada this weekend and it was so great to see her. today its her birthday!! the last picture is my truck. it left me this week. I sold it. I miss it already, but I'm riding the little motorbike now, and its fun too. I'm sure I'll survive. I think I'm gonna start counting days by how long till I get to see heidi again. I get to see her in 9 or 10 days. No, I guess that won't work. Both our schedules are so sporatic that we never know when we're gonna see each other. anywho, lifes great!! talk at you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-115630711846000652?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/115630711846000652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=115630711846000652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115630711846000652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115630711846000652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/08/winds-of-change.html' title='The winds of change'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-115518313639106765</id><published>2006-08-09T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:12:16.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plugged Arteries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/IMG_1569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/IMG_1569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one time, at band camp... (thats for you brooke!) So, you might think this picture is just a typical glass of milk. You might notice that its even chocolate. You might even notice my pale face, evidence of poor circulation due to blockage in an artery. See, this is no typical glass of chocolate milk. This a glass of chocolate half and half. Not only was it made with half and half, but it was made with expired half and half. what better way to end the day. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-115518313639106765?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/115518313639106765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=115518313639106765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115518313639106765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115518313639106765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/08/plugged-arteries.html' title='Plugged Arteries'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-115406233871594802</id><published>2006-07-27T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:52:18.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear diarrhea... I mean diary</title><content type='html'>I havn't written in you for quite some time!!  Today has been one ofthose days.  It was good, but soooo hot.  Today at work I pulled the plug on an air tank under one of the trucks, and the condensation that came out mixed with oil looked like a big ole pile of diarrhea.  I didn't even know how to spell that word until like two minutes ago.  Today I put a transmission in a dump truck, hauled dirt with the dump truck, hauled water with the 1967 peterbuilt semi, rolled the road, layed out plots, fixed the water pump that fills the water truck, and that about covers the working day.  After work I road the bike to snadpoint and got me a new pair of work pants for 2.99 at a thrift shop.  Then I got parts for the pump, and then I took the furbies out for ice cream.  isaac wet himself in the carseat (sick), and kade just didn't seem to want any ice cream.  I got the pump running better, and now here I sit writing on my blog, cause I havn't done it forever.  I really don't have much to say.  I could tell you about heidi!  Theres this girl that I quite like, or maybe more than like.  She called me just to say good night tonight.  Want to hear what her text said that she sent me tonight? Maybe another time.  I went out and saw her last week.  it was fun.  I dind't get to see her awhole lot, cause she works alot.  I worked a little with her at the store so I could at least spend some time with her.  We spent all day sunday together before I drove back.  I probably won't get to see her for a while now.  she goes to school on the 23 of august and I won't get back to school till the 1sty of september.  Maybe I can zip down and see her that first weekend.  I don't know.  I'd like to see her every day, but I can't.  I've travelled too much this summer.  I've been on lots of road trips.  I went up to canada a few times, to rexburg many times, and thats about it.  We did a motorbike trip to colville and then down to spokane.  that was lots of fun.  all my other road trips have been solo.  I've only been to utah once!  I feel like I've neglected that state this summer.  Oh well.  anywho, hope this wasn't to boring for all you 4 faithful readers.  Yep, mom, dad, brooke and angela, hope you all are doing well! Ma and Pa, I reckon I'll see you in a few weeks on my next and final road trip of the summer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-115406233871594802?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/115406233871594802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=115406233871594802&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115406233871594802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115406233871594802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-diarrhea-i-mean-diary.html' title='Dear diarrhea... I mean diary'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-115246168940375588</id><published>2006-07-09T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T09:14:49.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trip (DA Da da)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/IMG_1270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/IMG_1270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/IMG_1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/IMG_1238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/IMG_1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/IMG_1275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/IMG_1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/IMG_1244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thei highlights of my trip...  Yep, the sign was real.  isn't that great?  The bike picture is my tribute to the bike that carries my fat hinge across the country.  The one of the beautiful girl and the nasty guy with the gross beard is a picture of Heidi and me.  Doesn't she look great?  She doesn't seem to like it when I try to take pictures of her, but this one turned out pretty good.  The last picture is in Glacier National park.  I came up over the going to the sun road at night and camped close to the canadian border.  I thought I oughta take a picture before I left the park.  All in all, it was a great trip.  I rode proabbly 1500 miles with all the side trips included, and I got to spend alot of time with the most amazing girl ever.  I'm a pretty big dork, so I figured out that out of the 55 hours that I was there, we were together for 41.5 of em.  Not too bad eh?  Anywho, y'all be good and stuff eh?  Happy sunday to ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-115246168940375588?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/115246168940375588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=115246168940375588&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115246168940375588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115246168940375588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/07/trip-da-da-da.html' title='The trip (DA Da da)'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-115155844732744712</id><published>2006-06-28T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:20:47.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trips and stuff</title><content type='html'>I enjoy motorbikes.  I enjoy road trips.  I enjoy road trips on motorbikes.  Tomorrow, I'm setting out on my longest one yet.  It should be about 1396.2 miles.  I'll start here in newport WA.  I'm going to camp out in Glacier national park with my aunt and her man friend, then I'm gonna get my teeth capped in Raymond AB, then its down to Island Park ID to see the woman of my dreams.  Have I told y'all about her?  Shes pretty darn great.  I hope to make it in down there in time for church.  I'll spend a couple of days with her, and then its back to work in Newport on Wednesday morning at 6.  Oh what fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-115155844732744712?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/115155844732744712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=115155844732744712&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115155844732744712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115155844732744712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/06/trips-and-stuff.html' title='Trips and stuff'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-115103891892614703</id><published>2006-06-22T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:01:58.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Katie...</title><content type='html'>Don't worry, the dirt's coming.  What kind of dirt do you want? Just let me know, and I'll tell ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-115103891892614703?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/115103891892614703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=115103891892614703&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115103891892614703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115103891892614703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-katie_22.html' title='Dear Katie...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-115034665175304170</id><published>2006-06-14T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:44:11.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Sin</title><content type='html'>Y'all know the worst part about Idaho?  No 7-11's!!  Its apalling!!  But, the best part about Washingotn is I live about an hour away from one!  NIce eh?  It was pretty much the best day of my life when I found that out last week.  Back in the rexburg days, I had to drive to utah if I wanted to experince the divinity of a true slurpee.  Now, its a short jaunt away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-115034665175304170?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/115034665175304170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=115034665175304170&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115034665175304170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115034665175304170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-favorite-sin.html' title='My Favorite Sin'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-115022981699206568</id><published>2006-06-13T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:16:57.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed</title><content type='html'>Hey ma, I think I got rid of that word verification thingy for ya.  does that make you fell happy?  Yipee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-115022981699206568?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115022981699206568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/115022981699206568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/06/fixed.html' title='Fixed'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-114982681378190912</id><published>2006-06-08T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:20:13.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week gone by</title><content type='html'>Doug just farted in my face and walked out of the room.  What is he teaching his kids!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work week is great.  I wake up at 5:20, go to work by 6, I'm done by 4 and then I go to bed at 9:30 ish.  I enjoy it.  The best part is I have Friday - Sunday off, which means that I can leave thursday on my road trips and have a nice three and a half day weekend.  I don't know how much longer thats going to last, all the road trips I mean.  Job number two might enter the picture tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been recruited by the summer sales guys on campus?  They're everywhere!  All the time with promises of "80,00 - 120,00 dollars for first year reps!"  I've always been kind of leary of them.  Tomorrow I'm meeting with the boss of the spokane office.  I figure if I'm not doing anything with my nights, then why not?  Another beneift, even if I don't make any money, is that I don't get to deal with people at all during my day job.  Doing sales would give me the chance to get out and meet people.  I don't know.  Anyone have any advice or anything?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if they'll hire me.  They want people to give them their whole life.  The typical salesman gets two days off for the summer and works from like 10-9 monday-saturday.  I'm hoping to just do weekday evenings and maybe every other weekend.  I'll let you know how it goes.  lots to do tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114982681378190912?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114982681378190912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114982681378190912&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114982681378190912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114982681378190912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-week-gone-by_08.html' title='Another week gone by'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114860663098926946</id><published>2006-05-25T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:23:51.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time of her life...</title><content type='html'>10:34&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114860663098926946?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114860663098926946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114860663098926946&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114860663098926946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114860663098926946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-of-her-life.html' title='The time of her life...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-114818699780780458</id><published>2006-05-20T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:49:57.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sunblock Saved My Life</title><content type='html'>It didn't.  But it sure helped!!!&lt;br /&gt;Steve, I had so much fun at Lagoon!!&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114818699780780458?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114818699780780458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114818699780780458&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114818699780780458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114818699780780458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-sunblock-saved-my-life.html' title='How Sunblock Saved My Life'/><author><name>Brookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342791573612705085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W48WIeQhNu8/SyUzOvcfLpI/AAAAAAAAABY/VAr2zHO2fTU/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-114775456908795373</id><published>2006-05-15T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:42:49.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It takes a big man to cry.  It takes an even bigger man to laugh at that man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114775456908795373?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114775456908795373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114775456908795373&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114775456908795373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114775456908795373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-takes-big-man-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114775440436209615</id><published>2006-05-15T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:40:04.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical journal entry...</title><content type='html'>I write in my journal two or three times a year.  It usually begins with something to the effect of this.  "So, theres this girl..." I feel sorry for my poor kids and grandkids who will read it someday and think, "what was Great Grandpa Steveo thinking?!  He sure was a dork!"  And so it begins.  Theres this girl.  I've written about her before (refer to the valentines day post, and an other one somewhere around there.  I think it was titled "What a woman!").  She's amazing!  She's the reason I went to Rexburg last weekend.  Ya, I had to take the trailer back, or at least it made for a good excuse.  Anywho, thats about the gist of the excitement in my life right now.  I sat on the loader for about eleven hours today.  Didn't even break it!!  Well, I did, but it wasn't bad enough that I had to fix it.  Till next time, stay good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114775440436209615?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114775440436209615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114775440436209615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114775440436209615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114775440436209615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/05/typical-journal-entry.html' title='A typical journal entry...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114713926542887775</id><published>2006-05-08T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:47:45.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A brief view into the summer life of a physics stud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/IMG_1480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/IMG_1480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, this is about as exciting as my life gets right now. I wake up at 5:20 ish and I head to the site. I fuel up the loader and then I use it. The instructions that accompanied it are these "slow down before you shift gears. You'll get the hang of it." Oh and they said "try to keep the pit level." After about 50 hours on the machine, I think I have go the hang of it. At least I can take cat naps while I work. In other words, it sure doesn't use much brain power. It gives me a chance to relax though and think about physics. Today I figured out cold fusion. Tomorrow I'll probably figure out the true nature of black holes. I guess I can't do it all in one day eh? Anywho, next time I'll show you a picture of the D-8 and tell you the instructions that came with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114713926542887775?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114713926542887775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114713926542887775&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114713926542887775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114713926542887775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/05/brief-view-into-summer-life-of-physics.html' title='A brief view into the summer life of a physics stud'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114671633449158875</id><published>2006-05-03T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:18:54.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My grades weren't the best, but they were better than what I'd hoped for.  I'm not complaining at all!  Even though my grades were ok, sometiems I'm a total idiot.  I'll go into it nmore later.  Hope everyone is having a great summer!!  My summer is exhausting so far.  Once I get over this cold, I'll be doing better I'm sure.  G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114671633449158875?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114671633449158875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114671633449158875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114671633449158875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114671633449158875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-grades-werent-best-but-they-were.html' title=''/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114671620384713010</id><published>2006-05-03T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:16:43.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Ma!!  No C's!!!!</title><content type='html'>CS 144           INTRO PROGRAM                 B-&lt;br /&gt;GS 108A       TUT TRAIN:GEN                    A&lt;br /&gt;MATH 371    INTRO TO ODES                    B-&lt;br /&gt;PH 309          MOD PHYSICS                        A-&lt;br /&gt;PH 314          HIS/PHILO SCI                       B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114671620384713010?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114671620384713010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114671620384713010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114671620384713010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114671620384713010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-ma-no-cs.html' title='Look Ma!!  No C&apos;s!!!!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114593800543683852</id><published>2006-04-24T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:06:45.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The art (sport?) of stuffing...</title><content type='html'>After our fiasco in the elevator yesterday, (Officer Skinner was very nice to us), we decided it might be safer to stuff the local taco bell and stuff ourselves while we were at it.  This evening, at approximatley 8:30 p.m. we had 75-80 people at the 55 seater taco bell.  It was freakin awesome!!  We sang happy birthday to people we didn't know, we ate, we met new people, we had a grand ole time.  I don't think they'll let us back in the elevator for a while, but at least we havn't worn out our welcome at Taco Bell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114593800543683852?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114593800543683852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114593800543683852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114593800543683852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114593800543683852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/04/art-sport-of-stuffing.html' title='The art (sport?) of stuffing...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114565485467086436</id><published>2006-04-21T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:27:34.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Sooo, I got a job!!  Amen!  I'm gonna be living and working in newport washington, just norht of Spokane.  I'll be driving heavy equipment and clearing land for to put houses on.  I'm really excited!!  I borrowed a trailer so I can take all three bikes out, and hopefully, I'll be able to sell one while I'm there, maybe even two.  Anywho, summer is working itself out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114565485467086436?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114565485467086436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114565485467086436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114565485467086436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114565485467086436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-114564336466467870</id><published>2006-04-21T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:16:04.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Who was the person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll pull on those dangly things and drink whatever comes out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Steve, this one's for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What do you get when you play a country song backwards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You get your job back, your girlfriend back, your life back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;~Love you much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114564336466467870?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114564336466467870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114564336466467870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114564336466467870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114564336466467870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-was-person-to-look-at-cow-and-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Brookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342791573612705085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W48WIeQhNu8/SyUzOvcfLpI/AAAAAAAAABY/VAr2zHO2fTU/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-114537943325324649</id><published>2006-04-18T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T09:57:13.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The update</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  I don't have a job, I don't have a life, I don't have a girlfriend.  thats the update.  not much has changed eh?  but I heard a funny joke.  How does a mathmetician solve his constipation problem?  he works it out with a pencil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114537943325324649?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114537943325324649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114537943325324649&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114537943325324649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114537943325324649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/04/update.html' title='The update'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114486778589465840</id><published>2006-04-12T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:49:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Nadine (Jan 12, 1955 - Apr 11, 2006)</title><content type='html'>As a misisonary, I learned how important death is in the plan of salvation.  Joseph Fielding Smith said this&lt;br /&gt;"Death is just as important in the welfare of man as is birth.  There is no greater blessing that can come than the blessing of birth. ...Who would like to live forever in this mundane world filled with pain, decay, sorrow, and tribulation, and grow old and infirm and yet have to remain with all the vicissitudes of mortality?  I think all of us would come to the conclusion, if that proposition were placed before us, that we would not like to have it.  We would reject it.  We would not want life of that nature.  Life here in this world is short of necessity, and yet all that is required may be accomplished, but death is just as important as birth is.  We have to die - it is essential- and death comes into the world to fulfill the merciful plan of the great creator."&lt;br /&gt;Nadine was an amazing women and she will be missed be all who knew her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114486778589465840?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114486778589465840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114486778589465840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114486778589465840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114486778589465840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/04/tribute-to-nadine-jan-12-1955-apr-11.html' title='A Tribute to Nadine (Jan 12, 1955 - Apr 11, 2006)'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114480466793150467</id><published>2006-04-11T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:17:47.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/easter_bunnies112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/easter_bunnies112.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/19851170-114480466793150467?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114480466793150467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114480466793150467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114480466793150467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114480466793150467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-114473464553375163</id><published>2006-04-10T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:50:45.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y'all are lame!!  HOw come you never write anymore?  Brooke, I'm sorry I'm so lame.  I never wrote you back.  I will, I promise.   anywho, I just wanted to let every that hasn't posted in the last week to know that you're lame.  amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114473464553375163?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114473464553375163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114473464553375163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114473464553375163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114473464553375163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/04/yall-are-lame-how-come-you-never-write.html' title=''/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-114460780961871026</id><published>2006-04-09T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T11:36:49.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gist of My Talk</title><content type='html'>As I sat at the monster truck rally last night, I thought to my self, "how can I tie this in to my talk?" I was looking for some deep gospel parrallel, buuuuuuuut I couldn’t find one. The monster truck rally sure was good though!&lt;br /&gt;     Bishop asked me to speak on an aspect of Christ’s life and ministry, as it is Easter this coming week. I have always been interested by how little we know about the Youth of Christ, so I’ve decided to speak on what we do know of his childhood, and how we can apply it to us. But before we do that, I want to briefly talk about why its so important the we study the life of the savior and apply it to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;     Jesus Christ is our exemplar. To give you a little bit of background before I read this scripture, 3 Nephi 27:21-22 is Christ speaking to the Nephites at the time he came to them following his resurrection. In this chapter, Christ teaches first teaches them about his Gospel, then commands them to obey it, and then tells them how they will be blessed for so doing. Again, this is verses 21 and 22. "Verily, verily I say unto you, this is my gospel and ye know the things which ye must do in my church; for the works which you have seen me do that shall ye also do; for that which ye have seen me do even that shall ye do."&lt;br /&gt;     "Therefore if ye do these things blessed are ye, for ye shall be lifted up at the last day."&lt;br /&gt;     Christ, as our savior set a perfect example for us to follow. We as members of the church have made covenants through baptism that we will take his name upon us and always do his will. We have covenanted to follow his perfect example. We need to heed his teachings, follow his example, and try to be like him.&lt;br /&gt;    I’d like to change gears now and talk about what kind of commandments he’s given us and what we can learn from the few words we have of his childhood. One of the greatest commandments Christ gave was given to us in the Sermon on the Mount. This commandment might seem impossible at times. "Be ye therefore perfect, even as your father which is in heaven is perfect." How many times have we been discouraged by our imperfections, by our sins and our shortcomings. I know I have nearly every day! Life isn’t easy. We come here with the purpose of learning and growing through our trials and tribulations. That is the key though. We DO learn and grow through each and every trial we face. Here’s a little story to better illustrate this point.&lt;br /&gt;     Just as we go through trials that teach and test and build us up, Christ, our perfect example, had to go through trials. I’d like to read a little bit out of Jesus The Christ, by James E. Talmage. "He came among men to experience all the natural conditions of mortality; he was born as truly a dependent, helpless babe as is any other child; his infancy was in all common features as the infancy of others; his boyhood was actual boyhood, his development was as necessary and as real as that of all children. The child grew, and with growth there came to him expansion of mind, development of faculties, and progression in power and understanding. His advancement was from one grace to another, not from gracelessness to grace; from good to greater, not from evil to good, from favor with God to greater favor, not from estrangement because of sin to reconciliation through repentance and propitiation."&lt;br /&gt;     One of the few scriptures we have on his childhood is also one of my favorite. In Luke 2:52, we have the scriptures that are made famous every Christmas time. The very last verse of the chapter is this. "And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man." A short verse, but it meshes so well with what Talmage said of Christ. As he learned and grew, Christ was able to increase his wisdom, his stature and his standing before God and man just as we are supposed to. Christ truly was a perfect example for us in all aspects of his life. A few more scriptures that deal with Christ and his progression in his youth are found in Hebrews 5:8-9, Doctrine and Covenants 93:13, and Luke 2:40. I’m not going to take the time to read them now, but I’d like to use what we’ve learned so far to relate back to the reference I made earlier to the sermon on the mount. Christ made it possible for us to return to live with our father in heaven. Through his Great and atoning sacrifice, we can become clean form our sins and return to live with him and our father again. The master showed us how to live by leading a sin free life, filled with teachings that if we follow, will lead us back to him. In Matthew 5:48, we have the commandment to be perfect. This seems impossible at times, but again, Christ’s perfect example taught us the only way that we can do this. In 3 Nephi 12:48, Christ had this to say, and I want you to look for the difference between this and the Matthew account. "I would that ye should be perfect even as I or your father who art in heaven is perfect."&lt;br /&gt;     The only difference in the wording is that Christ added himself into this verse. He said that we should be perfect even as he is perfect. That leads us to ask the question, what changed from the time of his ministry among the Jews to his ministry among the Nephites? What changed is that Christ was resurrected. We CAN become perfect, but perfection is a process we need to go through just as Christ did. We learn and grow, just as Christ did, and then, after all of our trials and tribulations, we can become cleansed from sin and overcome death and at that point, we will be perfect. The church is true and the book is blue brothers and sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114460780961871026?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114460780961871026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114460780961871026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114460780961871026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114460780961871026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/04/gist-of-my-talk.html' title='The Gist of My Talk'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114435829236180468</id><published>2006-04-06T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T14:18:12.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Sooooo by my watch, its a couple of important birthdays today.  First of all, our Savior.  Happy birthday to Him!  Second of all, the church.  In honor of these two birthdays, I get to speak in church on sunday.  Any one have any good ideaS?  I kinda have to pick my own topic.  Hmmm, we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114435829236180468?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114435829236180468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114435829236180468&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114435829236180468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114435829236180468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114425368886690947</id><published>2006-04-05T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:14:48.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/Sign12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/400/Sign12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114425368886690947?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114425368886690947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114425368886690947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114425368886690947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114425368886690947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114387260663788974</id><published>2006-03-31T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:23:26.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah and Back</title><content type='html'>...to bed this morning at 1:30, up at 6:30, to utah at 7:00, back at 11:00.  I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114387260663788974?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114387260663788974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114387260663788974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114387260663788974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114387260663788974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/utah-and-back_31.html' title='Utah and Back'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114355507995705763</id><published>2006-03-28T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:11:20.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debatable...</title><content type='html'>I know its debatable, but I figured what the worst feeling in the world is dropping your favorite pen on the bathroom floor and realizing that you're gonna forget and put it back in your mouth with in twenty minutes. Others might say its the feeling you get after eating a "Big Jud," which I did on Friday. That wasn't nearly as bad as when I dropped my pen yesterday. I don't know though. It didn't really taste any different than it did before I dropped it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114355507995705763?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114355507995705763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114355507995705763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114355507995705763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114355507995705763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/debatable.html' title='Debatable...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114341698316481250</id><published>2006-03-26T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:49:43.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest sport and its future</title><content type='html'>We, the students of BYU - Idaho have invented a new intramural sport that is sure to take the campus by storm!  We are perfecting the art of Elevator Stuffing.  The elevator of choice is located in the MC, and has a load capacity of 13 persons.  Today was by far our greatest at a max of 23.  Now, some might say this is quite a feat.  Today, as we all know, was fast Sunday, so we feel that it was great, but 23 people full of breakfast and lunch would be a greater accopmlishment.  We also need to work on packing in tighter.  It was tight, but we can get tighter.  Anyone want to joins us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114341698316481250?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114341698316481250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114341698316481250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114341698316481250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114341698316481250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/newest-sport-and-its-future.html' title='The newest sport and its future'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114322253522521471</id><published>2006-03-24T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:50:10.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell</title><content type='html'>If hell is a place reserved for the vilest of all sinners, then I guess thats where I'm going.  Mom and Dad, sorry I'm a disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114322253522521471?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114322253522521471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114322253522521471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114322253522521471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114322253522521471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/hell.html' title='Hell'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114308898644889084</id><published>2006-03-22T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:43:06.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Times the Charm</title><content type='html'>Sooooo, this one week in my life, I got three tickets.  Talk about the worst week of my life!!  Ma and pa, I never told you about the thrid.  Here's the story of all three for all that don't know it. &lt;br /&gt;Ticket #1:&lt;br /&gt;I received a $25 parking citation for riding my bike to school and parking next to some gomer that parked his car in the designated motorcycle parking.  I was livid!  After appealing the citation, it was upheld and I still need to pay it.  Just to spite them, I egged Parking Services' window.  That made it all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Ticket #2:&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Canada, just outside of Dillon Mt, I got a ticket going 91 in a 75.  The officer was nice enough to write the ticket for 85 in a 75 which dropped the citation to $20, which was payed for by the 'X'. &lt;br /&gt;Ticket #3:&lt;br /&gt;Any one thats ever been to rexburg knows about the sweet train trackos on main street.  If you hit em at about 60, you get the butterflies like no other.  65 will about send you into orbit.  So let me set this up for you. We had just pulled into town on our way home from Canada.  I knew the limit was 35, but I had some new passengers in the car that I thoguht might like to experience the thrill.  I was talking to my bro ont he phone when I announced to the car load to hold on tight.  As I accelerated, I made  sure to look for cops.  Trouble is, rexburg has recently added more SUV's to the police force.  About the time my speedo passed 55 on its way up to 60, I saw the lights.  I immediatley pulled over and immediately received a 62 dollar ticket.&lt;br /&gt;        The reason I bring all this up now, is that in the last week I recieved 100 dollars in tickets.  I also recived no points to my liscense.  How you might ask?  Rexburg has this great city ordinance that if you do a defensive driving course, they will dismiss the ticket.  It costs two dollars less, and takes about an hour of your time.  Did I do it?  Heck yes!!  Just finished!  Anywho, ma and pa, there you go.  ThHats why I want to radar detector, so I can jump the train tracks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114308898644889084?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114308898644889084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114308898644889084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114308898644889084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114308898644889084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/third-times-charm.html' title='Third Times the Charm'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114303579254395414</id><published>2006-03-22T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T06:56:32.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Superstitious, Cowardly ‘Bot</title><content type='html'>A troubling new menace threatens your children, your community, even American democracy itself. Silent except for the occasional voice warning or electronic bleep, this minuscule gray monster prowls our freeways, turnpikes, and thoroughfares at will, cloaking the deeds of miscreants and evildoers from the scrutiny of the authorities. Its name: the Early Warning Laser &amp; Radar Detector.&lt;br /&gt;Sneering at all that is good, the manufacturers try to present this lawless device as mere “auto equipment”. But beyond innocuous functions like warning of road hazards and railroad crossings lies the Early Warning Laser &amp;amp; Radar Detector’s true purpose: to abet the evasion of lawfully-enacted road regulations. Why else would it be equipped to identify multiple bands of radar and laser detection, including the sophisticated Ka-POP band? Why else would it be able to detect the very SPECTRE and VG-2 devices that peace officers use to pinpoint radar cheats? As further proof of its diabolical cunning, the Early Warning detector even alerts its user to the presence of these technologies in a calm, almost human voice – the better to disguise its sinister intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake: there’s a war raging for control of America’s streets today. On one side of the barricades stand the law-abiding forces of decency and propriety; on the other, a malign cabal of desperadoes, felons, derelicts, and malcontents with Early Warning Laser &amp;amp; Radar Detectors clipped to their automobile sun visors. It is a war that may yet be lost. Only the resolute vigilance of an outraged populace can save America. The time has come for each citizen to stand and declare where his loyalties lay: either with the legitimacy and correctness of civil order, or with the nihilism and bedlam of the speed freaks. Which side are you on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114303579254395414?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114303579254395414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114303579254395414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114303579254395414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114303579254395414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/superstitious-cowardly-bot.html' title='A Superstitious, Cowardly ‘Bot'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114281956515268869</id><published>2006-03-19T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:52:45.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy?</title><content type='html'>Well fam, you can start looking for another girl for me.  Y'all remember my high school moto?  Can you remind me of it more often? Like, anytime I'm thinking about dating someone?  You know.  The one that starts out, "Women...."  Remember how every relationship was getting shorter for me by half for a while? 5 months, 2 months, 1 month, and now, minus emily, the track record still stands.  Less than two weeks.  At this rate, it'll be a half dayer in no time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114281956515268869?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114281956515268869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114281956515268869&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114281956515268869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114281956515268869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/crazy.html' title='Crazy?'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114275632317208123</id><published>2006-03-19T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:18:43.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need I Say More?!?!</title><content type='html'>Open mouth, insert foot...  Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114275632317208123?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114275632317208123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114275632317208123&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114275632317208123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114275632317208123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/need-i-say-more.html' title='Need I Say More?!?!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114239375719907439</id><published>2006-03-14T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:35:57.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Sir</title><content type='html'>If I happened upon the man whose birthday is celebrated today, life would be great!  The man I'm thinking of lived in 18 and 1900's.  He was originally born in Germany and carried a thick accent.  This man did so many amazing things in the realm of theoretical physics, possible the most significant being the theory of relativity.  Any guess?!  Yep!  you guessed it!  Al, as I like to call him, was born 14 Mar, 1879.  Thats 100 years before my bro.  Old geezer huh?  Anywho, he did lots of cool stuff such as the aforementioned theory of relativity, work on nuclear physics, quantum theory, and numerous other brilliant ideas.  One smart feller.  Some said he was an atheist.  A member of the church once heard him say something to the effect of "the deeper I dive into the physics of the universe, the more convinced I am that there must be someone or something that governs all."  What a stud!  Happy Birthday, Al!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114239375719907439?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114239375719907439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114239375719907439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114239375719907439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114239375719907439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-sir.html' title='Happy Birthday, Sir'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114229153291143454</id><published>2006-03-13T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T16:12:12.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint they great!? (the womens, I mean)</title><content type='html'>Sooooo, I got a girl friend.  She even likes me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114229153291143454?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114229153291143454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114229153291143454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114229153291143454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114229153291143454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/aint-they-great-womens-i-mean.html' title='Aint they great!? (the womens, I mean)'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114206880368045367</id><published>2006-03-11T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:20:03.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I 'heart'...</title><content type='html'>Can I just say how awesome it is to be 'in like?'  I held a beautiful, amazing girls hand tongiht, and I am smitten.  Shes a darn cool girl.  Anywho, I just wanted you all to know that.  We held hands from Dillon, MT to Great Falls.  Thats where we dropped her off.  Now I'm in Canada and it should be a good quick weekend.  I even brought homework to do!!  Think it will get done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114206880368045367?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114206880368045367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114206880368045367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114206880368045367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114206880368045367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-heart.html' title='I &apos;heart&apos;...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114184540299341726</id><published>2006-03-08T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:16:43.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty mouth</title><content type='html'>Dorkpunch, your comment reminded me of my favorite breakup story ever. There once was a girl named Christine whom I dated for some time. After two months, at came to the point, as you say, to "crap or get off the pot." I went to her house, sat her down on the steps outside and explained to her this predicament that I was in, using those exact words, "crap or get off the pot." I then told her I wasn't ready to crap, so I was getting off. And that was it! No tears, no animosity, just a good clean break. It was pretty much the best break up I've ever had!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114184540299341726?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114184540299341726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114184540299341726&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114184540299341726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114184540299341726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/potty-mouth.html' title='Potty mouth'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114178873621220675</id><published>2006-03-07T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:32:16.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a word from our sponsors</title><content type='html'>Shoot!  If there wasn't any single kids in the family, what kind of excitement would y'all have?  Sure, you'd have grand kids, but you wouldn't get to hear all my deep, philosophical stories!  Love you all too!!&lt;br /&gt;steveo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114178873621220675?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114178873621220675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114178873621220675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114178873621220675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114178873621220675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/word-from-our-sponsors.html' title='a word from our sponsors'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-114178862808929566</id><published>2006-03-07T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:30:28.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time is Now!!!</title><content type='html'>For what, you might ask? Today is the day that I reinstated the insurance on Betty. Today is the day that I took her for her maiden (legal) ride of the season. Today is the day I installed her new battery. Today is the day I put the new tag on the license plate. Today is the day I went to my first devotional of the new year. Today is the day that I put my arm around a magnificent young woman.  Today is the day I walked to her apartment, gave her a hug and told her I'd call her.   Today is the day.  Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114178862808929566?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114178862808929566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114178862808929566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114178862808929566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114178862808929566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-is-now.html' title='The Time is Now!!!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114150168195570298</id><published>2006-03-04T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T12:48:01.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fourth</title><content type='html'>It seems to be a day of fours!  As my calendar says it, today is the fourth of March.  This morning at about 1 am, I ended my fourth date of the 'season.'  By season, I mean my fourth single season since the mission, which has lasted about four months.  There was four of is in the car, and we did four things.  We had jamba, bowled, golfed (and yelled "fore!") and had a fire.  I also spent four hours on a project yesteday and finished it.  Now I'm going to go work in the computer lab again, and its only open for four hours.  Maybe the number four should be my new favorite.  A word about the date...   WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114150168195570298?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114150168195570298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114150168195570298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114150168195570298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114150168195570298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/fourth.html' title='The fourth'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114132277961699628</id><published>2006-03-02T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:06:19.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story for mom</title><content type='html'>So, about the new dents.  About a week ago, we went to Harriman state park to do some cross country skiing.  The roads were great!! There was plenty of ice for sliding and we did our fair share of it.  One of the drivers, Hans, plowed into a snowdrift with his two sons.  I thought it would be fun to come around the corner he couldn't make and slide my back end around. The drift was solid!!  Needless to say we came off with a nice new dent in the rear.  The second time I did it was even better!!  The best one, though, wasn't really a dent.  It was more of a bumper realignment.  For any of you that have been to Island Park, you may remember the 3-5 ft high walls of snow on the roads edge.  This can cause some nice drifts to build up on the road.  As I hit this drift with 6 people in my car, the front end became trapped...  Not in the drift, but on top of the wall!  We had the whole front end four feet high while the back end came around.  Thanks to the law of conservation of momentum, the back end swinging around kept our momentum in the general direction of travel and eventually it pulled us down off the wall, but not before adjusting our bumper about an inch.  There you have it mom!  Thats the new dent story.  And then there was that time in your van...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114132277961699628?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114132277961699628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114132277961699628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114132277961699628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114132277961699628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-for-mom.html' title='A story for mom'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114110528001829320</id><published>2006-02-27T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:41:20.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing a new tune</title><content type='html'>After much long research, I have come to the conclusion that girls don't fart as much because they don't close their mouths long enough to build the necessary pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114110528001829320?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114110528001829320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114110528001829320&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114110528001829320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114110528001829320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/02/singing-new-tune.html' title='Singing a new tune'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114070552542521753</id><published>2006-02-23T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T07:38:45.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just brushed my teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114070552542521753?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114070552542521753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114070552542521753&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114070552542521753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114070552542521753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-just-brushed-my-teeth.html' title=''/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-114013302757672412</id><published>2006-02-16T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:37:07.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursing Home Blues</title><content type='html'>Folks, y'all are great!  Thanks for writing me letters, sending me things when I need them (ie. money, food, motorbike bill of sales), being good parents, and supporting me in all my endeavors.  I hope you know that I love you and appreciate all that you do for all of us kids the married ones families.  Just so you know, we will definately pick a great nursing home for ya!  Just kiddin.  Love ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-114013302757672412?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114013302757672412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=114013302757672412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114013302757672412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/114013302757672412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/02/nursing-home-blues.html' title='Nursing Home Blues'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-113996402822304674</id><published>2006-02-14T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:40:28.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!!!  (An original poem by me)</title><content type='html'>Heidi and Laurie.&lt;br /&gt;The best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Always so nice,&lt;br /&gt;And never in depends.     (the diapers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both play ball,&lt;br /&gt;And they play real shwell.&lt;br /&gt;Heidi had a great tackle&lt;br /&gt;While Laurie rang the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctors in the house,&lt;br /&gt;And they're both addicted.&lt;br /&gt;You know where to find them;&lt;br /&gt;Its the life of the restricted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Green Tortilla"&lt;br /&gt;And Whitey Tighty&lt;br /&gt;Get them around&lt;br /&gt;All high and mighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're secret admirers&lt;br /&gt;Think they're pretty hot,&lt;br /&gt;And so we write poems&lt;br /&gt;That we probably ought not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;From all of us.&lt;br /&gt;We hope your day&lt;br /&gt;Is full of love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113996402822304674?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113996402822304674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113996402822304674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113996402822304674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113996402822304674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-original-poem-by.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!!!  (An original poem by me)'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-113981223289710620</id><published>2006-02-12T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:30:32.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend adventure</title><content type='html'>We didn't make it Washington, but we defiantely learned some lessons.  First of all, the church is great!  We broke down in Deerlodge MT and had the pleasure of an enjoyable night at the branch presidents house.  So to those we missed in Washington, sorry!  Hope the blessing went well!  And to those who helped us out, thank you soooo much!!  The town of deerlodge on a friday night is one of the friendliest towns I've ever been too.   Everybody was buying beer and soooo willing to help.  It was great!  A good experience, minus the $150.00 fix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113981223289710620?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113981223289710620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113981223289710620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113981223289710620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113981223289710620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-adventure.html' title='the weekend adventure'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113936552601358405</id><published>2006-02-07T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:25:26.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Addictions</title><content type='html'>Anyone that knows me can attest that I am addicted to thrift stores. This summer in Alaska, we furnished our apartment off of thrift stores, and we did it quite cheap. Tonight, I will head to the thrift store. First place to go is the computer aisle. I don't know why, since I've never bought any computer parts there, but its just a good place to start. Then, its off to the Nintendo games, etc. I usually look through the movies while I'm there, and then head back to the yard. This is the best place to find golf clubs, bowling balls, bikes, tires, tools, etc. Then its off to the binders, the picture frames, the books, the glass cases, and then the ties. The ties are perhaps the main reason for the whole visit, although I will say that the inflation has taken its toll on my wallet. When the thrift store days originated in my life, ties were only $1.00. Now, you won't pay less than $3.00! Isn't that ridiculous?  Anywho, the visit is finished off witha  quick through of the shirts, pants and coats.  Tonight, my quest is to find some new shirts to wear on dress up days.   This might through the whole visit for a loop since I might go in reverse order.  In any event, it will be an enjoyable fix to the addiction!&lt;br /&gt;PS  Washington, here I come!! (on friday that is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113936552601358405?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113936552601358405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113936552601358405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113936552601358405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113936552601358405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-addictions.html' title='My Addictions'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113904012928355184</id><published>2006-02-04T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T01:02:09.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The benefits of being a foreigner</title><content type='html'>Those of you from Canada, you ougtha know exactly what I'm talking about.  I'm talking about the ability to get out of tickets!  Now, I've had the occasional run in with cops in America.  Lets just round to say 17 or 18 times that I've been pulled over.  Tonight, thoguh, was a new experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out innocent enough.  Myself, Aaron and Jory piled into the caprice to go to a wedding reception and then to sportsmans warehouse.  The speedbumps across the street at the movie theatre looked so inviting afterwards that we decided we just had to hit them.  As I tried to get a good bump out of the first one, I looked right and noticed a rent-a-cop.  You know, the old guy in the late 80's model white car witha  sherriffs badge painted on the door?  The one thats a security guard, but thinks hes got actual power?  Well, I figure he couldn't do anything, so I got set for the next speed bump.  about that time I heard a little siren.  I looked left this time and noticed another one staring me down.  once again, I figured he couldn't do anything, so I lined up for the speedbump and nailed it!  This rent-a-cop, obviousley irate that I would try such a thing on "his" turf, flipped a brody and started following me.  As I put my seatbelt on, I wondered, what is this joker doing.  About that time, he pulled out, passed and cut me off.  Did he really think he could do anything?  Kick me off the property, maybe.  I've been to the theatre once in the three years that I've been here.  Barring me from the property just didn't seem like an effective solution to me.  He threatened me with probation, glared at me, and in the end walked away, cause there was really nothing he could do.  It made for a good story to tell, about "The Night I Got Pulled Over By a Rent-A-Cop."  Maybe it oughta be made into an opera or something eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113904012928355184?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113904012928355184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113904012928355184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113904012928355184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113904012928355184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/02/benefits-of-being-foreigner.html' title='The benefits of being a foreigner'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113890078453844011</id><published>2006-02-02T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T10:19:44.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Woman!!</title><content type='html'>As I pulled up to her house on my motorbike, I thought to myslef "Shoot, you smell like two stroke."  I knocked on the door and entered the apartment to hear her ask "why do you smell like two stroke?"  WOW!  Need I say anymore?  She knew the smell of two stroke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113890078453844011?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113890078453844011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113890078453844011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113890078453844011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113890078453844011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-woman.html' title='What a Woman!!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-113876708472219816</id><published>2006-01-31T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:11:24.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Continued</title><content type='html'>and the day kept getting worse...  The 'x' called me, and I didn't even know it was her.  Not saying that I wouldn't have answered had I known, but tomorrow would have been a month without talking to her!!  I kind of looked forward to having that under my belt, but I guess I can always start the count over again.   She called to tell me when her farewell is.  Should I go?  I don't think I'm gonna.  I'm so broke right now, plus if I were to take a road trip, I'd rather go see the new kid.  Brooke, any ideas?!  I'm excited for you and Angela to come out and visit!  What days again, and are you driving or flying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113876708472219816?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113876708472219816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113876708472219816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113876708472219816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113876708472219816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/continued.html' title='...Continued'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-113876132969702869</id><published>2006-01-31T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:35:29.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><content type='html'>Its just one of those days you don't want to wake up... It started out well enough.  now its nearly 7:30 and I wish I were done.  Only three more hours or so of homework.  I havn't eaten dinner yet.  I'd like to file my taxes, but I don't have all my W-2's yet.  I'd like to be dating a certain someone, but its gotten a little awkward due to the friendship factor.  How come we (and when I say we, I mean the whole human race cause I don't think I'm alone in this) can't just tell other people that we like them and want to date them?  I'd like to be riding the motorbike, but the weather is still too snowy.  I'd like to be wealthy so I could go out more.  I'd like to be done school so I wouldn't have to worry about grades.  Even with all this, life is still good.  I just have to remember the good times, like that time I got stuck three times in one day and pushed my self out each time by leaving the truck in gear with the tires spinning and getting out to push and then when it started moving, jumping back in to get the brakes.  I did all that in a suit, no less.  Its days like that that make up for these downer days.  Amen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113876132969702869?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113876132969702869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113876132969702869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113876132969702869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113876132969702869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-113847033112939787</id><published>2006-01-28T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T10:45:31.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To 'DI' For!</title><content type='html'>Any of y'all ever heard of D.I.?  D.I. truly is one of the best creations known to man.  D.I. is the equivalent of Catholic Charities Thrift Store, only its the mormon version.  Its clean, fairly well organized and last but defiantely not least, its cheap... most of the time.  If your looking for your religion class or institute text books, thats the place to go.  You can save up to 2.50, and when the original price is 3.00 anywhere else, that means your getting one heck of a deal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the point of this post is this.  8 months ago, I purchased a sweet cell phone for 1 dollar! I activated it, did some work to it and have now used it for 8 months.  We've played hackey sack with it, I soaked in one of our hookeybobbing adventures, I shattered the screen rolling over a car hood, needless to say its been through alot.  Today, as my roommate and I journeyed to D.I. and became the 4th and 5th customers of the day, I found a replacement for my cell phone.  Inflation hit, however.  Just as the ties have steadily increased from one dollar to three, so to have the cell phones.  As they say, beggars can't be choosers.  I guess I can be happy with paying three bucks for a cell phone that looks like new and hopefully works like new, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On anothere note.  School is going good.  I just wrote my first program in C++ yesterday.  Not to bad at all!  Not too brag or anything, but it only took me about 45 minutes.  I was pretty surprised at myself.  maybe I really am learning something form all those physics classes and its making me smarter in the lower level classes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113847033112939787?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113847033112939787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113847033112939787&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113847033112939787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113847033112939787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-di-for.html' title='To &apos;DI&apos; For!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-113808508370354060</id><published>2006-01-23T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:44:43.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kade Orrin Turner</title><content type='html'>Soooooooo, for those of you who know and or care, my bro and his wife (mostly his wife) gave birth to a baby boy today!  Not only that, but they named him after me!  Well, actually after my great grandpa, but its my middle name too.  Anywho, he was 7 lbs 14 oz and had a big nose.  I don't even know what time he was born at.  Doug called me while I was working in the tutoring lab and told me and then we got on the topic of trucks.  That last post was the topic of conversation.  Anywho, I'll get y'all some pictures of the little gunner and his big bro now.  Isaac is 2 years and 4 months, so I'm sure there will be some adaptation for him.  Arn't kids great though?  I can't wait till I have some little tikes running around.  Anywho, tally ho to all you faithful readers (Brooke, thats you)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113808508370354060?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113808508370354060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113808508370354060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113808508370354060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113808508370354060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/kade-orrin-turner.html' title='Kade Orrin Turner'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-113802540707068604</id><published>2006-01-23T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T07:10:07.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/131_0510_whps_02_z.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/131_0510_whps_02_z.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/131_0510_whps_03_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/131_0510_whps_03_z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops!!  They said they were trying to out jump the dirtbikes.  They cleared the landing by 54 feet.  Looks like it was well worth it for the story!!  Check out more at &lt;a href="http://www.4wheeloffroad.com/whoops/"&gt;www.4wheeloffroad.com/whoops/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/131_0510_whps_03_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113802540707068604?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113802540707068604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113802540707068604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113802540707068604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113802540707068604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/whoops.html' title='Whoops!!!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113765445042316310</id><published>2006-01-19T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T00:07:30.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...When therefore, constitutional law, obedient to these principles, calls the manhood of the church into the armed services of any country to which they owe allegiance, their highest civic duty requires that they meet that call. If, harkening to that call and obeying those in command over them, they shall take the lives of those who fight against them, that will not make of them murderers nor subject them to the penalty that God has prescribed for those who kill,... For it would be a cruel God that would punish his children as moral sinners for acts done by them as the innocent instrumentalities of a sovereing whom he had told them to obey and whom they were powerless to resist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heber J. Grant&lt;br /&gt;J. Rueben Clark&lt;br /&gt;David O. McKay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113765445042316310?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113765445042316310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113765445042316310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113765445042316310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113765445042316310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113753136902868733</id><published>2006-01-17T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:56:09.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friends...</title><content type='html'>Laurie got offended when Heidi used the word puke, but to her, thats what her cooking tasted like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113753136902868733?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113753136902868733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113753136902868733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113753136902868733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113753136902868733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-best-friends.html' title='My best friends...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113746892434056284</id><published>2006-01-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:35:24.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country!  Sweet!</title><content type='html'>Y'all ever been cross coutnry skiing?!  Today was my second day, third time ever.  Try and figure that one out eh?  Anywho, It was a blast!  19 of us piled into four cars, headed out to Island Park, and hit the fields.  We made it about 4 miles or so, found a sweet slide, got some sweet air, had some sweet hot cocoa, watched a sweet movie at a sweet cabin, etc.  I got stuck pretty sweet three times in my sweet truck too.  Pretty darn cool!  Any of you that want to try it out, definately give it a go in the snow.  Its pretty sweet!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113746892434056284?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113746892434056284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113746892434056284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113746892434056284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113746892434056284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/cross-country-sweet.html' title='Cross Country!  Sweet!'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113731092927970375</id><published>2006-01-15T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:42:09.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fight...</title><content type='html'>So... just got back from a hockey game.  Saw a sweet fight.  We was right up on the boards yelling at the guys, cheerin em on.  I told him to pinch the guys nipple.  Don't know if he didn't hear or jsut didn't think he could get it through the pads, but it didn't look like he tried it.  Pretty sweet thoguh!!  At least the 8 bucks wasn't wasted.  We didn't see blood, but we did see a fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113731092927970375?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113731092927970375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113731092927970375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113731092927970375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113731092927970375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/fight.html' title='The Fight...'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113708039499029935</id><published>2006-01-12T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T08:39:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to _________!     -Ellis Miller</title><content type='html'>Your moms?  Church?  Hell?  7 eleven?  The bathroom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113708039499029935?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113708039499029935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113708039499029935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113708039499029935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113708039499029935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/go-to-ellis-miller.html' title='Go to _________!     -Ellis Miller'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113700336152519415</id><published>2006-01-11T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:16:01.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113700336152519415?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113700336152519415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113700336152519415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113700336152519415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113700336152519415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-113693981895589136</id><published>2006-01-10T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:36:58.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The DT</title><content type='html'>I already mentioned the DT 175 that I picked up at Christmas time, but let me give ya a little taste of the work I did on it before it became usuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, it was seized up bad!  After I pulled the seat, tank, exhaust pipe, and carb, I finally got to the head.  the first glance at the cylinder almost made me blow chunks!!  (not really, but it sounds alot more dramatic that way eh?)  Anywho, it was pretty bad.  There was rust and corrosion all over everything.  I soaked it in WD-40 but to no avail.  After a full day of soaking it and trying to pound it with a block of wood while heating it, I lost my patience.  My brother and I put a hammer right on the piston and started pounding.  It pmoved ever so slightly, but eventually it was far enough out that we could get at the wrist pin.  This released the cylinder and piston from the crankshaft so that we could work on it on the workbench.  A few more good solid hits to the piston and it was broke free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now came the task of cleaning everything up.  The piston was wire brushed and teh cylinder was wiped out as best we could.  The crank was full of rust too, se we took it to the carwash and blasted it with water, then cooked it witha  torch to get all that water out of there before reassembly.  I had to build a base agsket for it, had to file some chucnk of the cylinder wall that became existant when I got a little carried away with the hammer, and had to clean up some threads that we buggered up in our extreme engineering practices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By about 2 in the morning, I had done about all I could do on the engine.  The carb was clean and put back on but the kickstart was broke in the inital attempts to break the engine free.  With that said, the rear wheel was seized so we couldn't even push start dern thing.  The bed called my name and so I bid the bike adieu till the next mroning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waking up, we were able to get the brakes pulled apart with only moderate damage to the hub.  We disconnected everything down there so that it would be possible to push start the bike.  The test run came about 11 oclock or so.  Believe it or not, it ran! It didn't start right up, and it ran really rough, but it did run and we were able to cruise around the church parking lot a little bit.  After a few more hours and a few more parts and dollars, it now runs to a fairly good degree.  Once again, I still can't get the pics off my camera, so when I do, I'll post em.  See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113693981895589136?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113693981895589136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113693981895589136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113693981895589136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113693981895589136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/dt.html' title='The DT'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113678800363782528</id><published>2006-01-08T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:26:43.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dots</title><content type='html'>Anyone else really enjoy Dots?! Arn't they the best?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Rexburg Idaho. It sure is changing. School starts tomorrow after a three week Christmas break. Its pretty exciting, buts its pretty sad at the same time. Rexburg really takes on a different shape during the class season. For example, for the last week that I've been here, theres been a grand total of 25 (maybe a few more...) students! Thats mostly all the international students that can't get out of the country cause they're waiting on their papers, visas, etc. Then theres the kids that actually live in this area. Cool enough, but I feel so bad that they can never get away! Anywho, I came back about a week early. It has been so relaxing! I fixed my car, my dirtbike, my streetbike, and my Dual sport bike. Yep, three motorbikes, a car and a truck. Rexburg really is boring if you don't have the right tools, and for me, those tools are pretty big. The three motorbikes each serve an indiviual purpose in my life but at the same time can and do serve the same purpose. They're unified in the purpose of easing my frustrations and clearing my head. I've never had anything that can clear my head as fast as a 10 minute bike ride with the throttle wide open. Now, the streetbike is big. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/IMG_1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/IMG_1052.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its a 1200 cc contraption that'll do &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/1600/IMG_1189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3760/1973/320/IMG_1189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over 100 mph fairly easy, plus its comfortable.  Its the road tripper. The dirtbike is an RM 370. Its the oldest of the three, but by far the funnest! It'll do about 85 or so, and thats down a dirt trail with trees on one side and a cliff on the other. It's not really made for roads, but more for jumping and all that good stuff. Lots of fun. The third one as a christmas purchase. For only twenty bucks, I got a 1979 DT 175. Its a little dual purposed bike. Its made to go on and off road, complete with head, tail and signal lights. Loads of fun!! It actually doesn't quite run right, but it will soon. I figure, for twenty bucks, it can be my winter rider and who cares if you dump it eh? Anywho, I guess the moral of the story is that for me, bikes make rexburg fun. For everyone else, I'm sure its kissing and all that good stuff, which is fun, but... Bike's. Thats where its at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS As soon as I can get my camera to hook back up to my computer, I'll put a pick of the DT on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113678800363782528?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113678800363782528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113678800363782528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113678800363782528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113678800363782528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/dots.html' title='Dots'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113661812741062643</id><published>2006-01-07T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T00:30:22.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating The Dead Horse</title><content type='html'>After much thought in the matter, I decided not to publish this post yet.  I may in the near future, based on the actions of a certain someone.  What does the future hold in store?!?!  (thats supposed to be suspensful)  Stay tuned for a future posting with the same title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113661812741062643?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113661812741062643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113661812741062643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113661812741062643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113661812741062643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/beating-dead-horse.html' title='Beating The Dead Horse'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113648474762553562</id><published>2006-01-05T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:12:27.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The secrets we carry</title><content type='html'>For all you Mormons out there, did you grow up the same as me?  You know what I'm talking about.  All the Mormon myths about tunnels under BYU.  Has anyone ever actually been in them?  And why is there only myths about the real BYU and not BYU-I?  I'm gonna take the liberty to start some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tunnels everywhere out here!!  Not to go into detail about which buildings or who was accomplice to our crimes, but we found tunnels over, under and through buildings.  Thats about all I'm gonna say at the risk of incriminating myself and anyone else that was involved.  No, its not.  I'll say this.  You can start underneath the main floor and end up behind the wall and above the ceiling of the main floor.  I popped out the ceiling tile and said hi to some folks.  Pretty darn exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113648474762553562?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113648474762553562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113648474762553562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113648474762553562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113648474762553562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2006/01/secrets-we-carry.html' title='The secrets we carry'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113558318205205099</id><published>2005-12-26T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:48:17.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Merry Christmas" Post</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas, everyone! I'm not going to say too much about Christmas. All I'll say is its great to spend it with those you love and those who hopefully love you back. Family is wonderful, friends are excellent, and Christ is King. If you can spend Christmas with all three, you're living pretty darn high on the hog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say a word or two now on another... ..."&lt;em&gt;note&lt;/em&gt;," if you will. Have you ever heard the phrase, "lets make like a &lt;em&gt;fart&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;blow this hole&lt;/em&gt;?" The first time I ever heard that, I about &lt;em&gt;passed&lt;/em&gt; out laughing! Why? Because &lt;em&gt;farting&lt;/em&gt; never gets old. It never has and hopefully never will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask my mom what me and my brothers favorite pastime is, she'd probably be the first to &lt;em&gt;shoot out&lt;/em&gt; the answer, "&lt;em&gt;Farting&lt;/em&gt;." We do it all the time. I don't know why she always gets so bent out of shape about it either. I mean, we've been &lt;em&gt;crackin em off&lt;/em&gt; so long that its not like she doesn't expect it. She laughs when she &lt;em&gt;cuts the cheese&lt;/em&gt;, so why is it so rude for us to laugh when we &lt;em&gt;flatulate&lt;/em&gt;? Now, she's not one to stick her but in your face the moment before the &lt;em&gt;BOOM&lt;/em&gt;, and she's never done a &lt;em&gt;buttercup&lt;/em&gt;, but whats the difference! A &lt;em&gt;farts&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;em&gt;fart&lt;/em&gt;, and its funny either way. So next time you have one and you need to &lt;em&gt;cut it loose&lt;/em&gt;, just let it go man. Let it go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS She emailed back eh? (refer to my my post on Dec. 16, 2005)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113558318205205099?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113558318205205099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113558318205205099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113558318205205099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113558318205205099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-post.html' title='The &quot;Merry Christmas&quot; Post'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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-19851170.post-113497171243545892</id><published>2005-12-18T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:55:12.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Name that song!  (its my most recent favorite)</title><content type='html'>I heard about your trip. I heard about your souvenirs. I heard about the cool breeze and the cool nights and the cool guys that you spent them with. I guess I should of heard of them from you. I guess I should of heard of them from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see? Don't you see, that the charade is over? And all the best deceptions and the clever cover story award go to you. So kiss me hard cause this will be the last time that I let you. You will be back someday. End this awkward kiss that tells of other peoples lips. This will be of service to giving you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about your regrets. I heard that you were feeling sorry. I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us. I guess I should of heard of that from you. I guess I should have heard of that from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers. I'll be all right when my hands get warm. Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing. I'd rather you never heard my voice. You're calling too late. Too late to be gracious. You do not warrant long goodbyes. You're calling to late. You're calling to late. You're calling too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113497171243545892?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113497171243545892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113497171243545892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113497171243545892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113497171243545892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2005/12/name-that-song-its-my-most-recent.html' title='Name that song!  (its my most recent favorite)'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113480163842600891</id><published>2005-12-16T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:34:00.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vent-age</title><content type='html'>Where to start... "Have you ever loved somebody so much it made you hurt?" Isn't that a song? Let me tell y'all a little about my love life. Right now it's about as busy as an airconditioner shop in Antarctica. With in the last year, I was in love. I met an amazing women who I wanted to marry. The crappy part was that she didn't want to marry me. Was she not ready to settle down? Or maybe she just didn't want to settle. The story I heard is that she wanted to serve a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(enter "vent-age")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the HADES doesn't she ever talk to me anymore? I mean, is it really that hard for somone that supposedlly loved and still loves you to drop you a line every now and then? Shes the one that called me crying saying she didn't want to be a horrible part of my past. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but if someone breaks your heart, doesn't that put them in pretty good position to be a horrible part of your past? It takes some slick maneuvering to get out of that bind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the moral is that she wanted to be friends. I also want to be friends. I feel like I put forth effort and get nothing in return. I have written her emails but to no avail. She disappears long enough for me to get to the point that I figure I'll never hear from her again, and then BOOM! She'll write me a text message or sends me a little email just to throw me for a loop. I know she's not trying to play with my heartstrings so much, but a word of advice to all you women folk out there. Don't gerk the guy around! Either cut him loose or be his friend. None of this middle ground crap!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113480163842600891?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113480163842600891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113480163842600891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113480163842600891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113480163842600891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2005/12/vent-age.html' title='Vent-age'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113457695634563730</id><published>2005-12-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:45:23.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ending</title><content type='html'>Also known as finals... I just took my Calc III final today. That was pretty exciting. First of all, It sucked. Second of all, I sucked. Any math test at 7 a.m. is gonna suck. At least its over with. There was only three questions that I had no clue on. Three out of twenty that is. Only 15 % of the test and 1.5 percent of my final grade. No biggie, right?. I ask myself, should I try to learn it after the fact? Would it benefit me in later math and physics classes? Probably. Will I do it? Probably not. I think I'll be content with moving on, just as is required of us in most aspects of life. You live, you learn, and you move on. I've recently learned that lesson to a much greater degree than I ever have before. So, as Chuck used to always say, "life sucks and then you die." True in a way, but at the same time, so wrong. Life is glorious because it can suck, but we can learn so much through it sucking and then we still get to die which is a great thing too. One of these days, I'll put up a quote that I just love, on how death is so necessary. Honestly, would you really want to live forever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113457695634563730?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113457695634563730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113457695634563730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113457695634563730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113457695634563730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2005/12/ending.html' title='The Ending'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851170.post-113453073618952321</id><published>2005-12-13T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:53:08.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginnings</title><content type='html'>So, I'm somewhat new to this and if anyone ever does read this, know that my typing is often spuratic and sloppy at best. I'm a neat handwriter, but it didn't carry over into my learning how to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had the opportunity to learn how to lay carpet. Yep, sounds like fun huh? It actually is! It was a great day. For those of you familiar with the Gem State (Idaho), I'm a student in Rexburg Idaho at BYU - Idaho. Great school, great fun, great weather. Actually its pretty cold. I left town this morning just after 6 to go help my uncle lay carpet in Burley, about two hours away. I bought me a truck on Friday, and in preparation for this drive so early in the morning, I decided to buy a soda that would keep me awake. the Sprite Aruba Jam spent the night in the back of my new truck so it would be cold in the morning. I know. You're probably thinking it exploded.  I'm not that dumb!  I drank a little bit so that it wouldn't burst the bottle. This morning it was a big chunk of ice so I left it. That is until just before Pocatello when I got a little bit thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled off the interstate to get this frozen treat, and as I reentered the interstate, I cracked the lid. It shot me in the eye!! I had to pull off again, but this time with only one eye! I couldn't see a thing out of my left. I had soda all over the ceiling, the floor, my crotch, and my face.  Talk about embarrasing!  Try walkiing into a gas station at 7 in the morning when it looks like you wet your pants!  Anywho, it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out alot of neat things about my uncle. I havn't really seen him since '97 or so. He told me all sorts of stories about his time in Vietnam, and how much life changed when he got back. He told me why he enlisted, how he got into carpet laying, why he was still working at the ripe old age of almost 60? (he doesn't keep track of how old he is, so he really doesn't know.) He took me out to breakfast and lunch at a cafe that he and his wife own and she cooks at. All in all, a great way to spend a day, hanging out with Uncle Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a calc III final tommorrow and I havn't hardly studied. I did have somewhat of a date tonight.  That was pretty exciting. Hr name is Kristin and shes my little freshman friend. First date for me in a loooooong time, and I'm not gonna lie; I hate dates, so I didn't really enjoy it. Thats ok. Gotta date I guess. Anywho, enough ramblings for one night eh? I reckon maybe I'll say a little about myself one of these days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851170-113453073618952321?l=stevenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/feeds/113453073618952321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19851170&amp;postID=113453073618952321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113453073618952321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19851170/posts/default/113453073618952321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenot.blogspot.com/2005/12/beginnings.html' title='The Beginnings'/><author><name>stevenot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242254607439217343</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
