<?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-3322974833813533552</id><updated>2011-11-22T08:09:21.219-08:00</updated><category term='ODSMNTMA'/><category term='Comics'/><title type='text'>Josh's Pink Library</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>371</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8782246920197381188</id><published>2011-11-22T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T08:09:21.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#8 Brian</title><content type='html'>I've known Brian for 15 years. Brian and I met on America Online (Remember those days?) when we were both very young. I have stayed in contact with Brian for 15 years and he has been there for most of my roller coaster and I have been there for his. We decided that we needed to finally meet. And what better place to meet someone than in Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be honest. I was going to Disneyland. Its been 5 years since I was there and I just wanted to go. I invited Brian to meet me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time. Brian is interesting, funny and pretty attractive. It wasn't weird. It was just like two old friends meeting and hanging out. There was no agenda and there was no expectation for anything. &amp;nbsp;I had to mentally prepare myself for this trip because I really didn't want to go out there and have some expectation &amp;nbsp;of some fantastically romantic time. The reality is, Brian lives in Burbank and I live in Salt Lake City. I really do not want to attempt anything long distance. AT ALL. Third time is not the charm on that. &amp;nbsp;I was very nervous going out there to see Brian. I didn't want anything to progress to the point of a long distance relationship. I didn't want to have a fantastically wonderful time, fall madly in love and then come back to be rejected with in a week. So, I prepared myself to just be friends with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I prepared myself a little to well. Brian wanted the trip to be romantic and wonderful. He tried really hard to make it such. Unfortunately, the little voice in my head prevented me from getting to the same level Brian did. &amp;nbsp;We had a great time. It was like a four day long date and one of the best dates I've been on in a while, but emotionally, I just didn't feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably Ok that I didn't feel it because I could have been really pissed off by a couple things. Number 1.) Brian runs his own business and he is pretty successful at it. This leads to Brian having to work, ALOT. In fact, the day I got out there, Brian picked me up from the airport and took me to Disneyland, dropped me off and then went to work. I spent my first day in Disneyland by myself. This isn't so bad as I am fairly good at vacationing by myself. I am also fairly good at getting drunk by myself. And let me tell you this, Chick-a-Dess, being drunk in Disneyland is an item that is no longer on my bucket list. After Brian got to the hotel Wednesday night, around 1 AM, he really didn't stop working. He took sales calls the whole time I was there. I heard a lot of "Let me just take this call. It will only be 5 minutes." More like 20. I eventually got to the point where I just walked off and told him I would be back. I could have been pissed off that I was sitting around waiting for him to take calls. I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2.) Brian goes to Disneyland a lot. Probably once or twice a week. He has ridden everything ALOT. Therefore, he wasn't to keen on riding stuff. I heard "Thats to jerky." or "That one is to fast." or "Lets just find one where we can sit." the whole trip. I hadn't been to Disneyland in five years, so jerky or not, I want my fat ass on those rides. So, I ended up riding most things by myself. In fact, during the four days I was there, Brian and I only rode four rides together. FOUR. 1.) Soarin' over california. 2.) That Toy Story thing in DCA 3.) Story book land. 4.) The little Mermaid. &amp;nbsp;Good thing I'm ok to vacation by myself and have no shame saying "Yes, Im a single rider."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great trip. I had a fantastic time. I just wish I could feel the same way about Brian as he does for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8782246920197381188?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8782246920197381188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8782246920197381188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8782246920197381188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8782246920197381188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/11/8-brian.html' title='#8 Brian'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4494033760708732846</id><published>2011-11-22T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:54:37.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 7 Ken</title><content type='html'>Ken was balding, boring and uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken probably had interesting things to say, but the weird thinning hair and the oddly hairy neck just kind of turned me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Robyn, and I like to quote lines from some of our favorite TV shows. One of our favorites involves a man who is on a date with a woman who has an unusually large head. The man cannot get over the size of this woman's head. &amp;nbsp;He is on the date mentally telling himself attractive features she has. His internal dialouge goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice smile. Pretty eyes. Looks good in the dress. BIG HEAD BIG HEAD BIG HEAD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is what I was like on my date with #7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Interesting. He works in IT. Cool. He likes video games. Neat, he... WEIRD BALD HAIR PATTERN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just didn't work out OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure he was nice, but not for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4494033760708732846?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4494033760708732846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4494033760708732846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4494033760708732846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4494033760708732846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/11/7-ken.html' title='# 7 Ken'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2183485865855002360</id><published>2011-11-04T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:02:59.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#6 JD</title><content type='html'>JD was interesting. I think he was interesting, mostly, because he was a compulsive liar. JD, you are from a small town in central Utah. Its just not possible you had that much sex in high school. More on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD was actually a pretty attractive fellow. Tall. Nice build. Great smile. We had been chatting via text for a couple weeks and decided to go to a local gastro-pub for a beer and a hamburger. JD started of well by being punctual. That was a good thing. JD was interesting to talk to, shared interesting stories about his life and seemed interested in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the lies started. I guess I shouldn't accuse him of lying, but these yarns he was a-spinning did seem quite a bit fanciful. I don't believe there is a super hot guy in the office, that is married with two kids, whom hits on every girl in the office and then comes to your place on the weekend so you two can work one out. I don't beleive this same individual goes to gay bars every Friday and Saturday night and dances in only his garments. I do not believe this same individual is really well endowed. I don't believe any of this because I do not believe this man is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe that your younger brother caught you having sexual relations with the straight star high school quarter back and a vaccuum cleaner and I do not believe that your younger brother blackmailed you with such information for 2,3,5 years. Yes, chick-a-dees, the story of how long he was black mailed changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe you had sex with the several members of the straight high school swimming/diving team (all at different times) in the corn fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe you found out you were allergic to corn by having sex with the straight high school gym coach in your parents barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the wild tales told by JD. &amp;nbsp;It seemed as though JD had read some porn mag stories before he came on the date. I was not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a tale involving a goat. &amp;nbsp;I'll spare you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2183485865855002360?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2183485865855002360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2183485865855002360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2183485865855002360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2183485865855002360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/11/6-jd.html' title='#6 JD'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-109246053238461095</id><published>2011-10-27T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:02:30.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 5 Jonathan</title><content type='html'>I feel as though Jonathan found his way though a loop hole. &amp;nbsp;I've known Jonathan for a while. I actually met Jonathan and his boyfriend one night for drinks at a local bar. Both seemed like very nice guys. Then they broke up. I didn't really have any iterest in seeing Jonathan again. &amp;nbsp;But, Jonathan asked me out after I started the grand plan. &amp;nbsp;I felt as though the rules compelled me to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked what he wanted to do and just specified that I wanted something low key. &amp;nbsp;Jonathan suggested I come to his place and we could watch a movie or play X-Box. I know the rules of the grand experiment state that I don't meet at someone's home, but I felt ok breaking the rule seeing as how I had met him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan told me not to eat before hand because he had a pizza for us to eat. &amp;nbsp;I get to Jonathan's condo and he invites me in. I'm hungry and say lets eat. &amp;nbsp;Now, maybe I was confused, but I was expecting a hot, freshly delivered pizza... not pizza left overs from a party he had three days ago. &amp;nbsp;Strike one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating the disgusting pizza, I suggested we play X-Box. &amp;nbsp;I'm annoyed about the pizza situation so I just want to get this over with. &amp;nbsp;He tells me to put in any game I want. &amp;nbsp;I find a game, put it in and invite Jonathan to play. He says no. &amp;nbsp;He just wants to watch me play. Creepy. What the hell is this about? Playing a video game is fun when I am by myself, but having some one watch me play kind of creeped me out. &amp;nbsp;Strike two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decide to watch a movie and I select a film I've never seen called "30 days of night". Its a pretty cool vampire flick. I am sitting on the couch, minding my own business, when all of a sudden Jonathan pulls me down to lay next to him on the couch. Spooning is great and all, but not when I feel like I am almost going to fall off the couch. Also, not so great when I'm annoyed about the pizza situation and the watching me play weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am sounding really bitchy, and maybe I am. But here is the thing that really killed it. And maybe the other two things didn't bug me as much until this next thing started occuring. And this thing is inexcusable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He burped... a lot. &amp;nbsp;Now remember, we are laying, with me as the little spoon, on his couch. His big head is right behind mine. So, chick-a-dees, where do you suppose that vile burp gas went. &amp;nbsp;You guessed it, right in to my face. &amp;nbsp;It was awful. C'mon, who open mouth burps on a date these days? But, more importantly, who does it when you have some one else in close proximity to that vileness that is coming out of your mouth. I had nowhere to go. I'm clinging for dear life to the edge of the couch and every time he would open that &amp;nbsp;portal to hell, i knew another one of those nasty burp bombs was coming my way. STRIKE 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-109246053238461095?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/109246053238461095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=109246053238461095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/109246053238461095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/109246053238461095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/10/5-jonathan.html' title='# 5 Jonathan'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8664987531605804181</id><published>2011-10-27T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T08:49:10.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 Aaron</title><content type='html'>I think Aaron is proof that two people can go get coffee, have a great time, but know that we will never see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron was a nice man whom I met at a local coffee shop. &amp;nbsp;We both had plans later that night so it wasn't to be a long coffee date. Mostly, we were just going to sit, chat, hang out and then go our way. &amp;nbsp;And, this is essentially what happened. &amp;nbsp;Aaron seemed like a nice fellow, but I honestly had no interest in getting to know him further. &amp;nbsp;It was a date where I knew there was just nothing there on either side. &amp;nbsp;Aaron was interesting and funny. &amp;nbsp;I just wasn't feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8664987531605804181?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8664987531605804181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8664987531605804181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8664987531605804181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8664987531605804181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/10/4-aaron.html' title='#4 Aaron'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-6249623437736092545</id><published>2011-10-14T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:21:57.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 Matty</title><content type='html'>Matty is really cute. Matty is really fun. I enjoyed Matty's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matty and I have been texting for a bit and earlier this week we decided to go out on Thursday. In a very uninspired move, Matty said we should go to a movie. &amp;nbsp;Now, I don't judge (who am I kidding, yes I do) but I decided to go and as I started searching for movies I saw that Ghostbusters was playing at Jordan Commons. &amp;nbsp;Yes, folks, the original Ghostbusters. How can you pass on oppurtunity like this up. I haven't seen Ghostbusters, in its&amp;nbsp;entirety, since I saw it in a movie&amp;nbsp;theater&amp;nbsp;20 years ago. &amp;nbsp;I was stoked. &amp;nbsp;So, I asked Matty if he would like to go and he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the theater a bit early and I saw the greatest thing ever. &amp;nbsp;People actually dressed up in ghostbuster gear and someone has actually created a ghostbuster mobile complete with&amp;nbsp;license&amp;nbsp;plate that said Ecto Ut. The real live ghostbusters (jumpsuits, backpacks and ghost busting gear) were all about. I had a brief moment of horror when I realized&lt;br /&gt;a.) I was underdressed&lt;br /&gt;b.) they might be acting this shit out ala Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately enough, they didn't act it out, but I was treated to witnessing several ghostbusters try to out nerd each other by comparing ghostbuster and ghostbusting movie trivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Matty arrived and I thought he was damn cute. He was easy to talk to and was quite funny. We sat in the movie&amp;nbsp;theater&amp;nbsp;and judged the people that came in. All in all, we had about 30 minutes to chat before the movie started. &amp;nbsp;Talking with Matty was great because we didn't have the typical first date chat. &amp;nbsp;We just chatted like we were friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually say that this was the first instance where I really noticed that movies can be a bad first date. &amp;nbsp;We did just sit in the movie&amp;nbsp;theater&amp;nbsp;and didn't talk and didn't get to know one another. I would have appreciated more time to just sit and shoot the breeze. I know now that going to a movie, and only going to the movie, on a first date can be a bad idea. &amp;nbsp;But, I'm hopeful that I will get a second date with Matty and we can spend more time talking. &amp;nbsp;But, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a good time. Not much to report as Matty seemed fairly normal and not totally crazy like my beautiful friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-6249623437736092545?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/6249623437736092545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=6249623437736092545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6249623437736092545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6249623437736092545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/10/3-matty.html' title='#3 Matty'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-7834527603514210061</id><published>2011-10-12T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:52:35.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A list of my favorite things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) The song&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Compass&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Jamie Lidell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) My new piggy bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Meeting new people via the experiement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Stella, bitch-face and Oscar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Having spilled on my clothes three days in a row.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;This is a lie. Its actually pissing me off right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-7834527603514210061?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/7834527603514210061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=7834527603514210061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7834527603514210061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7834527603514210061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/10/list-of-my-favorite-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-1298354306006192351</id><published>2011-10-12T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:47:34.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 Ian</title><content type='html'>I actually know this one's name. Kind of refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian and I had been texting for about a month. No real rush to meet, but always wanting to meet. We finally decided to meet up on Tuesday night for pizza and cocktails. In text messages I always found Ian quirky, funny and somewhat charming. I was initially nervous to meet Ian because he seemed really pushy to meet me on Monday night. But, I agreed. Also, I have a problem of not getting second dates. I guess its not a problem, but its something I just don't understand. I go out with someone, we have a great time and then they disappear of the face of the earth. Weird. It is one thing I am going to discover in this 100 dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I must admit, I broke one of the rules already. I really did not want to go out for another awkward dinner date where I pretend (yes, I am to the point of pretending) to care about what people do for fun or pretending that my job is interesting. I didn't want another one of those, so I consented to meet at Ian's house for said pizza, movie and cocktails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before you get all judgemental on me, I know what "watch a movie at my place" actually means in the gay culture. For those of you that don't, it means watch the first five minutes of a movie and then uncomfortably grind on each other for a while leading to some form of unsatisfying sex. I was not going to do this with Ian. I made up my mind before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to Ian's in Magna. Honestly, I was a bit worried. I was in Magna. I wasn't sure if I was coming out of that home in my clothes, or in body bags. I texted my friend Chelsey and told her the address, just in case I didn't show up for work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian turned out to be really cute and really funny. He "got" my sense of humor. He had a similar sense of humor. I enjoyed that... alot. We watched The Amityville Horror. The Ryan Reynolds one. Stupid movie, but Ryan looked hot. Ian and I were snarky and judgemental the whole movie and it was fun. We got a bit drunk and laughed a lot. We did not grind and we did not have sex. I left at 9 proud of myself. Seems like a successful date. I don't know if I will see him again. With my history, I probably wont. But, at least I had a fun night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-1298354306006192351?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/1298354306006192351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=1298354306006192351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1298354306006192351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1298354306006192351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/10/2-ian.html' title='#2 Ian'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2789053768045529380</id><published>2011-10-12T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:37:13.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 My Beautiful Friend</title><content type='html'>This gentleman will now and forevermore be referred to as 'My Beautiful friend'. I am calling him my beautiful friend not for any physical reason. I am calling him this for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) This is what he calls me. Even though he knows my name and I have reiterated that my name is Josh and he doesn't need to keep calling me is&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;friend. He continues to call me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I don't know his name. I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful friend started off normal. We met online, we chatted, we exchanged numbers. We texted every once in a while and we made up in the air plans to eventually meet each other. I finally&amp;nbsp;consented&amp;nbsp;to meet him, knowing that the experiment was starting. This is where things started going awry. After deciding to meet for dessert he began to tell me how nervous he was to meet me and that he always gets nervous when meeting beautiful people he is very interested in. I tried to head this situation off at the pass by saying things like "Don't be nervous. I'm just a normal guy. No more, no less." and "It might be a good idea to take all thoughts of romance out of meeting. We can just meet as friends and enjoy each others company. That way, if things don't work out we are not let down." This didn't work. This failed miserably. His response "U are so intelegent and smart and wise beyond ur yers, my beautiful friend. U are so deep. I'm even more nervous now. :):):):):):):):)" Direct quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Im already a little turned off, but I can't break my own rules on the first try, so I meet him for dessert at the cheesecake factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought me a rose. A single rose. What is this? 1992? I understand he was trying to be sweet and charming. I was trying not to throw up in my mouth. He said he always brings his first dates a rose as his grandmother raises him to be a gentleman. It seems like his grandmother raised him to be a little bit creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the rose, he was actually an interesting guy to talk to. He collects cars, loves Las Vegas, has a condo in Murray and I honestly don't remember the rest of what we talked about. He seemed to agree with me when I stated that I wasn't looking to jump into anything. I'm not looking to identify my eternal companion on the first date. I mean, I don't go to the temple, so its kind of hard for me to have visions of my&amp;nbsp;eternal&amp;nbsp;companion in the celestial room. I'm kinda flying blind here. But, I'm also not going to rule some one out on the first date either. I'm just looking to make friends and let things mature over time. He agreed with all of that and said he was doing the same. I think he lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for an hour or so and then I told him I had to go. He was nice and walked me to my car. This was a good thing. Guys rarely walk me to my car. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is custom in the gay community, I gave him a hug to say thanks. He bear hugged me back, and did that arch your back thing where he lifted me up. What the hell? This was not ok. We said Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, he was on Ok guy. There have been numerous text messages, all with that&amp;nbsp;saccharine&amp;nbsp;sweet "My beautiful man. I have a smile on my face because of you" tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did seem like a good guy who just wants to find some one to love him back. I know there are people out there that would eat his approach up with a spoon. I'm just not that girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2789053768045529380?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2789053768045529380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2789053768045529380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2789053768045529380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2789053768045529380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/10/1-my-beautiful-friend.html' title='#1 My Beautiful Friend'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2363788624102571670</id><published>2011-10-12T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:20:23.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The experiment and the rules.</title><content type='html'>I am going to go on 100 dates. I guess I am doing this not so much to meet someone, but just learn more about myself. Ha. I will blog about each of the dates... all 100 of them. I am in no rush to meet my enternal companion. I am in a rush to meet new people and have my life enriched by knowing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I will, using various online applications (Grindr, Match.com and OkCupid), talk to anyone that talks to me or responds to me. ANYONE!! I will also go out with anyone that asks, or agrees to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) The dates will be dutch, unless agreed upon before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) The dates will always be a public place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to blog about each of these experiences. Hold on tight, kids. Its going to be a bumpy ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2363788624102571670?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2363788624102571670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2363788624102571670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2363788624102571670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2363788624102571670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/10/experiment-and-rules.html' title='The experiment and the rules.'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-557172803516675211</id><published>2011-09-26T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T10:33:52.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of odd things that happened this weekend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) The date with the 19 year old. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;WTF??? Chick-a-dees, if I ever mention that I have a date with a 19 year old, you must tell me to cancel it, no if, ands or buts. &amp;nbsp;This was a joke. Start to finish joke. P.S. When you are 19, you really haven't lived enough years to have been Joe Biden's personal assistant, written and published 4 novels, been an executive at a large scale grocery chain and working on your masters degree. &amp;nbsp;Do you smell that? Smells like bull shit in my car. I wonder why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Getting drunk and playing scrabble with Vickie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Damn you Cherry Vodka.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Getting relationship advice from Vickie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Hearing my ex's mother say "You need a better&amp;nbsp;screening&amp;nbsp;process. I think you need to run these guys past me before you go out with them." was odd and wonderful at the same time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) A voicemail from my mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I think I've made it known that I don't answer the phone when my mother calls. Mostly because I don't want her to put me on the spot and trap me into doing something horrible, like a swim party or dinner with the family. If I ignore her call, she will usually leave a message about the swim party and I have enough time to make other plans before I call her back. Sharon is wise to this plan, though, and now she just leaves messages for me to call her back. &amp;nbsp;I don't. Anyway, the second reason i don't answer the phone when my mother calls is because I always think "She is calling to tell me somebody died." Well, this weekend, I was correct.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Hearing a most fascinating piece on "This American Life." &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;If you aren't listening to this program, you should start. &amp;nbsp;Its great.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-557172803516675211?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/557172803516675211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=557172803516675211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/557172803516675211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/557172803516675211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-odd-things-that-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2836446680056555356</id><published>2011-09-22T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:32:59.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of minor things that irritate me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) my chart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;This is not correct people. The program's name is called MyChart. I can access MyChart to look at info in my chart. But none the less... CALL IT MYCHART.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Skin colored nicotine patches. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I don't know what crazy planet these people woke up on, but that is not the color of skin. This is esp irritating because the box said clear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Utah drivers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I know, I know, we've been here before chick-a-dees, but really. I don't get why, where there is construction, normal and safe driving rules go out the window. And, then you have guys like me who are trying to be safe and drive and text and it makes it really hard when you are&amp;nbsp;driving&amp;nbsp;like a jack ass. &amp;nbsp;Yes, JWN, the Mexican Jumping bean is still in full effect.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Not being able to figure out where the anger towards Sharon comes from.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I know this is going to be an issue for the brain-witch, and its not going to go well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Feelin' the itch to say hello to Seroth again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2836446680056555356?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2836446680056555356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2836446680056555356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2836446680056555356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2836446680056555356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-minor-things-that-irritate.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-6870831609994273480</id><published>2011-09-21T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:28:38.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of random things about me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Out of the three of them, Bitch-face is the most like me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Very pretty, straight up bitch, likes to cuddle at night and most importantly if she doens't want to be touched or intereacted with, you better back the F up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) I, for some reason, seem to be very angry at my mother. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;It has been brought to my attention that I make a sport out of making her life miserable. &amp;nbsp;I just don't want to let her "win".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) I really hope to one day find my very own "donkey lady".&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I'm looking at you for that one, Michael Hall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) I enjoy a good drink, not a good drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) I don't understand, nor am I going to make any effort to understand, Google+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-6870831609994273480?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/6870831609994273480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=6870831609994273480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6870831609994273480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6870831609994273480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-random-things-about-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-712717666410239397</id><published>2011-09-20T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:30:22.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of good things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Completing the lions share of my Christmas shopping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Thank god for you, BestBuy.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Going out tonight and being excited for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Maybe, just maybe, finding a group of people to game with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Sitting out side, on my porch, and Stella the Cat snuggling in to my robe and purring herself back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) All of my kids. Bitch-face, Oscar and Stella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-712717666410239397?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/712717666410239397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=712717666410239397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/712717666410239397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/712717666410239397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-good-things-1_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-5535713908670295796</id><published>2011-09-19T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T09:35:16.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of fictional people to whom I have been compared.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSCWqqWGYo2qtnqPwgjWLAyQXzh56t9uArsGMTqUrCKyN9T9SgRWQ" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Regina George from Mean Girls. &amp;nbsp;I was told this because, apparently, I stop around like I own the place, make everybody's life miserable and yet people still want to be my friend. &amp;nbsp;Im most proud of this&amp;nbsp;comparison.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR_0kt6ePer3JyQT3x4Axk4WFR7tiezAYpCBUMnHDfms2Qnsdh7" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's. &amp;nbsp;Because she is a complete drunken mess who doesn't really care about any one or anything. She uses people as she sees fit and doesn't care. &amp;nbsp;And she chain smokes. &amp;nbsp;I would like the comparison was made because I could pull of a tiara and the Givencey dress.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.)&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sheldon from the big bang theroy. &amp;nbsp;I have no idea who this is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.)&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTjHJUDcjtlWXb82nUXk-EfEY2sSqhQJvqA4ozyj3tINmHYX3aS" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Miranda Priestly. &amp;nbsp;I thought this one was just plain rude. &amp;nbsp;Plus, I could never aspire to be as horrible and wonderful as Miranda.But, I've been told that some of my comments to coworkers, family and friends are really&amp;nbsp;viciously&amp;nbsp;biting. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/3322974833813533552-5535713908670295796?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/5535713908670295796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=5535713908670295796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/5535713908670295796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/5535713908670295796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-fictional-people-to-whom-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2968895183071878898</id><published>2011-09-16T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:49:09.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of facebook status updates, if I still had a facebook profile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Joshua Loveless&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;was at Pat's BBQ with D'Nell Gilespie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;If I had just one piece of wisdom to impart to future generations, it would probably be unspeakably filthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;3.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Unfortunately for my dream of having multiple gorgeous sex partners, attitudes toward sex have become much more open-minded just as attitudes toward nutrition and personal hygiene go right down the tubes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Is it a bad sign if, when in therapy, I refer to Sharon as "that woman"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Should I be pissed, or relieved, that my date for Saturday failed his drug test and will be therefore unavailable to go out?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2968895183071878898?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2968895183071878898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2968895183071878898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2968895183071878898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2968895183071878898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-facebook-status-updates-if-i_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2879124969996584332</id><published>2011-09-14T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:40:07.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of crypitc riddles about my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Is there a chance I will follow in his footsteps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7QmOySGc-w/TiHzW9rcARI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2tLyXxjGkIk/s1600/BAT+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Ok, so maybe there is some one I am falling love with. &amp;nbsp;He's a complete mess with some baggage... but, I think he is ok.&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/3322974833813533552-2879124969996584332?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2879124969996584332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2879124969996584332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2879124969996584332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2879124969996584332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-crypitc-riddles-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7QmOySGc-w/TiHzW9rcARI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2tLyXxjGkIk/s72-c/BAT+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-834166291279516851</id><published>2011-09-13T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:59:21.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things that have annoyed me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) The beency pony was not at the fair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;We all know I love the Utah State Fair. What do I love most, you ask? The beency pony. That done be one small pony, chick-a-dees, and I love it. I kind of want to put it in my pocket and take it home. I would imagine the beency pony is probably really fun. But, alas, no beency pony. &amp;nbsp;My fair experience is not complete.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) A certain person who is doing something stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Myself, for being annoyed at a certain person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I'm mostly annoyed because I specifically did not want this situation to happen. And yet, here I am. Annoyed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Not knowing at what point, when after meeting somebody, do you deserve honesty from them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) The fact that I didn't find out until after I had left, that someone is selling Rocky Mountain Oysters at the fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-834166291279516851?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/834166291279516851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=834166291279516851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/834166291279516851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/834166291279516851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-things-that-have-annoyed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4209536144642091484</id><published>2011-09-12T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T08:11:26.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I simply don't understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Why is it, at 12:30 a.m. and after 2&amp;nbsp;margaritas, at least 4 Vodka tonics and a beer, did my brain think that three&amp;nbsp;tequila&amp;nbsp;shots in a row would be a good idea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) What is it with Utah people and eating fried shit at the Utah state fair?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I know, we have talked about this before, but I still don't get it. &amp;nbsp;Deep fried butter? Deep fried fresh fruit? Deep fried bacon stuffed twinkies? I don't get it. I think next year someone is going to sell just straight up deep fried garbage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Why in the world would anybody ever invent some thing as repulsive as a Camel Crush cigarette?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The better question is, why would my brain, in its drunken stupor, decide these are the best cigarettes in the world and think we should buy a weeks supply?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) My mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4209536144642091484?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4209536144642091484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4209536144642091484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4209536144642091484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4209536144642091484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-things-i-simply-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-698180110700809318</id><published>2011-09-09T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T08:11:08.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of Facebook status updates, if I still had a Facebook Profile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a person&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;because.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love a person&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;despite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) I throw a good orgy, but someone always ends up getting hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) I was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt; it for the thrills and never cared for fame or money, but all that changed when I discovered there are Yelp reviews for people who blow closeted businessmen down by the docks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;4.) Sometimes, I don't wanna learn, I just wanna bash the head of a zombie in and not think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;5.) Dill pickle breath plus an invitation to vacation with me in DC does not a third date make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3322974833813533552-698180110700809318?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/698180110700809318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=698180110700809318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/698180110700809318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/698180110700809318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-facebook-status-updates-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-142245161328877829</id><published>2011-09-08T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:04:18.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of good things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) My cup of hot coffee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I think there are few things in the morning I enjoy more than a cup of coffee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) The interesting adventure I am on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I didn't have to travel this in my earlier life. I didn't learn the things that one would learn. Seeing it now, learning all this shit now, is quite interesting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) The new Kelly Clarkson song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I like the song and I really like the tone of her voice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Adam Levine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;He just done be pretty, ya'll.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) The super cool docs I've been working with. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-142245161328877829?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/142245161328877829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=142245161328877829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/142245161328877829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/142245161328877829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-good-things-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-1273425247442631217</id><published>2011-09-06T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T09:23:38.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things that made my weekend great&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Seeing a good friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I'm not gonna lie about it, Chick-a-dees, it was a bit tough. But, it was really good to see him. I wish he could have stayed longer, but duty calls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Captain America.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Granted, I feel asleep during the movie. I think the movie was good. But, c'mon... any movie where this is&amp;nbsp;occurring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQN4LiWGWIRHFgTTivS6V3-BFzYGYkpF4pbB1C9iNu2Tzb9Jcmi" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;has got to be somewhat entertaining, right? Hello, Chris Evans, how are you today?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Conan the Barbarian.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Now this one, kiddos, was really bad. But, once again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT3E5304kvjTJHBI8l1-Yl5C5ONlbEtGX5wdqvOQeXkVfo5VQG0" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello Jason Momoa, How are you today? I just have one concern. After google image searching for 5 minutes, I've determined you don't take a good picture, Mr. Momoa, but you done be sexy in the movie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) A hug and a kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-1273425247442631217?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/1273425247442631217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=1273425247442631217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1273425247442631217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1273425247442631217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-things-that-made-my-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-6462589822035181875</id><published>2011-09-01T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:32:05.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of of questions I am asking myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Am I a cougar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;What exactly does it take for one to become a cougar? What age difference does it take to make one a cougar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Do I really have an under current of anger lately?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Can I actually offer the support he needs even though it is like offal in my mouth to do so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) What should I do with my long weekend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-6462589822035181875?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/6462589822035181875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=6462589822035181875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6462589822035181875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6462589822035181875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-list-of-of-questions-i-am-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2996916682941902116</id><published>2011-08-31T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:35:01.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of dedications to him, the only one that matters.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Eurythmics -&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;When tomorrow comes&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/RWzRKxhpPA0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWzRKxhpPA0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWzRKxhpPA0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you know, that I'm gonna be the one, who'll be there when you need some one, when tomorrow comes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Adele -&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;One and Only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/os5z7XZPXys/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/os5z7XZPXys&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/os5z7XZPXys&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know it aint easy, giving up your heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Kelly Clarkson -&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I want you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/VAE0_ydUZ_w/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VAE0_ydUZ_w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VAE0_ydUZ_w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hot temper with the shortest fuse, you're such a mess with an attitude.... I want you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Will Young &amp;amp; Gareth Gates -&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The long and winding road.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/bh0w4YZeFrA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bh0w4YZeFrA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bh0w4YZeFrA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;You left me standing here, a long long time ago. Don't leave me waiting here. Lead me to your door.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Florence + the Machine -&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Cosmic Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/2EIeUlvHAiM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2EIeUlvHAiM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2EIeUlvHAiM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too. So I stayed in the darkness with you.&lt;/i&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/3322974833813533552-2996916682941902116?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2996916682941902116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2996916682941902116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2996916682941902116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2996916682941902116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-of-dedications-to-him-only-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-7304064773931842260</id><published>2011-08-30T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:08:37.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list random shit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) I am, right now, wearing an I &amp;lt;3 MyChart sticker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Sometimes, I forget to put my car in gear and put the emergency brake on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes, this results in my car rolling into traffic. Ok, it only happened one time... leave me alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) The oxygen level in my blood is 97%.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I think the other 3% is nicotine and tar. Either way, my oxygen level is better than Travis Smart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) I've been going out on dates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Im not sure I really wanna date, but I'm going out none-the-less.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) I do not like female condoms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-7304064773931842260?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/7304064773931842260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=7304064773931842260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7304064773931842260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7304064773931842260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-random-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-1977950361868624716</id><published>2011-08-29T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:47:01.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things that made my weekend GREAT!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Swim party with my family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sure, I may have been shit balls drunk. But, it was great. I had a great time. Thanks, Nan!!! And next time... a date will come in tow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) A fantastic date last night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Great guy. Very good looking and some wonderful conversation. I had a great time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Spending quality time with my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Having once agian a fantastic time with my family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The swim party was great, but just being with my family. I don't know if it was the booze, but being with all o' them, I think it was the first time I've really felt happy in a while.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Watching Katie Holmes die in that dreadful "Don't be&amp;nbsp;afraid&amp;nbsp;of the dark" movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-1977950361868624716?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/1977950361868624716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=1977950361868624716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1977950361868624716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1977950361868624716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-of-things-that-made-my-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4263518857816052663</id><published>2011-08-26T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:39:19.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of facebook status updates, if I still had facebook.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) This is a gift. It comes with a price. The scales must be balanced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) I was a heavy heart to carry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Why did I wait so long to download the Florence + the Machine album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Who is to be my Denna?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4263518857816052663?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4263518857816052663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4263518857816052663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4263518857816052663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4263518857816052663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-of-facebook-status-updates-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-5693332609629178537</id><published>2011-08-25T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T07:23:33.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things D'Nell and I will discuss at dinner&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Why D'Nell is hung up on someone else's vaccination beliefs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;D'Nell and I will discuss. I am sure I will laugh my ass off as D'Nell explains this one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)My religious awakening or crisis of faith.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Or, maybe, its a crisis because I'm having faith. Who knows. I think this will take most of the time. I know D'Nell and she loves to talk about stuff like this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) The dreaded friend dumping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I did this. We will discuss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) I will answer the question D'Nell posed that I told her I wouldn't answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-5693332609629178537?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/5693332609629178537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=5693332609629178537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/5693332609629178537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/5693332609629178537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-of-things-dnell-and-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-1953049718972366501</id><published>2011-08-24T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:57:52.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I am pondering.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Do I actually owe him what he wants?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I, based upon our history, don't think I owe him a god damned thing. But, he seems to think I owe him ________________. I don't think I do. And yet, I'm pondering.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Does participating in a special fast, mean I agree with the reason for the special fast?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Why are somethings so hard to figure out, but once you "get it", you think "well, thats not so hard?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Why, when you know a new way of thinking is a healthier way of being, does your brain resist it so hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Did I intentionally make this list cryptic and confusing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;What do you think?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-1953049718972366501?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/1953049718972366501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=1953049718972366501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1953049718972366501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1953049718972366501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-of-things-i-am-pondering.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-3730359107954513639</id><published>2011-08-23T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:01:42.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things of which I am proud&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Six a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Six a day, people. Little victories, but I am going to take it. That means a smoke every three hours. And sometimes, at the end of the third hour, I am not fit for human interaction. But, none the less, six a day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Some recent emotional/psychological/mental breakthroughs. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I done figured some shit out Chick-a-dees. Time to let some things go. I've had some pretty significant moments where things are just clear. My life is not all completely fixed and perfect, but I can see a path towards happiness. When I was in seminary a teacher once said that it was moments like these when the veil was lifted, if only for a bit. I recently found out my father has been adding my name to the prayer roles at the temple. Maybe its helping, because I think God is listening. Why do I think this, you ask? Because God (or somebody up there... maybe the Arch Angel Michael cause he seems like a bad ass.) and I have been a'talkin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Surviving the storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-3730359107954513639?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/3730359107954513639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=3730359107954513639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3730359107954513639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3730359107954513639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-of-things-of-which-i-am-proud-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8118173945655094461</id><published>2011-08-22T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T07:53:32.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I quite enjoy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) A new addition to my personal philosophy "Speak your truth and don't spread your poison."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Sterling Mallory Archer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The show and the man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://martinansin.com/files/gimgs/48_archer-promo-2-full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Making friends and finding people to enrich my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Reminders, found in unlikely spots, that there are good people in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8118173945655094461?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8118173945655094461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8118173945655094461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8118173945655094461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8118173945655094461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-of-things-i-quite-enjoy-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-6779756668111307631</id><published>2011-08-19T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:45:03.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things that made this week great.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Finding my way back to the list.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I've missed it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Letting the emotions out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I could only hold those suckers in for so long. This was the week they all came out to play.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) The peace that comes from letting people see you stripped down, with no&amp;nbsp;defenses, and experience your raw and unforgiving emotions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Holding nothing back and being real, authentic, open and honest. It was hard and easy at the same time. Vulnerability has never been an easy pill to swallow for me. Those close to me know I do a shit ton of stuff and spend a shit ton of energy to prevent myself from being vulnerable. There is a certain level of calm amongst the storm, when one just gives up all defenses and says "This is me. This is who I really am."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Dinner with my brother and his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Completing the entire Smurf village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-6779756668111307631?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/6779756668111307631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=6779756668111307631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6779756668111307631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6779756668111307631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-of-things-that-made-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-1677413447260361527</id><published>2011-08-18T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:17:08.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I want to rediscover about me in my quest to find myself&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;~ Dedicated to one D'Nell Gillespie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) My family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Somewhere along the way, I lost my family. The relationships aren't close. The bond that I feel as though should share, I am missing. I am going to discover them. I started by having dinner with my brother and his family. Next, my sister and her husband.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) My truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I need to discover what is actually true for me. What are my non-negotiables?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Things that make me&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The reverse of this would be letting go of the things that don't make me happy. And with this one, I've already started.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Figuring out how to pin the buttons on my own jacket.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;This one is going to be a tough one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-1677413447260361527?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/1677413447260361527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=1677413447260361527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1677413447260361527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1677413447260361527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-of-things-i-want-to-rediscover.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8260734976939132898</id><published>2011-08-17T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T07:12:43.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of recent status up dates if I still had a Facebook profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) The things I do for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) SMURFETTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Remember Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;strong&gt;Josh Loveless&lt;/strong&gt; always has and always will deal in complete sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Jessica Rabbitt said it right when she said "He makes me laugh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8260734976939132898?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8260734976939132898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8260734976939132898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8260734976939132898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8260734976939132898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-of-recent-status-up-dates-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-3073714288765705189</id><published>2011-08-16T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T07:12:27.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My list of things I've learned recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) I have no empathy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I've discovered that I don't recognize nor understand the feelings of others. One step further, I don't recognize how my actions (whether positive or negative) can have an impact on others (whether positive or negative). Most people don't comment on the positive things, but it is the negative actions that pose a problem. I don't know how I became this way. I don't know if losing empathy was a survival technique or I just never really had it to begin with. I decided to try to find empathy (like I hid it beneath my bed somewhere), but a good friend told me that would be a waste of time. I wonder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) I need to hold a mirror up to my life more often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I recognized an issue that I felt a&amp;nbsp;friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of mine was having. After talking to him for a bit, I began to see that I have disengaged (emotionally, mentally and physically) from the most important people in my life. It was a powerful thing to see. Disengaging from family and friends from a distance is easy to understand. Disengaging from family and friends when they live 15 minutes away is not so easy to understand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Sending a long overdue email was hard, but worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;An email was sent, an explanation was offered, and an apology was given.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Those that are important will always be there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I will always be there for him, whether he knows it or not. But, others, whom I love, will always be there for me. No matter how hard I may have pushed them away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) I might be in love with Ezio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-3073714288765705189?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/3073714288765705189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=3073714288765705189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3073714288765705189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3073714288765705189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-of-things-ive-learned-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-9214441231131612564</id><published>2011-08-15T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T06:39:30.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My list of the things I do for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Drives to the ER at 10 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Let him go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Isn't there some old&amp;nbsp;adage&amp;nbsp;about If you love something set it free...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Love him through his success.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Its easy to love someone through&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;failures, harder to love them through&amp;nbsp;their&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;successes. Think about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Let her in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Even if it is just a peak at a time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Shut it all down and tell him its O.k. to reboot sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Those that matter most will still be there when you get back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-9214441231131612564?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/9214441231131612564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=9214441231131612564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/9214441231131612564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/9214441231131612564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-list-of-things-i-do-for-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-3362139497343906517</id><published>2010-12-13T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:23:31.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nBU9VR2X5g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nBU9VR2X5g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-3362139497343906517?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/3362139497343906517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=3362139497343906517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3362139497343906517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3362139497343906517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4682972498757693666</id><published>2010-12-09T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:44:39.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I am feeling right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;1.) Worried.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I know, I know. Worry, on a psychic level, is wasted energy. But, Im still worried.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.) Excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) Confused as all hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Slightly scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.) Slightly optimistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4682972498757693666?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4682972498757693666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4682972498757693666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4682972498757693666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4682972498757693666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-list-of-things-i-am-feeling-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2097524592496565178</id><published>2010-12-07T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:44:59.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I am, right at this moment, excited about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;1.) Friday night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.) Tomorrow night's dinner with D'Nell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;It done be Melting Pot time again, Ya'll. &amp;nbsp;Bring on the cheese.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) My new&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;CD from Josh A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Almost being done with my Christmas shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.) John Shupe and his foot fungus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2097524592496565178?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2097524592496565178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2097524592496565178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2097524592496565178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2097524592496565178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-list-of-things-i-am-right-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4226789930226313634</id><published>2010-12-06T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T08:26:42.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of my favorite things about Burlesque&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;1.) Cher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img height="380" src="http://makeup411.com/411_product_images/4804_Cher_Burlesque.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I mean, really. She was fantastic. And, we all know that I love me some Cher... but she was really great in this role. REALLY great. I loved her in the show.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.) Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/O/W/W/Burlesque-Cam-Gigandet-photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This guy. I could have spent a lot more of this show looking at this guy. For reals. He done be pretty... eyeliner and all. Don't believe me... lets just check out exhibit A.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img alt="Cam Gigandet twilight star Man Candy Monday: Cam Gigandet" height="400" src="http://www.soldierette.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Cam-Gigandet-twilight-star.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or Exhibit B&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTA2OTY3MjEzNDleQTJeQWpwZ15BbWU3MDc0OTcyNjE@._V1._SX450_SY677_.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I honestly have no idea who in the hell this guy is... but really? Good Lord. And yes, Jack, I am interested in that box of cookies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) The Burlesque Lounge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I know the Burlesque could never really exist... but how cool would it be if it did. Fun Fun Fun!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Christina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.gearlive.com/filmcrunch/blogimages/christina-aguilera-burlesque1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christina wasn't that bad. I was expecting a train wreck. I was pleasantly surprised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.) Stanley Tucci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gingerliu.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/stanley-tucci.jpg?w=337&amp;amp;h=499" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Im pretty sure I am going to see any movie with this fella in it. I always love him. Always. He is great.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4226789930226313634?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4226789930226313634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4226789930226313634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4226789930226313634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4226789930226313634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-list-of-my-favorite-things-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-5462909756804266087</id><published>2010-12-02T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:46:51.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I don't understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;1.) My love affair with Katy Perry that is happening right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.upi.com/Entertainment/b59ab4b1ed068eb624489926a9d195ac/Katy-Perry-performs-at-the-Victorias-Secret-Fashion-show-in-New-York_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I know... she was part of the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show and that helped... but I've been loving her for a while. I didn't so much with the first album... but this second time around. I am really loving it. Plus, in her new video for&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Firework&lt;/u&gt;, this happens:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://theinspirationroom.com/daily/musicvideos/2010/11/katy-perry-firework.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and who doesn't love that. I would love to have fireworks shoot out of my chest... and just think of all the dates I would get. &amp;nbsp;I don't get it... but I LOVE her right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.) Why I have still yet to see Burlesque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2010/08/aguilera-burlesque/christina-aguilera-cher-burlesque-poster-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;UUUUhhhhhhmmmm... I don't get it either. This weekend...this weekend it will happen. Don't hate me, Cher. Please!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) Men who stay home from work when their wives are sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I don't get this. I just don't. I have been pretty sick before, but still able to function. Plus, when Im sick... Im not doing a whole hell of a lot... Im lying there... usually moan and sometimes vomiting. Do I need someone to stay home and help me with either one of those items. NO. &amp;nbsp;I would not ever expect someone to stay home to take care of me... and yet, at least in my office, men stay home to take care of&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;sick wives all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-5462909756804266087?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/5462909756804266087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=5462909756804266087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/5462909756804266087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/5462909756804266087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-list-of-things-i-dont-understand-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8627741661173914458</id><published>2010-12-01T10:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:51:25.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A list of my favorite things about the season.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;1.) The Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I know, I know, I KNOW. But, I really do like it. In fact, I thought last nights fashion show was one of the better ones. The music was good. The set was great. The models all looked good. I just really really REALLY love the fashion show. And the 2 Million Dollar Bra was pretty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.) The holiday adds and such on TV.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;For what ever reason, I kind of like them. Maybe its just the reminder of Christmas. I"m always a bit sad come December 26th when you don't see those adds anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) The fact that I can count on going to the Melting Pot with D'Nell for dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;It seems to me that we save the Melting Pot as a special December treat. This year is no exception.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Buying things for myself and claiming they are from the dog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;What? I'm pretty sure Baxter wants me to have that vest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8627741661173914458?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8627741661173914458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8627741661173914458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8627741661173914458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8627741661173914458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/12/list-of-my-favorite-things-about-season.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4195519916605885148</id><published>2010-11-29T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:54:30.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things that made me happy this weekend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;1.) New friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.) The snowy day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I love it when it snows all day. It seems so nice to just stay in as it snows and snows and I can just stay all cozy in my pajamas and do nothing but let the earth get covered.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) Getting some Christmas shopping done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Sales at Express where things are 45% off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;UHHHHHHHHHH.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.) &amp;nbsp;Hanging out with the in-laws of my in-laws.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Go figure that out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4195519916605885148?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4195519916605885148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4195519916605885148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4195519916605885148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4195519916605885148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-list-of-things-that-made-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-3454431028619525431</id><published>2010-11-22T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:25:35.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I can't decide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;1.) Get an iPhone or an iPod touch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I hate my blackberry. HATE. I need a new phone. I've been thinking that when I get a new phone I would just get a regular old flip phone. I also need a new iPod. So, I was thinking about getting an iPod touch... but realized... if I want the iPod touch... why not just get the iPhone. Probably would save me some money because I'm not buying both items. &amp;nbsp;But, I just don't know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.) What to get him for Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) What to get myself for Christmas?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;One could say, "Why dont' you ask for things for Christmas?" Nope, I'd prefer not to be let down... I'll just buy things for myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Did I like the most recent installment of the Harry Potter movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-3454431028619525431?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/3454431028619525431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=3454431028619525431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3454431028619525431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3454431028619525431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-list-of-things-i-cant-decide-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2109659549842412896</id><published>2010-10-26T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T11:49:45.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things which perplex me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) It has been brought to my attention, A LOT lately, that I am unapproachable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Or, that I give off an unapproachable attitude. Even when I'm trying to be all nice and approachable. This Sunday, I made a big attempt to appear NICE and APPROACHABLE and apparently, by someone who witnessed said attempt, I failed miserably.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.)Is this true?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Do I really put off an unapproachable vibe?? Really?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) I always find myself wonderfully charming and funny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;How is it possible that other people do not see that? Michael says I give off the vibe on purpose. That I&amp;nbsp;knowingly&amp;nbsp;put it out there that I am not approachable. Does that mean I get some level of satisfaction appearing&amp;nbsp;unapproachable&amp;nbsp;to people?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) How many people see through my bullshit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5.) Is it important for me to appear unapproachable to people?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Could I let that go?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2109659549842412896?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2109659549842412896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2109659549842412896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2109659549842412896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2109659549842412896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-list-of-things-which-perplex-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8611347084231883105</id><published>2010-10-25T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:54:27.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list sad things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) One year ago right now we were on the cruise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;It was wonderful and a fantastic adventure. Im sad that it was a year ago. Good news, we are planning a cruise to Alaska. Well, correction... I am planning the cruise to Alaska... he is just invited to come along.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) Measurements today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Ugggeth. Taking a month off really set me back a bit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) Still a wee bit sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Im slowly getting back to me. The good news is I know how to get back to me... in fact... an even better me. I just seems like such a long process.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) "Speaking your truth" sometimes is a lot harder than one would think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8611347084231883105?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8611347084231883105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8611347084231883105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8611347084231883105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8611347084231883105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-list-sad-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4820972174580296759</id><published>2010-10-21T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:40:44.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of stuff I am excited about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) My last day of this all day training nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) A story I heard today that shows me that there is still good left in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) My upcoming Alaskan Cruise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I haven't really booked it yet... but I know I am going some time next year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) My new outlook on life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Its all about speaking your truth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5.) A really good Tarot Reading last night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks Aspen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4820972174580296759?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4820972174580296759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4820972174580296759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4820972174580296759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4820972174580296759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-list-of-stuff-i-am-excited-about-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-3693710421812976104</id><published>2010-10-18T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:33:24.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of good things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Going to see&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Thriller&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Hello Mummy. How are you today? All is well. Good to hear. Can I just take a bite out of your ass? Thanks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.)&amp;nbsp;Having&amp;nbsp;a good and emotionally freeing weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Catharsis is fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) Knowing that we've had years and years to change and grow up and mature... things will NEVER change between Aspen and I.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.)&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;The book&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Passage. I done like it, ya'll.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-3693710421812976104?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/3693710421812976104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=3693710421812976104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3693710421812976104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3693710421812976104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-list-of-good-things-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2019424025095102015</id><published>2010-10-11T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T09:33:30.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things for which I am thankful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Being a friend of Margaret Ruth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This is a wonderful woman and spiritual guide. Everyone should be so lucky to have a&amp;nbsp;spiritual&amp;nbsp;guide like her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) The first chapter in Margaret Ruth's new book.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;One thought in that book unraveled a whole mess of stuff for me. One easy squeezy thought that makes my world so much easier.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) Hot coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) Finally being finished with a big mess of a goal I was working on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I completed it yesterday morning and thought "Yay. &amp;nbsp;Now what?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5.) The Kenneth Cole Grommett collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2019424025095102015?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2019424025095102015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2019424025095102015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2019424025095102015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2019424025095102015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-list-of-things-for-which-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-7635505436193016652</id><published>2010-10-07T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:09:38.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A list of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Just a Guy by BC Jean.&lt;em&gt; Fantastic. Love it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=So7yMzzMreg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=So7yMzzMreg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Modern Family on ABC. &lt;em&gt;Seriously, this show be some funny shit. The funniest I've seen in a long time. I love it. LOVE IT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Jesse Tyler Ferguson. &lt;em&gt;Love his character on Modern Family... plus I think he is kind of SEXY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) And speaking of SEXY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="553" src="http://rachelsutherland.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/tom_ford.jpg" width="442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello Tom Ford. Do you need me for anything... like to be your boyfriend. Because I'll do it. I am available if you need me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-7635505436193016652?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/7635505436193016652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=7635505436193016652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7635505436193016652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7635505436193016652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/10/list-of-my-favorite-things-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-86224286398382839</id><published>2010-10-04T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:48:39.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of my favorite things about this season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) The chill in the air.&lt;em&gt; I don't know why... but I always like it when the air gets that first chill in it. Where it is ok to go home, put on some pajama bottoms and a sweat shirt, grab a blanket (a purple afghan, if you will) and spend your night reading.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Pumpkin Spice Lattes make a come back. &lt;em&gt;Not that I drink them, but if I did... I would be in heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) A month or so away from the flannel sheets going back on the bed. &lt;em&gt;A little known fact about me... I like sleeping with weight on me. The heavier the better. So... thin little cotton sheets from the summer don't cut it. Flannel sheets, a comforter, a duvet and a quilt to get me through the winter nights.... all of that on me... HEAVEN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Jacket season. &lt;em&gt;I love my jackets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Stephen King always releases in the fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-86224286398382839?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/86224286398382839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=86224286398382839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/86224286398382839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/86224286398382839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-list-of-my-favorite-things-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-7002776026073582254</id><published>2010-10-01T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:16:31.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My theme song... for right now:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ACiLJ-AGK8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ACiLJ-AGK8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-7002776026073582254?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/7002776026073582254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=7002776026073582254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7002776026073582254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7002776026073582254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-theme-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8641499542594280617</id><published>2010-09-30T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:47:25.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of songs I'm playing over and over again right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;em&gt;Rocket&lt;/em&gt; by Goldfrapp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;em&gt;Strip Me&lt;/em&gt; by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;em&gt; Stronger&lt;/em&gt; by Brittany Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;em&gt;Since you been gone&lt;/em&gt; by Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;em&gt;Burned with desire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8641499542594280617?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8641499542594280617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8641499542594280617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8641499542594280617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8641499542594280617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-list-of-songs-im-playing-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-6847909859612313646</id><published>2010-09-27T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:08:31.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I covet... Covet, I tell you. COVET!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Mind Control - Kenneth Cole" src="http://kcp.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pKCP-6115023v383x392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really am in love with these boots right now. I kind of/really REALLY want them. REALLY want them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.)&lt;img src="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is-viewers/dhtml/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;fantastic&amp;nbsp;Wool Baseball Jacket from Express that for some reason I can not upload a pic right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I love Love LOVE it. I'm thinking it will become my winter coat this season.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.)&lt;img src="http://www.destination360.com/cruises/images/royal-caribbean-cruise-line.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm coveting some sort of cruise right now. I really want to go again. Some where fantastic... and warm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.)&lt;img src="http://americandreamcars.com/1939forddeluxewoodywagonsr1108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have always... ALWAYS loved the Woodie Wagon. And, I happen to find this one super sexy and cute. The White Wall tires... I just love it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-6847909859612313646?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/6847909859612313646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=6847909859612313646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6847909859612313646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6847909859612313646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-list-of-things-i-covet.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2976733068705338956</id><published>2010-09-24T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:15:26.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I wish I could say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) You were right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;You don't even know, but you were right. You don't even know how right you are. But you were right. I was to stupid or clueless to see it. I know you probably wont read this... but you were right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) I lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) I miss you. I miss my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5.) Don't worry. Tomorrow it will be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2976733068705338956?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2976733068705338956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2976733068705338956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2976733068705338956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2976733068705338956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-list-of-things-i-wish-i-could-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8172420838520123946</id><published>2010-09-22T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:02:06.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of things I learned yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Looking in a mirror that is reflecting your life is hard. &lt;em&gt;Its hard to see your life actually reflected back. You can cover your life for so long but ultimately you have to look at it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Doing what I did, because of what I was most affraid of, only served to keep me in a situation where all I have is what I am most affraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I spent a lot of energy and time keeping people far away from me... and right where I wanted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Sometimes, you hear things, and you really can't 'unring that bell'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8172420838520123946?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8172420838520123946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8172420838520123946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8172420838520123946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8172420838520123946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-list-of-things-i-learned-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-1661055912238017797</id><published>2010-09-17T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T09:33:06.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My list of hard things on the&amp;nbsp;horizon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Sitting on my hands and letting what is coming... come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) Not playing the tilt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I've never, EVER been good at not playing the tilt. This time, the tilt will not win.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) Making it through this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) Tuesday at 2:00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-1661055912238017797?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/1661055912238017797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=1661055912238017797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1661055912238017797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1661055912238017797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-list-of-hard-things-on-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4583754132430220627</id><published>2010-09-15T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:17:03.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A list of my wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) My wish, for her, is comfort and peace. &lt;em&gt;She is so brave. Far braver that I could ever be. She has faced something so difficult. Selfishly, I don't think I could have done it... and yet, she did it... does it selflessly. I cannot give her assurance. I wish, though, for her to find comfort and for her to find peace, somewhere, in this scary time of "What If".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) My wish, for him, is to know. &lt;em&gt;To know how much I love him. To know how much I value his friendship. To know that shooting zombies is one of the best memories I have. To know that my life is a better place with him in it. To know that I admire him for the husband he is and the father he will be. To know that my heart breaks every time his does. To know that he is one of the greatest men I know... and one of the best frieds I have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) My wish, for them, is happiness. &lt;em&gt;They have earned it. They deserve it. And, I want it for them so bad. If I could do anything to help I would. I hope they know that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~In the book that is my memory, on the page that begins the chapter of the day I met you [both], appear the words 'Here begins a new life.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxoxox ~ I love you both!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4583754132430220627?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4583754132430220627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4583754132430220627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4583754132430220627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4583754132430220627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/list-of-my-wishes-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-6988799742241291603</id><published>2010-09-14T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:10:41.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I covet</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sonofthesouth.net/revolutionary-war/maps/old-world-map.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-6988799742241291603?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/6988799742241291603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=6988799742241291603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6988799742241291603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6988799742241291603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-covet.html' title='I covet'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-6034166032623823348</id><published>2010-09-14T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:04:27.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;1.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The I" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2358/2448399269_cd3c344fdf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.)&lt;img src="http://visualpalate.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/confusion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.)&lt;img src="http://thebreakthrough.org/blog/2008/04/29/hiding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.)&lt;img src="http://www.artlex.com/ArtLex/r/images/wyeth.christina.lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.)&lt;img src="http://www.treehugger.com/Spinning-Vortex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-6034166032623823348?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/6034166032623823348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=6034166032623823348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6034166032623823348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6034166032623823348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2358/2448399269_cd3c344fdf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-7365637379918643428</id><published>2010-09-13T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:41:05.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of great things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Finally being honest with a true friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He deserved a lot better than I ever gave him. He deserved to know everything from the start. He had every right to never speak to me again. Instead, he&amp;nbsp;withheld&amp;nbsp;judgement, saw me at my most&amp;nbsp;vulnerable&amp;nbsp;and was a great friend. Thanks for everything, Man that Ruined Everything!!!! I said it Saturday and I'll say it again... Im happy, that after 5 years, we are where we are. xoxo!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) Life going from this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coastergallery.com/2003/Coaster1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecoastercritic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/dragon_wagon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still some bumps... still some up and downs... but I AM GOOD Ya'll.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) Plans, Plans and Plans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, I get it. As Eric says "You are a control freak." And yes, I like to plan things. When I am planning things, I feel as thought things are back under my control. When I have things back under my control I feel at peace. And a Josh at peace is a good Josh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) Alcide being back on TrueBlood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And if you've forgotten who Alcide is... here is your&amp;nbsp;gratuitous&amp;nbsp;reminder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://coldangrybed.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/true_blood_9_crimes_alcide_shirtless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alcide, so nice to see you again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The finale was not OK... but you, Alcide, are always welcome.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.) Supernatural Season 5 out on DVD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Winchester boys... here I come.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-7365637379918643428?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/7365637379918643428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=7365637379918643428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7365637379918643428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7365637379918643428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-list-of-great-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2576586676508685295</id><published>2010-09-10T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:10:18.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of things I would save if my house caught fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Baxter, the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) The Dark Tower. &lt;em&gt;I couldn't live with myself if Roland burned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) The picture of us at the melting pot.&lt;em&gt; Its one of the few of us together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) The body pillow.&lt;em&gt; Ima need something to cuddle with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) The Marilyn Merlot. &lt;em&gt;And the Norma Jean Merlot. This will require many trips. Good thing my house wont burn that fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2576586676508685295?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2576586676508685295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2576586676508685295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2576586676508685295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2576586676508685295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-list-of-things-i-would-save-if-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2049431877172764072</id><published>2010-09-08T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:43:40.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My list of things I do not miss about working out in the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Eye-watering foot odor in the locker room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ok... maybe this only happened tonight but f'reals. That was awful. AWFUL. You need to get your self some socks buddy. Or an ability to smell your revolting self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) The lack of equipment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;When I am here at 0600 I have my pick of the equipment. I don't like to wait my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) No-neck douchers who spend most of their evening pondering that image of&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;preening self in the mirror.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;You tell 'em, Carly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) The constant fight with my desire to say "F" It and go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2049431877172764072?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2049431877172764072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2049431877172764072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2049431877172764072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2049431877172764072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-list-of-things-i-do-not-miss-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-5133461177199044333</id><published>2010-09-07T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T11:43:55.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of my favorite DC memories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Seeing the ruby slippers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I admit, I totally queened out over the ruby slippers. Ok... lets be honest... I queened out over the ruby slippers and seeing the first lady&amp;nbsp;inauguration&amp;nbsp;gowns. But, it really was the ruby slippers. I felt, though, that they should have been in more of a ceremonial place in the Smithsonian. They were just kind of sitting out amongst other less important things... like Kermit the Frog (who is smaller than I thought) and Archie Bunkers living room. But, yes, I got to see the Ruby Slippers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://mommylife.net/archives/2009/11/28/ruby-slippers-from-wizard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.) Walking the National Mall with Eric.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;We just had fun. We were laughing and joking the whole time. And, even though I was a total tourist and wanted to take 17 pictures of everything, he never got annoyed and told me to hurry. He just let me history nerd it up and take all the Photogs I wanted. Even at the end, when we were both tired from walking 8 miles, we still had fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) The Holocaust Museum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;This is interesting to put this as a favorite memory. It wasn't fun. I didn't laugh. I don't even know if I would go again. But, the Holocaust museum was such a powerful, intense experience I had to put it on the list. It was an incredible experience. I learned a tremendous amount... about that period in time... and about group think... the power of authority and persuasion...and about mankind can treat each other. The Holocaust museum was an intense experience that I'll not soon forget. Thank you, Eric, for sharing it with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Friday night and the night on the town.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I'll admit, I thought I wasn't going to like it. I don't normally do the bar scene. But this, for various reasons, was a good night and I had a lot of fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.) Seeing the "The Raising of the Flag at Iwo Jima" memorial.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;This meant a lot to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-5133461177199044333?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/5133461177199044333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=5133461177199044333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/5133461177199044333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/5133461177199044333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-list-of-my-favorite-dc-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8975467696179559031</id><published>2010-09-02T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:00:53.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you suppose James Stewart will sit by me on the plane?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://assets.espn.go.com/photo/2008/1115/travel_g_washingtondc_580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8975467696179559031?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8975467696179559031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8975467696179559031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8975467696179559031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8975467696179559031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-suppose-james-stewart-will-sit.html' title='Do you suppose James Stewart will sit by me on the plane?'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8643513033501732620</id><published>2010-09-02T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T10:59:09.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I am excited to do in DC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Hang out with Eric.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We done going to do this town up right, ya'll.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) See the National Mall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Apparently, they do not have a Kenneth Cole at the National Mall and I am a tad bit disappointed by that. But, they have other stuff to see... like monuments and stuff.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) Visit the Holocaust&amp;nbsp;museum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I've wanted to go to the Holocaust&amp;nbsp;Museum&amp;nbsp;since I heard about it how ever long ago. This will probably be a complete and total debbie-downer... but hopefully we can still get in. We will probably just go at the start of the day and then take a bucket full of mood elevators when we are done. Yay mood elevators.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) Visit something called "The Harris Teater".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5.) Witness the couch for my own two eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I'll not pass judgement on the couch until I have seen it. But once I have seen it... judgement will be passed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8643513033501732620?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8643513033501732620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8643513033501732620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8643513033501732620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8643513033501732620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-list-of-things-i-am-excited-to-do-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2284226848642800982</id><published>2010-09-01T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:20:50.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of things you should not assume about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) That I am a dog person. &lt;em&gt;I have a dog. I like my dog. MY dog. Just because I own a dog and like my dog does NOT mean I like your dog. Your dog could be a butt-hole for all I know. I like my dog. Thats it. I'm not a dog person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) That my ego is so fragile that I need you to agree with my opinion... even if it is obvious that you do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) That staying thin comes easy to me. &lt;em&gt;It doesn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) That I want, or some how need, your unsolicited opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2284226848642800982?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2284226848642800982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2284226848642800982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2284226848642800982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2284226848642800982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-list-of-things-you-should-not-assume.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-9214302712309108931</id><published>2010-08-31T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T09:20:53.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I need to do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Friend dump someone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I have a person in my life... well, now that I think about it, several people in my life that I no longer want in my life. I need to figure out a way to dump them. I really am no longer interested in having any form of communication with these people... PERIOD!! But, I am guilt ridden and I don't want to make them feel bad. Why, you may ask, am I taking ownership of&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;feelings? The easy answer is I don't know. And yet. Anywho, any suggestions??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.) Visit the chocolate shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) Study for my class this afternoon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I really don't want to study. AT ALL. And yet, given the train wreck that was yesterday's class.... I best study. And yet... Oohhhh... shiny thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Watch an episode or two of Archer or maybe the ten I still need to watch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I have a feeling there might be a quiz or two coming up and I don't want to fail. I really want to pass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-9214302712309108931?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/9214302712309108931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=9214302712309108931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/9214302712309108931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/9214302712309108931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-things-i-need-to-do-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-10523846338008838</id><published>2010-08-30T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:58:36.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of things about AVATAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) It was pretty. I'll give it that... the movie was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Unobtainium???? Come on James Cameron. Give your audience some credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Why-o-why was the robot outfitted with a robot sized machette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) If they have sex with their hair, how do they use condoms? Thanks Eric. Also, they used that same thing to tap into the animal... ICCKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Sigourney Weaver was cool. It was nice to see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-10523846338008838?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/10523846338008838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=10523846338008838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/10523846338008838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/10523846338008838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-things-about-avatar-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-7631827267569561589</id><published>2010-08-25T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:18:47.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of things I hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crock pots. &lt;em&gt;One meaning... but tied to two different reasons why I hate crock pots. What ever you put in those things just stews there... all day... until you open it up and hope that it doesn't poison you. They just seem like a breeding ground for poisonous gas and/or food borne pathogens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) The word 'Veggie'.&lt;em&gt; I am comfortable saying I hate the word 'Veggie'. A close friend of mine recently told me that he finds it cute and endearing when I get caught up in the minutiae. I politely informed him that my seething hatred for all things Taylor Swift should not be called 'Minutae'. I bring this up, because my hatred of the word 'Veggie' should, also, not be categorized as minutiae.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Pressing linen pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Stumbling across an old forgotten about pic on my old cell phone... and having a total melt down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-7631827267569561589?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/7631827267569561589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=7631827267569561589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7631827267569561589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7631827267569561589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-things-i-hate-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4437287474232265964</id><published>2010-08-24T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:42:49.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) What the bloody hell was that? &lt;i&gt;This is in regards to the movie "Inception". I went to see this movie last weekend and Im still not entirely sure I got it. There were some dreams happening, there was Juno, there was some cool zero gravity fighting, there was super cute this fella&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/S/u/V/joseph-gordon-levitt-inception-prem-pic3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but mostly, there was just a whole hell of a lot of confusion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Did I knowingly, and willingly, pay to go see a Leonardo DiCrapio movie?&lt;i&gt; Did I really?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Will I actually see it this time? &lt;i&gt;You may or may not be aware but AVATAR is being rereleased. I am going to go see it. I AM. I promise. I'm doing it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Wanna start some form of office poll slasha place bets on the changes that I will actually see AVATAR?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4437287474232265964?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4437287474232265964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4437287474232265964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4437287474232265964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4437287474232265964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-questions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-7084007747004286469</id><published>2010-08-23T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:24:18.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of things that made me feel successful today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) 30 Pull-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) 50 Push-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) 50 Straight leg dead lifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) 50 Windmill/Ab Crunches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) 50 Box Jumps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-7084007747004286469?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/7084007747004286469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=7084007747004286469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7084007747004286469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7084007747004286469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-things-that-made-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8846130741200381823</id><published>2010-08-20T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:43:12.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of good things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spreadit.org/pics/True-Blood-Exposed-for-Rolling-Stone-Magazine-Cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you kidding me????????&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8846130741200381823?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8846130741200381823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8846130741200381823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8846130741200381823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8846130741200381823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-good-things-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4387082446544856863</id><published>2010-08-19T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:40:46.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of good things that happened today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) The class went better than expected.&lt;em&gt; Don't get me wrong, the class was a complete El-Nightmare-o, but it actaully went better than I thought. Michael handled it with ease. I would have broken down crying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I got a new song for the playlist. &lt;em&gt;It done be a good one ya'll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Finding out I can wear jeans to work tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;I don't know if the person who told me I can wear jeans has the right to approve this for me... but I'm doing it anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Nikki found herself a man. &lt;em&gt;Sure, he was a 24 year old BYU grad. Sure he was a complete doucher. Sure, he looked like a return missionairy in his white button up shirt and ugly tie. Sure, he is a fan of that hot tranny mess known as Taylor Swift (he clicked 'Like' on Taylor Facebook page). He does have some glaring red flags. But, Nikki is a 30 year old spinster now. She doesn't have time to be choosey. Go get him, Nikki, Go Get HIM. Im serious... he might be your only option left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4387082446544856863?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4387082446544856863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4387082446544856863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4387082446544856863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4387082446544856863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-good-things-that-happened_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-1792165873815496849</id><published>2010-08-16T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T14:16:37.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A list of my favorite things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) The final episode of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;BattleStar Galactica. I know, I know... you are all probably tired of hearing about this show. But, that is only because you didn't watch it. Had you watched the show, you would realize how wonderful it is. And, I watched the final episode yesterday and I was a MESS. About 15 minutes in to the episode I started crying... and I didn't stop crying for the remaining 90 minutes. It really was some great TV. I've been thinking a lot on it. A LOT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) The President and the Admiral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f97gXEQkmUo/SZX32VEPG8I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/aDSXRXs7NZs/s400/BSG+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I am a softie at heart... but the story of these two was wonderful for me. It was soft and subtle (usually) and I loved it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) This Fella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:oF15so0PAoRXZM:http://bamber.beautiful-letdown.org/images/albums/magazines/TVGuide(canadian)/normal_001.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lee Adama... or Jamie Bamber... you make me go weak!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) This lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Imported/Editorial/A-B/Battlestar_Galactica_Cylons/Battlestar-Cylons-TriciaHelfer12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I did love the sixes... in all her many forms.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5.) Weeds season six starting tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-1792165873815496849?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/1792165873815496849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=1792165873815496849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1792165873815496849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1792165873815496849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/list-of-my-favorite-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f97gXEQkmUo/SZX32VEPG8I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/aDSXRXs7NZs/s72-c/BSG+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-189883661715446653</id><published>2010-08-13T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:49:55.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things you should not do with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Get me drunk on Tequilla.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It is not pretty. DO NOT do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) Speak to me while I am reading.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I've mentioned this before. But now that I have a Nook in my hands, people think its Ok to strike up a conversation about the nook. NOPE. Still not Ok. I am still reading. DO NOT speak to me if I am reading. Don't!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) Beller at me from across a parking lot and expect me to answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) Ride&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The Tower of Terror&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Unless you are prepared to hear a string of profanity that would make a sailor blush... do not ride Tower of Terror with me. Just don't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-189883661715446653?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/189883661715446653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=189883661715446653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/189883661715446653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/189883661715446653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-things-you-should-not-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8570446934488615184</id><published>2010-08-13T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T13:53:48.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memo:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dear friends, family, colleagues, frenemies, assholes, and slow walkers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Somewhere in the Bible (past the part forbidding the mixing of different textiles) the Baby Jebus/John Lennon decrees "There is a season turn, turn, turn..."&amp;nbsp; and then proceeds to list several things that come in and out of season.&amp;nbsp; Here is the list (roughly paraphrased):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; A time to be born, a time to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; A time to sow, a time to reap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; A time to laugh, a time to weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; A time to botox, a time to age gracefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; A time to stroll leisurely across the street, a time to hurry the fuck up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; A time for big hair, a time for small hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; A time to chat, a time to leave me the HELL alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;For today's scripture study, I would like to focus on item #7 because several of you seem to be struggling with it. If I answer your call, your IM, your text message, your telegraph, or your carrier pigeon (or if I initiate any of said communiques) it means it is time to chat.&amp;nbsp; ON THE OTHER HAND, if I ignore you, I am not playing hard to get and encouraging you to try harder.&amp;nbsp; I need you to STFU and, as our Lord put it, leave me the HELL alone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Don't take it personally.&amp;nbsp; It's me, not you.&amp;nbsp; I am probably manstrating and really it's for your own good.&amp;nbsp; But just to make it clear, leave me a message and MOVE ON.&amp;nbsp; It's the fucking Information Age and I will get back to you when I am in a better emotional place.&amp;nbsp; Your repeated efforts to unsuccessfully contact me but successfully irritate me will not speed that process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Thanks very much-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; People who walk slowly through the crosswalk while I am making a left turn, please see #5.&amp;nbsp; Old people who drive in my blind spot, please see #1 having clearly failed #4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8570446934488615184?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8570446934488615184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8570446934488615184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8570446934488615184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8570446934488615184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-friends-family-colleagues.html' title='Memo:'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-3056249160660314487</id><published>2010-08-12T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:07:33.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of things the suprised me today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) My job totally changing. &lt;em&gt;I really don't know what is going on with it right now. I really have no idea. Its frustrating.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) A found camera cord and all that came with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Stella.&lt;em&gt; I guess I wasn't so surprised. D'Nell and I have had good luck this whole year of newness. Stella didn't let down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-3056249160660314487?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/3056249160660314487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=3056249160660314487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3056249160660314487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3056249160660314487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-things-suprised-me-today-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-1838521929208965904</id><published>2010-08-11T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:50:15.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of things I'm going to miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Her nonsense and foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Stealing cokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) All the things we did... just for funsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) A standing lunch date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) A song to greet me each morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-1838521929208965904?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/1838521929208965904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=1838521929208965904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1838521929208965904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1838521929208965904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-things-im-going-to-miss-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4795984934362041934</id><published>2010-08-09T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:49:31.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of good things that happened this weekend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Getting completely smashed on Friday night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;A bottle of Pinot Grigio later and this girl was tanked. I'm pretty sure a series of bad things happened in my drunken state. I may hang my head in shame and&amp;nbsp;embarrassment. And why do I hang my head... why did bad things happen? Because I had no gummi bears around to protect me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) My lunch with Marc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Marc-y always makes me feel better. Always! He done be my bestie ya'll.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) Making, finally, a decision to take action.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;And, I'm surprisingly not freaked out about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Hanging out, for a bit, with my family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The swim party was fun. I looked good. I left.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.) Finally raising the Squidgy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4795984934362041934?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4795984934362041934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4795984934362041934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4795984934362041934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4795984934362041934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-good-things-that-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-8071228443797060436</id><published>2010-08-04T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:21:53.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/chronicle/acrobat/2010/08/04/Prop-8-Ruling-FINAL.pdf?tsp=1"&gt;http://www.sfgate.com/chronicle/acrobat/2010/08/04/Prop-8-Ruling-FINAL.pdf?tsp=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-8071228443797060436?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/8071228443797060436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=8071228443797060436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8071228443797060436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/8071228443797060436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-9032811882402277824</id><published>2010-08-04T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T09:59:26.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of locker room no-nos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Putting your gym bag in front of my locker.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Actually, putting your gym back in front of any locker that isn't yours. There is a rather large dressing room outside of the showers. I'm all good if you don't want to rent a locker. Go for it. But STOP depositing your shit in front of my locker. Now, I have to move it. And believe me, I'm getting less and less nice when I have to move your stuff. People use the lockers don't block them with your shit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) Putting your gym bag, or other&amp;nbsp;paraphernalia, on the stool(s).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Those stools are provided for folks to sit on when they are done with their work out and are trying to undress. It is not a table. STOP using it as such. Seriously. You can see me balancing on one foot, trying to take my shoes off with out falling over and you keep your bag there. You inconsiderate A-HOLE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) Sing or whistling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Any kind of musical activity does not belong in the locker room. For reals, I don't want to hear it. And, its kind of creepy. And by 'kind of', I mean totally. Stop doing it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) Walking from the shower to your locker without toweling off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;WTF? Would you do this at your house? Roam around, dripping wet, completely nude? I think you probably wouldn't. So, just because somebody else must come in and mop up after your dumb ass, it is ok to do this? REALLY? Or, are you just that stupid?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5.) Trying to engage me in conversation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We all know, I do not engage in conversations in the mens room. I find it skeevy. Guess what, there are toilets just down the way in this locker room so this now counts as a mens room. I don't want to talk. Also, I am naked (or close to it) and you are naked (or close to it) and I have no... NO desire to speak. NONE. Don't try to talk to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-9032811882402277824?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/9032811882402277824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=9032811882402277824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/9032811882402277824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/9032811882402277824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-locker-room-no-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4630271129492883064</id><published>2010-08-02T20:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:03:51.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of things I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) My playlist. I have a playlist, chick-a-dees. A song gets added to it everyday. They are good songs. They make my day better. I look forward tomorrow's song... and the next day's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ship. This ship is falling apart and I'm having a hard time with that. Its interesting, though, how the ship is a metaphor for the show and what is happening on it. It was a good series, ya'll. I'm excited for the wrap-up... but SAD. The bright side is, no more BSG posts, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) The fact that my dog does not have an ear infection. Good news, ya'll... but he did have a whole mess of earwax down there. Who knew, dogs get ear wax? Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Nationwide Wi-Fi, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Telling Michael how happy I am that he is back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4630271129492883064?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4630271129492883064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4630271129492883064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4630271129492883064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4630271129492883064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-list-of-things-i-care-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4595077277439175629</id><published>2010-07-29T14:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:43:28.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of good things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) A long over due phone conversation with a good friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It was really fun to chat about nothing... but laugh while doing it. Plus, he may have talked me down of the ledge of horror I am currently on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) One of my best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;gets back from vacation tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I've missed him. This place has been the suck with him gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) My best gay friend telling me I could model underwear for him anytime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;This was fantastic. Its good to know that Marc thinks I still got it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) The gang is getting back together tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;At least I think the whole gang is getting back together. Now I just hope the whole gang is in a good mood or Eric may have to up and cut a bitch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.) Being disturbed and creeped out by the book I am reading.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Its been a while since this has happened. But one sentence at the end of the second chapter really disturbed me. This is going to be a good book.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4595077277439175629?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4595077277439175629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4595077277439175629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4595077277439175629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4595077277439175629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-list-of-good-things-1_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2016310893137262055</id><published>2010-07-28T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:05:52.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of professions I would like to try.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Tarot Card Reader.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I can read the cards, we all know this. I would like, one day, to do it for a living. I don't know if reader counts as a career in the strictest sense... but its my list, chick-a-dees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ3wHw2dXCPod8KV4UGgAi3U5zEVRRPYhbc92juCMPECrcN2SI&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__R_-IBYca7oxhrP692QrMroh-cIM=" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.) Public Relations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) Cruise director.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;When I was on the cruise, it looked like this person had a ton of fun. I think I would be good at this... if I didn't have a general disregard for most people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Math Teacher.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;So then I could go to math conferences and be a hot math nerd.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.) Underwear model.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Mostly just because I want the body.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;--&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2016310893137262055?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2016310893137262055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2016310893137262055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2016310893137262055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2016310893137262055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-list-of-professions-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2685895634640850215</id><published>2010-07-27T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:22:03.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A list of my favorite things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) My Barnes and Noble Nook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I'll admit, I thought I would hate using a reader for a long time. &amp;nbsp;But, I can honestly say, my Nook is one of my favorite things. I heart it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) "Do I need a flying mount to get there?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Love it. I must remember, though, that a few short months ago that was me asking those same stupid questions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) The nuclear luanch that was detected.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So excited for this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) My continued adventures with Roland.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This is only the second time I've read any thing past Wizards and Glass. I'm excited to go back on these journeys with Roland and his crew.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5.) Alcide's ass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Didja all see this? You should have. Holy Shit. It was beautiful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2685895634640850215?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2685895634640850215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2685895634640850215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2685895634640850215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2685895634640850215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/07/list-of-my-favorite-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4366337276470177077</id><published>2010-07-16T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:34:15.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco... Open your Golden Gates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;There's Brooklyn Bridge, London Bridge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;And the Bridge of San Louis Rey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;But the only bridge, that's a real gone bridge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Is the bridge accross the bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/TECJhZuHpJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/bgB-ZTK6k34/s1600/DSI_Seismic_Retrofit_Golden_Gate_Bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/TECJhZuHpJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/bgB-ZTK6k34/s320/DSI_Seismic_Retrofit_Golden_Gate_Bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4366337276470177077?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4366337276470177077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4366337276470177077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4366337276470177077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4366337276470177077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/07/san-francisco-open-your-golden-gates.html' title='San Francisco... Open your Golden Gates'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/TECJhZuHpJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/bgB-ZTK6k34/s72-c/DSI_Seismic_Retrofit_Golden_Gate_Bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2673422697992705123</id><published>2010-07-16T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:54:06.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of fantastic early birthday presents.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) The birthday card I&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;last night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It was funny. It was catty. It was very touching and very sweet. I cherish it. When I asked about something included in the card, something that he obviously knew I liked, his response was "I knew that because I listened." Whoa. That stock just went up. Thanks... Pookie??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) The porn-face pic that was sent to me this morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I know you wont believe me, person who sent the picture, but I really do think you look HOT in that picture. Totally sexy, totally masculine... totally do-able.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) The birthday pictures that were just sent to my phone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;My wife done knows how to make me have a happy birthday. No train wreck here... just Hotness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) Lunch with my four closest... and John.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks all of you. I love us... and I love us when we are together celebrating me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5.) The bittersweet gift that came this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2673422697992705123?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2673422697992705123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2673422697992705123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2673422697992705123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2673422697992705123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-list-of-fantastic-early-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4741954335506722703</id><published>2010-07-14T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:14:38.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of TV Shows I do not like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Scrubs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I have never been able to understand the appeal of this show. I have watched episodes. I never find them funny and I find all of the characters completely unlikeable. And that main character... absolutely revolting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) Family Guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I have been know to watch family guy... I've even chuckled a time or two... but for some reason I just don't like the show. Mostly, I don't like that flashback scene that they do every 5 or so minutes. It just doesn't work for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.)Seinfeld.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I was never, ever, able to understand why people thought this show was so funny. I can probably count the full episodes I've seen on my fingers. I did, though, see the final episode. That piece of mess was dreadful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Any of the CSI shows.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Miami, though, was the worst.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.) The Hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4741954335506722703?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4741954335506722703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4741954335506722703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4741954335506722703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4741954335506722703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-list-of-tv-shows-i-do-not-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-1818990123249863778</id><published>2010-07-12T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:52:45.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of True Blood people whom I would NOT hook up with.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;1.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://www.zap2it.com/media/photo/2009-08/43102440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arlene. Nope. I would not hook up with this complete and tragic mess. &amp;nbsp;Mostly because she has two kids... and she is awful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://truebloodholics.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/cooper-huckabee.jpg" /&gt;\&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam's dad. I mean really... this alcoholic. &amp;nbsp;C'mon. Plus his real name, I just found out, is Cooper Huckabee. Uhhh... enough said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.watch-true-blood.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/sneakmaker.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This hot tranny mess. Unless by hook up you mean ram a stake through her heart... nope I am not interested at all in this. Get rid of it. You may get rid of all of the ugliness that is Lorena.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.)&lt;img src="http://irulan18.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This nightmare. I think the writers are trying to play him up as sexy... but crazy. But, he just done be ugly. With weird chest hair and no pecs. Please keep its shirt on and a bag over its head for every scene it is in in the future. Thank you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5.) Debbie Pelt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;No pic.... sorry. Now, we all know I am in love with Alcide. What in the HELL is he doing with this white trash piece of redneck garbage known as Debbie Pelt. She had feathered hair and bangs, ya'll. She done even have herself a root situation. What? What? What? Why would Alcide be in love with that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-1818990123249863778?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/1818990123249863778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=1818990123249863778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1818990123249863778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1818990123249863778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-list-of-true-blood-people-whom-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2282280113977941706</id><published>2010-07-09T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:27:36.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I do care about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) The Photographer pants.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Seriously, ya'll, the photographer pants. Black like slacks... cut like the jeans that make my ass look grand. love Love LOVE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) Kellan Lutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://twilight-review.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/kellan_lutz_feb3news.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello, Kellan. How are you today? For reals???? Kellan... how is this possible? Im noticing he's kind of lacking in the legs... and the face sort of doesn't do it for me.... but like the vampires on true blood... I wanna do real bad things to him!!!! And, while looking up pictures of Mr. Lutz I found out he is a Calvin Klein underwear model now. &amp;nbsp;Have fun with that information... I'm looking at you, Marc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://tengossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/kellan-lutz-shirtless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I mean honestly!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) Looking really cute today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;It was important for me to look good today... its a good thing I did.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Baxter the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.)&lt;img alt="Joshua Loveless" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs171.ash2/41636_1361654639_8084_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This guy... yeah... thats right. I made the list today... and the list is always about me. &amp;nbsp;Deal with it bitches... or just look back up at Kellan some more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2282280113977941706?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2282280113977941706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2282280113977941706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2282280113977941706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2282280113977941706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-list-of-things-i-do-care-about-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-3708499575381099000</id><published>2010-07-08T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:55:01.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I do not care about.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Emmy Nominations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;They were announced today. Let me guess... the cast of glee was&amp;nbsp;nominated&amp;nbsp;for everything and oh my GAWD they are going to win everything. Neat-O. I don't care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) One more thing about your personal life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;You know who you are. You may think I care. You may think I've invested a great deal in caring about your life. I don't. AT ALL. Period.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) Answering my phone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We have discussed my phone rules. We know I do not like to talk on the phone. There are some people who I will talk to... but mostly... no. I don't like it. I don't care to like it. Don't be hurt when I don't answer. P.S. I may have also just not been around my phone and I don't care to hear you whine saying I never answer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) Children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Do not ask me to babysit... or make one for you. Just DON'T... it will end badly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5.) Global Warming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Scorched earth for this girl. I'm not having babies. Burn this sucker to the ground is what I say. I'll be long dead when the rest of you poison the shit out of this place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-3708499575381099000?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/3708499575381099000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=3708499575381099000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3708499575381099000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3708499575381099000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-list-of-things-i-do-not-care-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-5349521971515955663</id><published>2010-07-07T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T09:30:35.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of good things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) The pants incident.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Lets just all be O.k. to admit that I have body image issues. We've discussed it before... it will come up again. Lets not freak out and tell me I look skinny or blah blah blah... I have body image issues. Anywho... I've been feeling larger lately and therefore, not been feeling good about myself. So, I put on some pants yesterday and they are tight and I have to suck in to button them up. They werent tight and uncomfortable all day... but tight enough that they felt tight. But not tight enough that they felt to small... you know.. like when you see the person in pants you know are way to small and you know that button is holding on for dear life because if it lets go, it will rocket of the front of those pants with such speed and force that if any body were to get in its path they would be severely hurt... the pants weren't that tight. Anyways, I was bugged about this situation because I felt as though I larger. Uggg. I wear the pants for most of the day and then check them out when I take them off. I notice that they are a size smaller than my normal size. Thats right... smaller. I can still fight into the small jeans. This was glorious.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) My personal banker Marc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He takes care of me. He knows what keeps me happy. He's planning a reality show about me called "Its all about me." I love Marc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) Pandora Radio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I have created quite the fantastic radio station. Its much like Chill on Sirius Radio. Either way... loves it, does I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) This new blog I was sent "Hyperbole and a half."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Check it out... it done be funny, ya'll.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-5349521971515955663?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/5349521971515955663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=5349521971515955663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/5349521971515955663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/5349521971515955663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-list-of-good-things-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-7703073708088428152</id><published>2010-07-01T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:40:38.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I like to look at.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.buzzine.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/eric_bana_20090813.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello, Eric Bana. Does your shoulder hurt? Does it need a massage? It doesn't? Well, mine does... so start rubbing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.redfin.com/sfbay/files/2008/02/ghirardelli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This view of San Francisco, from the municipal pier, has always been (and always will be) one of my favorite views of that city. Especially at twilight, as when this picture was taken, right when the city starts to sparkle. A look over your right shoulder will show you the Golden Gate Bridge... just beginning to twinkle in the night sky. Further to the left, Coit towers reigns with the bay bridge behind her. The beach and the&amp;nbsp;embarcadero&amp;nbsp;span and curve up to your left and all of it is reflected in the water. I always find standing out here so peaceful. You can almost hold the the whole city in your hand, and you can see the city is active and moving... and yet you are somehow removed. Only the sound of the surf and your thoughts about that beautiful city to keep you company. I love it here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.unionsquareshop.com/images/stores/_NewStores/kennethCole/kennethCole-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I always feel my heart jump a bit when I see the Kenneth Cole store in San Francisco.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://thevampireclub.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/joemanganiello21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uhhhhh.... Who ever this is that is now on True Blood. Are you kidding me? This show is just crammed full of gorgeous... now if the writers could only find a way to kill off Sookie the show would be perfect.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-7703073708088428152?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/7703073708088428152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=7703073708088428152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7703073708088428152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/7703073708088428152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-list-of-things-i-like-to-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-1145062034539555708</id><published>2010-06-30T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:31:58.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I want to do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;1.) See Tina Turner in concert.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;This woman is a she-ro of mine. Watch her concert DVD from her last concert tour. She was sixty years old. This woman is living proof that it is not about age, its about attitude. Plus, I've always enjoyed her music. I want to see her live. I hope she comes to Utah on her current tour... if not, I'll be going to see her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2.) Visit New York City.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I've never been. I would really like to go. It sounds like such a fantastic city. Nowhere close to my city by the bay... but still nice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3.) Become friends with a celebrity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Get a milkshake... for no other reason than to just get a milkshake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-1145062034539555708?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/1145062034539555708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=1145062034539555708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1145062034539555708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1145062034539555708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-list-of-things-i-want-to-do-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-2522928944932561479</id><published>2010-06-29T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:50:07.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A list of your responses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) As an adult, yes, I get to choose what I want to do. &lt;em&gt;This was the expected response. With age comes the maturity to make ones own decisions and then deal with what comes next.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Split decision here.&lt;em&gt; Most of you said even though I am an adult we, there are still things one must do. Hugging ones grandmother for example. Others of you said, If you dont want to, dont. I don't know what I choose yet. I'm having a hard time with my motivation for choosing not to hug my grandmother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I am running a race, but I'm the only one running it. &lt;em&gt;Kimberly wins the award that most struck home to me. She said my brother and I are both running a race, but we are on different tracks. The tracks may be very close together, but we are running a different race. I've been thinking a lot about this race concept, and even though Kimberly compared it to Nascar, I'm taking it back to a foot race. When I originally asked the question, I was seeing my brother and I running a foot race with him always a half a lap ahead and I was never able to catch up. With the situation that I originally refered to, I saw myself closing that gap, even pulling ahead. But Kimberly got me a'thinkin'. All of a sudden, my brother was removed from my image of the race. There I was, out on the track, running as hard as I could to catch up to something that isn't even running. All of a sudden, Josh is alone on the track, running as hard as he could, to win a race that nobody else is running. This drove me to another thought, that really, the only person I'm racing is me. I haven't figured this all out yet... but I'm running to catch me. Those of you who "know" me, know I bring a bucket full of insecurities where ever I go... maybe stemming from the pins on the coat, who knows... but maybe this time, Im running just to beat me. Maybe I get to win the race, even if my brother finishes his race first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) The velveteen rabbit says "Once you believe you're real, you get to be real." &lt;em&gt;Maybe, just maybe, Careen and I will get to be real together some day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-2522928944932561479?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/2522928944932561479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=2522928944932561479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2522928944932561479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/2522928944932561479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/06/list-of-your-responses-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-1229019957930541910</id><published>2010-06-22T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T09:20:26.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of questions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This list is participatory. I would like answers or thoughts on the questions from you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) In a few short weeks, I will turn 32 (and surprise, surprise, Kimberly... Im not freaking out about it). Over this 31st year of my life, I&amp;nbsp;determined&amp;nbsp;that I am an adult and as an adult I can choose what I want to do. I no longer, as a 32 year old, no longer will do things out of a sense of obligation or guilt. If I want to, I will. If I don't, I wont. Is this a correct thought? Have I earned the right to make up my mind and accept the consequences? Or, are there things, even as an adult, that I don't get a choice on? &amp;nbsp;You will suck it up and do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) Follow up to question one. My Grandmother expect a hug hello and a hug goodbye every time I see her. Up until recently, I've begrudgingly complied with this. We played the game of me being annoyed but still doing giving the hug and gets what ever satisfaction out of that. I do not want to be forced to give her, or anybody, a hug. If I want to hug, if I feel the hug is appropriate, I'll do it. If I don't want to hug, I wont. I feel I have earned the right to make this decision. My Grandmother feels, that after her 80 some odd years, that she has earned the right to be hugged every time I see her. Which one of us is correct? Is this one of those things that I don't get a choice on? I hug her hello and goodbye, I suck it and do it just because she is Grandmother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) I have an older brother. For most of my life I have felt as though I lived squarely in his shadow. He always had the teachers in school before I did. Went to Jr. and High school before me. Drove before I did. I caused a bus accident because I didn't want to be behind him. I felt his shadow loom the largest and the coldest when it came to cub and boy scouts. Back when I was a cub and boy scout, when ever you received your merit badge (Wolf, Bear and the others for cub scouts and tenderfoot, life star, first class and eagle for boy scouts) your mother also received a small pin. My mother pinned her pins to her jacket which she wore with pride. My older brother always got the merit badges first and his pins on my mothers jacket were always on top. My pins were on the bottom... below his. My pins were never first. I gave up scouting all together when my brother received his Eagle Scout award. There was no need for me to continue. The race I was running with him was over. He had won. His eagle pin would be pinned on top. I gave up. I have felt his shadow across my life. Recently, I started another race with him. A race that I thought I had a chance to win. I was going to get "there" first. He does not know we are racing... its only in my brain. Last night he told me that he got farther in the race than I ever have. He didn't finish it yet, but he is closer than I. Once again, his "pin" will get pinned on top. Should I be jealous or happy for him? Should I let it go? How can I stop running the race?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-1229019957930541910?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/1229019957930541910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=1229019957930541910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1229019957930541910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/1229019957930541910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-list-of-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-4734142035247232621</id><published>2010-06-21T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:40:10.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I am excited about.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Toy Story 3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I went to see this this weekend and it done be good ya'll. And... I cried. Correction... I sobbed. The movie was&amp;nbsp;incredibly&amp;nbsp;touching. Its a good thing I had those 3D glasses on... because I looked a mess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) BattleStar Galactica.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I know, I know. I've said, quite often, how much I love the BSG. But the episode I watched yesterday... HOL-EE SHIT. I was stressed out. And now, I have to wait a whole week before I can see the continuation. WHOA!!!! I don't know that I can make it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) Pam being a regular on TrueBlood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Oh my GAWD, Pam!!!! "Lets go to the girls room and stare at ourselves in the mirror." I love Pam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) 4 weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Four more weeks!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-4734142035247232621?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/4734142035247232621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=4734142035247232621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4734142035247232621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/4734142035247232621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-list-of-things-i-am-excited-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-3381150613816711326</id><published>2010-06-15T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T08:23:41.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of wedding musts!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) You must have a wedding&amp;nbsp;rehearsal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This is a full dress&amp;nbsp;rehearsal&amp;nbsp;folks. &amp;nbsp;Not dinner or lunch that we are going to label a wedding&amp;nbsp;rehearsal. You are going to do a full walk through of the wedding ceremony... in FULL dress so you that you can catch and correct things like your bridesmaid wearing wedge shoes. Not acceptable... put your comfortable, but ugly and casual shoes back in the closet. Weddings are not about comfort. Or, you'll be able to find out/hear when the mother of the bride is wearing a backless sandal shoe with a fat heel which sounds horse-like as she trots her way down the&amp;nbsp;aisle. &amp;nbsp;We don't need a fruckin'&amp;nbsp;Clydesdale&amp;nbsp;to escort the groomsman down the&amp;nbsp;aisle. Seriously, dress&amp;nbsp;rehearsals&amp;nbsp;are a must.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) If you choose to have a minister, pastor, bishop or other religious official officiate your ceremony, they must NOT use that opportunity to preach or give a sermon. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This person is there to be the official at the ceremony. They should not be giving any kind of sermon... at all. Period.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) Bridesmaids dresses MUST match the groomsman's vests.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Why does this confuse people?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.) On a&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;note, the bridesmaids flowers MUST match the brides&amp;nbsp;bouquet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Obviously, the flowers and bouquet need not be identical, but they should have&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;flowers. Why is this hard for people to grasp.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.) If you choose to have your wedding outside, and you choose to have the wedding later in the day so that your guest do not bake up nicely in the noon day sun, do NOT have them face west so they stare nicely in to the sun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-3381150613816711326?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/3381150613816711326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=3381150613816711326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3381150613816711326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/3381150613816711326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-list-of-wedding-musts-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322974833813533552.post-6709542004168082441</id><published>2010-06-11T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:13:05.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My list of things I don't like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1.) Looking up/ facebook stalking a man I have a crush on only to see he is a fan of The Book of Mormon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;WTF!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2.) The fact that people can become fans of The Book of Mormon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all about everybody finding their own way to enlightenment. And, if how you get there is through a holy book, more power to you... but to be a fan of it... on Facebook... just seems wrong to me. You are a fan of a foot ball team... or an author... or actor... but a fan of a sacred holy document... seems weird and bad. And I don't think Jesus cares... nor appreciates.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3.) An idiot psuedo-friend that I had in high school who wrote his summer book report on The Book of Mormon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;REALLY? Like The Book of Mormon is a book that needs you to write up how you felt about its prose and how in depth its character development was. Really? Sacred holy document, folks. Lets offer it some respect. &amp;nbsp;Oh and guess what, Danny, I don't think Jesus cared about your display. P.S. I'm happy to report his book report received an F.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4.) Anybody who interprets this list as anti- mormon or anti The Book of Mormon. Its not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I just happen to feel The Book of Mormon, if you believe in it, deserves more respect then to be tossed up on Facebook for people to be fans of.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5.) Waiting until July 27, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/TBKwFN2fD4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/8r2tWcBTK4w/s1600/kerrigan.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/TBKwFN2fD4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/8r2tWcBTK4w/s320/kerrigan.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322974833813533552-6709542004168082441?l=joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/feeds/6709542004168082441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322974833813533552&amp;postID=6709542004168082441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6709542004168082441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322974833813533552/posts/default/6709542004168082441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshspinklibrary.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-list-of-things-i-dont-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868590504529290382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/Sfc7drjaE2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BM_-Imqxvto/S220/King+Louie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQlQ-vOXVY/TBKwFN2fD4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/8r2tWcBTK4w/s72-c/kerrigan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
