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	<title>Mahutaville &#187; 2004 &#187; November</title>
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		<title>“If I had a hammer…</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[…I’d hammer out danger, I’d hammer out a warning, I’d hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters, All over this land…”
“If I had a hammer” –Peter, Paul and Mary.
My Glorious, my fellow comrades in the deviant and sly art of blogging&#8230; I would like to extend to you a belayed, happy Turkey day. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">…I’d hammer out danger, I’d hammer out a warning, I’d hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters, All over this land…”<br />
<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">“If I had a hammer” –Peter, Paul and Mary.</span></strong></p>
<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>My Glorious, my fellow comrades in the deviant and sly art of blogging&#8230;</strong></span> I would like to extend to you a belayed, happy Turkey day. First though, I would like to say this though <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>THIS HOLIDAY CELBRATES THE RAPING OF THE NATIVE AMERICAN LAND, CULTURE AND WAY OF LIFE.</strong></span> That being said, I like this holiday because,<br />
<br />           <span style="color:#000000;"> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">One</span></em>:</strong> </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I like to get the day off.<br />
<br /></span></strong>            <strong>Two:</strong> </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>I like to eat.<br />
<br /></strong></span>            <strong>Three: <span style="color:#ff6600;">I like football.</span></strong></span></span><br />
<br />Anywho, I went down to Rachael’s house over this last week and it was gloriously, glorious to say the least. I will only highlight events that happened because frankly,<br />
<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">One</span></em>: I don’t feel like typing out my entire week.<br />
<br />Two: My <a href="http://www.whitehousedrugpolicy.gov/publications/factsht/inhalants/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">memory </span></a>sucks.<br />
<br />Three: Only Jason (<a href="http://www.gloryfish.org"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Webmaster</span></a> and <a href="http://www.gloryfish.blogspot.com"><span style="color:#009900;">Blogging deity</span></a>) reads through my long, boring details of my trivial life. </strong></span><br />

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<li><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Alrighty then</em></strong></span>, here is a list of the fun, slightly comical, memorable moments of my week (of the things I can remember, <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>cut me some slack. Geez, pushy, bastards.)</strong></span>I arrived a day early and surprised Rachael, she tried calling me about eight times that night (while I was on my way there) to tell me not to drive on the next morning because the roads would be bad. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Me sooo sneaky</strong></span>.</li>
<li><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>I</em></strong></span> helped Tim (Rachael’s father) look over a (NOT BUS) bus, to purchase it.<br />
<br />Tim and I took the bus home the next night. (I meant to say NOT bus, bus.)<br />
<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>I hate to keep on talking about this bloody bus but, it had <span style="color:#006600;">a sign in it</span> that said <span style="color:#ff0000;">“Polka Magic”</span><span style="color:#000000;">.</span> Oh yes, it’s NOT a bus, bus. </strong></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>R</strong></span>achael and I had a lovely day and night every day and night.<br />
<br />I got Rachael to watch: The Royal Tenenbaums, Bottle Rocket and finally Reefer Madness. <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><em>(I don’t think she enjoyed</em> <a href="http://hyperreal.info/kanaba/image.php/reefer-madness-0.gif"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Reefer Madness </span></a><em>as much as I did.)</em></span></strong></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong><em>R</em></strong></span>achael made a delicious Thanksgiving meal (<strong><span style="color:#000000;">I ate a lot</span></strong> of it, it was good.)</li>
<li><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>I</strong></span> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>whooped Rachael’s ass at Monopoly</strong></span> (I WON A BOARD GAME) <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><em>mark it down on your calendar: November 25, 2004. I WHOOPED Rachael’s ass at a board game. </em></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Q</em></strong></span>uentin and I played everyday and had a glorious time. </li>
<li>John and Bekah and I went to go see “The Polar Express” then went to a parade, froze our glories off and went to Pastor Pete’s house for a bonfire. Glory!</li>
<li><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Q</strong></span>uentin kept Rachael and me up till 4:00am on Sunday. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>I need to say no more.</strong></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong><em>I</em></strong></span> slept in on Monday.</li>
<li>Smooched Rach goodbye and drove here and made this Blogg post.</li>
<li><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>I</strong></span> don’t know why I decided to make bullets; I’ll probably never do it again because,<br />
<br />           <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> A:</span> I think its <span style="color:#000000;">retarded.<br />
<br /></span></strong></span>      <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>     <span style="color:#000099;">B:</span> It <em>is</em> <span style="color:#000000;">retarded.</span></strong></span></li>
<li>Goodnight. </li>
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		<title>&#8230;And all that Candy!</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2004 18:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Well my fellow brethren, I again am going dutch on you and will not type in all the wonderfullrific things that happened over the weekend like: I turned 21, had a party, hung out with my friends and family, Jennie and Francis came up (w/ Issac) glory, glory, glory&#8230;.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Well my fellow brethren</strong></span>, I again am going dutch on you and will not type in all the wonderfullrific things that happened over the weekend like:<em> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>I</strong></span></em> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>turned 21, <span style="color:#ff6600;">had a party</span>, hung out <span style="color:#000099;">with my friends</span> and <span style="color:#009900;">family</span>, Jennie and Francis <span style="color:#ff0000;">came up</span> (w/ Issac) glory, glory, glory&#8230;.</strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"><strong>HERE ARE some pictures that I promised Father Franny I would put up:</strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br />
<br /><a href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid147/p50481680768fe5f75cffb573fcd0afa4/f62b385d.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Rach, Quin &#038; I </strong></span></a><br />
<br /><a href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid147/p17243016e918e6d1d714534975699668/f62b38ec.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>The whole Glory</strong></span></a><br />
<br /><a href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid147/p171b7b467f0e99f21a9acc125c399b20/f62b3a72.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>A moment</strong></span></a><br />
<br /><a href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid147/p00634c878b881f460c460587639f353c/f62b37f1.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Odd picture</strong></span></a><br />
<br /><a href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid147/p44997b5b688bb2d31c7176965d324893/f62b39d0.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Quinten and I traveling in the frozen tundra</strong></span></a><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>&#8230;</strong></span><a href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid145/pa6b93e2cda383a86a3bb0d19f1926984/f66f4efa.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>and here&#8217;s one for Connie&#8217;s desktop Backround (Jay and I)</strong></span></a></p>
<p>Alrighty see you all after Thanksgiving.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>*If these links do not work all you have to do is (right click on the link, go down to properties and copy the web adress and paste it on an open window and blamo, the pic.) </strong></span><br />
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		<title>&#34;Mama, Mama I am coming ho-ooooomme&#8230;&#34;</title>
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		<title>UPDATE, UPDATE EXCITING NEWS&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[*WARNING* The following below is big news, so big that you just might pee yourself. 

IT&#8217;S HERE! That&#8217;s right, I kept my mouth shut now here is the Suprise! 
http://www.GloryFish.org
This is my webmaster&#8217;s new site which means (my new site too!) Almost everything is up and running you will see my Blogg there along with [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>*WARNING* The following below is big news, so big that you<span style="color:#000000;"> </span><span style="color:#000000;">just might pee</span> yourself. </strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:180%;">IT&#8217;S HERE! That&#8217;s right, I kept my mouth shut now here is the Suprise!</span> </span></strong></p>
<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>h</strong></span><a href="http://www.GloryFish.org"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>ttp://www.GloryFish.org</strong></span></a></p>
<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>This is my webmaster&#8217;s new site</strong></span> which means <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>(my new site too!)</strong></span> Almost everything is up and running you will see my Blogg there along with a few of our friends such as:<span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Ted Van Houten&#8217;s classic Blogg</span> <em>&#8220;<span style="color:#ffcc00;">France in the Pants</span>&#8220;.</em></strong></span> Get excited.</p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>*Attention* You can get a <span style="color:#000000;">new pair</span> of undies now.</strong></span> </span><br />
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		<title>“I&#8217;ve seen love go by my door, it’s never been this close before…</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[…Never been so easy or so slow. Been shooting in the dark too long When somethin&#8217;s not right it&#8217;s wrong Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.”
You’re Gonna make me lonesome when you go. –Bob Dylan (1975)

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 I know that I am going out of order of the days of my weekend but, glory! [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">…Never been so easy or so slow. Been shooting in the dark too long When somethin&#8217;s not right it&#8217;s wrong Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.”<br />
<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">You’re Gonna make me lonesome when you go. –Bob Dylan (1975)</span></strong><br />
<br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>Sunday:</strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong> I know that I am going out of order of the days of my weekend but, glory!</strong></span> Bite me this is the day that I drove home from Rachael’s house and I thought this one was more important. Glory, I woke Rachael up probably about 9:30am she needed to be at work for 1:00pm. We had a good morning, Quinten woke up, Rachael took a shower <span style="color:#006600;">&#8230;<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em>and I and the Q-man make eggs for breakfast while listening to the sweet sounds of the <a href="http://www.antinowhereleague.com/images/z04s.jpg"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Anti-Nowhere League</span></a> and <a href="http://www.rancidrancid.com/m_radio.html"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Rancid</span></a>. Rachael came out of the shower smelling wonderful and looking even better!..</em></strong></span></span> and we conversed of the night previous and about the next time I was planning on coming up for the weekend. John and Bekah came back to the house around this time and I had John take a photo of Rachael, Quinten and I because, I have pics of Rach and Quinten, Rachael and I and just photo’s of Just Quinten and I but, none of all of us together (I can’t wait to develop the film) Rachael at this point <strong><span style="color:#000000;">was gulping down a quick breakfast of oatmeal and running out the door to leave we kissed goodbye and settled that I would come up not this coming weekend but, the one afterward.</span></strong> Tim and Sharon came home around this time (while I was doing the dishes) and later on we had a Glorious lunch. I took a shower, packed up, said my “goodbyes” and headed out to Albany. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>This is when I get to the part of showing you how God is generous and merciful, even to his incredibly stupid children.</strong></span> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong><em>I first stopped off at some gas station and check the air pressure in my driver’s side front tire, 10 lbs. under. Not Good.</em></strong></span> And so I went to the air pump and it said .50 cents to use. <strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">I opened up my wallet to not only not find any change at all but, no cash either. Damn.</span></strong> So I decided to go to the next station and get gas there because, I thought they had a free air pump so I got gas, used ye ole’ credit card and looked at there air machine to find out they charge too.<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong> SO I walked in and asked them if they would charge an extra bucko so I could use there machine and I got a resounding “no.” I little depressed I called upon the Lord and said “God I can’t drive home on this tire like this.” And after I finished my prayer I pulled my car around the side of the station where they have the air pump and checked my fluids. As I did this</strong></span>, an older women pulled up in a big ole’ Chrysler and said “Excuse me but, do you work here?” (She sees me working under the hood of my car) I replied “No” she said “I’ve been trying to find a place that will put air in my tires.” I turned to her and told her I would be happy to but, she said “No, I’ll try and get someone who works here, that’s there job but, thank you.” <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>I smiled and continued to check my fluids, not two minutes later she came back outside</strong></span> and said they wouldn’t fill her tires (I could see all of her tires were flatter than a pancake) so I again told her I would fill them she, <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>finally agreed and I went around the car. We were talking for the moment she told me of the difficulty of finding a place that would fill her tires, her son ect. I told her <span style="color:#ff0000;">“Chivalry is dead.”</span> And continued my work, I finished filling the tires and she thanked me and walked back inside the store. She came back out <span style="color:#000099;">and gave me a dollar and I told her “no, it’s okay get your tires checked tomorrow.”</span> She replied <span style="color:#ff6600;">“take the money”</span> I’ve learned not to argue with people. I took it <span style="color:#009900;">and she told me “I was a gentleman.”</span> I replied <em><span style="color:#ff6666;">“My girlfriend tells me the same thing on occasion.”</span></em> She smiled and drove away.</strong></span> As I stood there I realized that I could get my tires filled now. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Not two minutes after I asked the Lord for help, He provided it for me. As she drove away, I lifted my eyes to the Heaven and thanked the Lord for this blessing.</em></strong></span> I cried aloud “The Lord is God, The Lord is One.” Walked inside the building and filled my tires with change to spare. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Isn’t that just like the Lord? I don’t know how in this life, I can ever complain, the Lord always sees me through</strong></span>. As I was thinking those <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>thoughts the verse Psalms 121 came to me:</strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><em><a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/cgi-bin/bible?passage=PS+121&#038;language=english&amp;version=NIV&#038;showfn=on&amp;showxref=on"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">1 <span style="font-size:180%;">I</span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span>lift up my eyes to the hills- where does my help come from?</span></strong></a></em></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em><a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/cgi-bin/bible?passage=PS+121&#038;language=english&amp;version=NIV&#038;showfn=on&amp;showxref=on"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> 2</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">My help comes from the LORD , the Maker of heaven and earth. </span></a></em></strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em><a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/cgi-bin/bible?passage=PS+121&#038;language=english&amp;version=NIV&#038;showfn=on&amp;showxref=on"><span style="color:#ff0000;">3 </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">He will not let your foot slip- he who watches over you will not slumber; </span></a></em></strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em><a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/cgi-bin/bible?passage=PS+121&#038;language=english&amp;version=NIV&#038;showfn=on&amp;showxref=on"><span style="color:#ff0000;">4</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.</span></a></em></strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em><a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/cgi-bin/bible?passage=PS+121&#038;language=english&amp;version=NIV&#038;showfn=on&amp;showxref=on"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> 5 The LORD watches over you- the LORD is your shade at your right hand;</span> </a></em></strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em><a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/cgi-bin/bible?passage=PS+121&#038;language=english&amp;version=NIV&#038;showfn=on&amp;showxref=on"><span style="color:#ff0000;">6 the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.</span> </a></em></strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em><a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/cgi-bin/bible?passage=PS+121&#038;language=english&amp;version=NIV&#038;showfn=on&amp;showxref=on"><span style="color:#ff0000;">7</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">The LORD will keep you from all harm- he will watch over your life; </span></a></em></strong></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em><a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/cgi-bin/bible?passage=PS+121&#038;language=english&amp;version=NIV&#038;showfn=on&amp;showxref=on"><span style="color:#ff0000;">8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">.</span></a></em></strong></span></p>
<p>Even in the little things the Lord Blesses me beyond all measure, whenever I need Him even if it is just to get air for my tire, <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>He’s there. <em>I</em></strong></span> drove home to Albany and pondered on why the Lord blesses me so, did my work, called Rachael. Good Glory. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Remember its not always turning water into wine, making the blind see and raising the dead a miracle, <span style="color:#ff6600;">can be as simple as .50 cents</span> when you need it.</strong></span> Keep the Faith, homies.<br />
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		<description><![CDATA[…The rich would live and the poor would die. All my trials lord, soon be over…”
–All My Trials. Peter, Paul and Mary.

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">…The rich would live and the poor would <span style="color:#ff0000;">die</span>. All my trials lord, soon be over…”<br />
<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">–All My Trials. Peter, Paul and Mary.</span></strong><br />
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<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Alrighty fellow partakers of the Blogging tradition…</span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">I AM OFF!</span></strong> I am going to Rachael’s house this weekend, <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>sorry to inform my Plattsburghian associates</em></strong></span> but, Rachael has no classes this weekend and has part of the weekend off from work. I just packed my bags and am ready to set sail to my class today and then I shove off around 1:15pm or so. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>I will hopefully call the <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/themightyglory"><span style="color:#000000;">MIGHTY GLORY SHOW</span> </a>(run by my <span style="color:#000099;">Heterolifemate </span>and <a href="http://www.gloryfish.blogspot.com"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Webmaster:</span> </a>Jay Roberts, <a href="http://www.horsejockey.blogspot.com"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Jordan Jones</span> </a>and generally a guest or two) </strong></span>For the Glory Ladies and Gentleman I will catch you on the flip side, be good<span style="color:#000000;"> </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong><a href="http://xbox.ign.com/objects/482/482228.html"><span style="color:#000000;">&#8230;</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">and for the love of Glory don’t let Halo 2 run your lives. </span></a></strong></span><br />
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		<title>“Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew…</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[…There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, tooand the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my sensesOh, won’t you stay, We’ll put on the day…” 
– Chelsea Morning, Joni Mitchell. 

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">…There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, tooand the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my sensesOh, won’t you stay, We’ll put on the day…”</span></strong> </span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#000000;">– Chelsea Morning, Joni Mitchell.</span> </span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Me O’ my I had myself quite a weekend, I know that I am posting this really late but, believe it or not I’ve been a tiny bit busy as you soon will see with all the aspects of this Glorious few days. On with the weekend…</strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Thursday:</strong></span> I went to my classes and yes <em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>I even went to Japanese class</strong></span>.</em> No I will never make that mistake again,<span style="color:#ff6600;"> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>I am an official “F” no other way around it, and I tried everything except orally pleasuring my Professor and no such luck.</strong></span></span> Oh well I headed out to Horseheads, NY around 3:00pm. I made it to Rachael’s house around 6:00pm, Tim was there and we talked for a moment. He sent Quinten to bed about 15 minutes before I got there. I was about to cry<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong> (If Quinten goes to take a nap this late, he will never sleep.)</strong></span> Tim told me Rachael wanted me to call when I got in. So I called, woke Quinten up and he and I played until Rachael got home around 9:30pm or so. Sharon came home a little (oh Tim= Rach’s father, Sharon= Rach’s Mother) before then but, she was running in and out. (She forgot something at her hairdressers). Anywho Rachael came home and we had fun, I think we watched a movie or two and I of course, got to see some Farscape. I went to bed around 2:30am or so.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>Friday: </strong></span>Sharon and Tim woke me up around 7:30am to say goodbye, they were heading down to go to Plattsburgh to <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>surprise Sarah (<a href="http://www.gloryfish.blogspot.com"><span style="color:#006600;">My Webmaster’s Fiancé and their daughter</span></a>)</strong></span> I went back to bed and got up around 10:30am. Rachael had the day off and we had planned to go out to see her good friend Misty. I<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"> was a little nervous to meet her; I don’t know why I guess I wanted to make a good impression</span>. If you know me <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I usually never make a good first impression (Just ask <a href="http://students.syr.edu/deltachi/Family%20Trees/Ted%20Van%20Houten.htm"><span style="color:#000000;">Ted Van Houten</span></a> aka <a href="http://www.tedgoestofrance.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#000099;">Mr. France in the Pants</span></a>. I almost beat him up the first time I met him.)</strong></span> So I took a shower and my stomach was still hurting at this time (no matter what I ate, I had horrible heartburn.) so I ate nothing. We had to do some shopping though before we left to Misty’s. We went to Wal*Mart, some grocery store and then<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong> <span style="color:#006600;">we got some subs at <a href="http://horseheadspudgies.com/"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Pudgies</span></a> (I had no idea that they sold subs before, I Rachael sarcastically told me the full name of the store is <a href="http://horseheadspudgies.com/"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Pudgies’ Pizza and Subs</span></a>. <span style="color:#cc0000;">Smart ass</span>.)</span></strong></span> We arrived at Misty’s and I met her and her three children (Anthony, Jonathan and a little girl, I don’t remember her name) not to mention Misty’s mom was there to with one of her children. The kids were cute; the oldest was as sick as a dog though and was sleeping on the couch. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>This one little kid named Anthony, he was so damned cute.</strong></span> He was missing a few front teeth and had a very small vocabulary but, I knew he wanted me to play with him so, I chased this kid all around Misty’s house and then when <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">I sat down he wanted me to pick him up you, think I resembled Santa Clause or something but, hey I was having fun too but, I got a look from Misty. She told me that this kid didn’t let anyone pick him up</span> ect. <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">So I received Misty’s blessing to continue dating her friend because</span> <em><span style="color:#000000;">“I was a decent guy.”</span></em> <span style="color:#ff0000;">I took this as a great compliment</span>.</strong></span> We stayed for a few hours then, as we were ready to head out Misty’s husband came home and so we played (Rachael and I) played babysitter’s for about 30-45 minutes. 15 minutes into our fun, fun sitting. Misty’s mom came there with her I think 3 or 4 kids. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>My Glorious it was a convention or about 8-10 kids. I just sat there and as I was just observing the youngling’s Rachael came up to me and asked me if I would want that many. The only words that came to mind were <span style="color:#000000;">“Oh God.”</span> That was it.</strong></span> She told me later that she was kidding, thank Glory. We headed back home later on that night, Rachael did a little of her homework and Quinten and I watched a movie. Later on we put Quinten to bed and watched a movie that Misty let her borrow. I fell asleep and went upstairs to bed around 2:30am.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"><strong>Saturday:</strong></span> I got up at 9:30 am took a shower, did the dishes and had a little something to eat. Oh I also got some of my homework done. Rachael woke up around 11:00am or so and she started to do a little of her schoolwork. While Rachael was doing her homework, <span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>Quinten picked up all his toys, I got him changed and we went out for a walk.</em></strong></span> We went up and down her street, swapping manly stories and smoking cigars<span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong> (well maybe Quinten wasn’t smoking but, it sounds manly.)</strong></span> We played a bit in the yard and then went inside. Rachael and I hung out for a bit then she went to work. <strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Quinten and I watched movies, played with cars and made prank calls to Rachael’s workplace. Needless to say, Quinten and I had a ball.</span></strong> Rachael came home after picking up some milk from the store. I put Quinten to bed around 10:30pm or so and <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Rachael and I stayed up and watched movies and talked about life, love and other mysteries</span> <span style="color:#000099;">(</span></em><span style="color:#000099;">aka non’a yo business punk!)</span></strong></span> John got home that night late (John= Rachael’s brother) he was at a youth convention in Utica or some region around there. Rachael and I watched a movie; I went to bed around 3:15am.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Sunday: </strong></span>I got up around 9:00am and I knew that Rachael had to work at 10:45 am. Since it was so quiet though I got more of my homework done but, around 9:20am<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong> Quinten woke up and I got him changed and he helped me make breakfast (we made eggs) while listening to the soothing sounds of the Dropkick Murphy’s.</strong></span> I roused Rachael out of bed about 15-20 minutes before she had to leave, made her some coffee and she headed out to work. After Rachael left, <strong><span style="color:#000099;">Quinten helped me do the dishes and then we went out for a long walk and later on we played outside in the leaves.</span></strong> I called Rachael later on in the afternoon and <span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>she told me she was going to stop by home on her lunch break so I made her a sandwich and got her a soda. I put Quinten down for nap and thirty minutes later Rachael came home grabbed the soda (she had a smaller break then expected) and kissed me goodbye (and ran back into her car and went to work)</strong></span>. I finished up my homework and woke Quinten up about 4:45pm. Tim and Sharon came home around 5:00pm and I helped Tim unpack and we talked till about 10:00pm when Rachael got home. John got home around 9:00pm and showed me his ceramics (which were quite beautiful, he made them himself) Rachael finished up her homework and we watched a movie, she took a shower, later on Quinten went to bed and we talked and watched some Farscape until 2:45am, when I went to bed.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"><strong>Monday:</strong></span> I got up around 9:10am, took a shower and woke Rachael up about 10:00am. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Kissed her goodbye, made some coffee and headed back to Albany</strong></span>, I ran into a little bad weather outside of <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Binghamton</span></strong> but, beyond that it was smooth sailing. I laid back and relaxed and called Rachael around 1:40pm when I got back. Did some more relaxing and studying and called Rachael again about 12:30 am and went to bed.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Tuesday:</strong></span> I got up around 7:30am and got my study on for my Juvenile Justice class, then later on got my shower on and drove down to campus for 11:30am. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Grabbed a tasty pie, took my test (wow it was a long essay)</strong></span> had a nice lunch and headed out to the mall to pick up my mom a birthday card (it was her birthday yesterday, I called her on Monday night) <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>I went back to campus to my film class and watched the Woody Allen film with Diane Keaton (1976 but, I don’t remember the name but, it was funny</strong></span>) Later on I went to CA (Campus Ambassadors) hung out with my homies, yo and drove back home around 9:30pm. Watched the Daily show <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong><em>and fell asleep around 12:00am, woke up at 3:00am and realized it was 3:00am and called Rachael quickly to tell her that I fell asleep and we decided to talk the next morning. </em></strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Wednesday:</strong></span> I got up at 7:20am suited up and ran out to my car and moved it in the <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>freezing 17 degree weather (It was in faculty parking) I moved it into a nice spot came back inside and had a big breakfast and went back to bed until 11:00pm</strong></span>. I got up and called Rachael we talked for a few hours, I took a shower and <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>headed downtown to Draper Hall to go get permission to enter a Criminal Justice class for next semester, just to find out for Criminal Justice I will have wait till the first day of the next semester to get into the class.</strong></span> Booger! So I got back into my car and <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>drove to Getty’s gas station filled Rory up BOK!</strong></span> And went to the mall to work off my lunch and pick up a disposable camera. So I walked through the mall bought a camera at CVS (actually it was buy one get one free, I signed up for a CVS card today.) I drove back to my dorm <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>to find my roommate had bought me a box of tea (he said because he ate me food) he’s the man.</strong></span> Now currently I am typing all this up. I know this is a long Blogg message but, I made it to apologize for the wait. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Enjoy. I promise not to wait this long again</strong></span>.</p>
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		<title>Updating Biaches&#8230;.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I am sorry I got back from Rachael&#8217;s house on Monday afternoon and I just haven&#8217;t had the time to update. If you do not see this updated around 3:00am I will be suprised but, if I don&#8217;t tommorow afternoon will have the works my weekend (plus monday) and tuesday ect. Again [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. </strong></span>I am sorry I got back from Rachael&#8217;s house on Monday afternoon and I just haven&#8217;t had the time to update. <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>If <span style="color:#000099;">you do not see this updated around 3:00am I <span style="color:#ff6600;">will</span> be suprised</span></strong></span> but, if I don&#8217;t tommorow afternoon will have the works my weekend (plus monday) and tuesday ect. Again Sorry.<br />
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		<title>Sorry about the wait&#8230;</title>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Sorry my fellow partakers in the ancient art of Blogging</strong></span> but, Glory Almighty! <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>I&#8217;ve been busy</strong></span>. Last weekend Dan and Danielle got married (I was the best man)<span style="color:#ff6600;"> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Rachael and Quinten came down to meet my parents (which went better than glorious, my parents love her and Quinten).</strong></span></span> On Monday, I was doing my homework and for the past week have had horrible stomach pains from eating well anything. I don&#8217;t know why. Oh well and on Tuesday I drove home to Plattsburgh, NY to vote. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>Nader or Bust, homies. Unfortunately <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/top/news/washington/campaign2004/candidates/ralphnader/?inline=nyt-per-pol"><span style="color:#006600;">Ralph Nader</span> </a>didn&#8217;t make even a 1% margin in this election (they (Nader/Camejo) opted not to have there names on the ballots of swing states. <span style="color:#cc0000;">Florida</span> is a big Nader voting ground (oh well).</strong></span> I guess the Devil we know is better than the Devil we don&#8217;t. I came back here, <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><em>talked to my Japanese Professor. We both agree that I am going to fail and also agree in the fact I cannot drop.</em></span> So have limbo will travel I guess, someone please pay my penance. My Glorious and again this morning, I have this writhing pain in my stomach but, I am heading out to go to Rachael&#8217;s house for the weekend around 3:00pm. God is so good to me. <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Remember folks, an idiot in office can&#8217;t do much in four years</span> (<span style="color:#ff0000;">besides</span>: Start a <a href="http://www.prospect.org/print/V13/17/galston-w.html"><span style="color:#000099;">pre-emptive</span> </a>war, take out a political leader, <span style="color:#ffcc00;">isolate our country</span>, <span style="color:#009900;">make everyone hate us with the exception of</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">Britain</span> and  <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Israel,</span>destroy the <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2003/LAW/12/24/bush.clean.air.ap/"><span style="color:#000000;">Clean Air Act, Allow big Corporation Uber Alles to pollute with almost no limitations</span> </a>and manage to piss off 48% of Americans in the Process <em>but, 51% say</em> <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">fuck us</span></em> <em>more.</em></strong></span> <em>Oh well, Kerry would have done worse, don&#8217;t lie to yourselves.)</em> Okay, I am going to class now. Rrrr&#8230;.<br />
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