<?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-2974478974403864810</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:52:10.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How things change</title><subtitle type='html'>Things about ME and MY life.  If you don't like it, don't read it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6972173087197873084</id><published>2011-12-29T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T05:37:27.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution Time Again.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's that time of year again.  This year went by too fast.  So many things I wanted to do but wasn't able to.  It wasn't a very good year health wise but it was a very good year in other respects.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was only able to accomplish 3 of my resolutions this year.  I got a new laptop, I paid off my bills and I took the kids to Disney World.  They loved it even more than I expected.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for 2012 (as long as the world doesn't end on 12/21, hahahaha).......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 1.  LOSE WEIGHT!!!!!!  I keep saying this.  I really need to get serious.  I started at the beginning of the year but that died out too fast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 2.  Go visit my baby.  It has been too long since I have been with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 3.  Bring my baby here!  This is the year! No doubt about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 4.  Buy a house.  Sounds ambitious but I have a good feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 5.  Travel to Hong Kong, Macau or some island in the Pacific.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 6.  Save more for retirement.  I have already started but I want to save more.  With the bills paid off, it should be easier to save more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 7.  Play in a poker tournament.  I love poker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 8.  Take the kids on another vacation.  They were great on the last one and appreciate it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 9.  Take my baby to NYC and Las Vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  Learn a new language.  I said this last year and I really want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there they are.  Hopefully I can do better than just 3!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6972173087197873084?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6972173087197873084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6972173087197873084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6972173087197873084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6972173087197873084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2011/12/resolution-time-again.html' title='Resolution Time Again.'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7677066189285065634</id><published>2011-04-03T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T03:40:16.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Russian Sailor</title><content type='html'>I had a very interesting dream. When I woke up I felt it was a very positive one, I just have to figure out what it all means. I found a mask or helmet like one that a knight would wear. The helmet was like a collectible since it was about the size of a coffee mug. It was very interesting looking so I took it to a pawn shop to find out it's value. When talking to the guy working there, he told me it was very valuable. I looked inside and there were a bunch of neatly folded papers. One was the wallet of the original owner. He was a 16th or 17th century Russian sailor. One of the things that was folded was his wallet. There was a picture of his son in it along with a whole bunch of old foreign currency. There were 3 Canadian notes each valued at $120 Canadian. One of the notes was a vibrant dark blue, the other 2 were vibrant green. The lettering and numbering on them was in gold. They looked like ribbons that were about an inch thick, but it was genuine Canadian currency from the 1700's. There were a whole bunch of colonial American dollars too. Thousands and thousands 0f them but the values were either $100 or $1. There were also a whole bunch of coins. I noticed that some of the coins were Romanian but I didn't know where the others came from. All of the coins were silver and were small but valuable. I also pulled out a map. On the map, Asia was bordering the west coast of America. The U.S. had been twisted so that Florida was on the west coast. There was no Pacific Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean was only where the Gulf of Mexico is now. I asked the guy at the pawn shop where I should go to get the best value for what I had. He told me to go find a guy named Leo Tut. I felt REALLY good when I woke up. Good things are about to happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7677066189285065634?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7677066189285065634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7677066189285065634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7677066189285065634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7677066189285065634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2011/04/russian-sailor.html' title='The Russian Sailor'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-2627259636136960145</id><published>2010-12-22T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T07:52:35.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution Time Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, here it goes!  Time to make 10 resolutions for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Take the kids on a nice vacation.  I hope I can get a week off during summer this year so I can take them to Florida.  They are great kids and they deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Lose weight.  My oldest has an exercise plan I will copy.  I think I can stick with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pay off the rest of my bills.  I'm getting closer.  With a little luck I can do it this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Go fishing.  Big deal, right?  Well, I love fishing and I haven't gone in so long.  The bass and northern pike are waiting for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Cook more.  You know, I really like to cook.  I get a lot of pleasure out of it.  I need to find the time to try new dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Visit a place I have never been to before.  Malaysia was great so might as well try another country!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Move.  Time for a change.  '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nough&lt;/span&gt; said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Learn a new language.  I REALLY need to do this.  Maybe I will get Rosetta Stone.  I hear it works great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Buy a new laptop for myself.  This one is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay&lt;/span&gt; too old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Bring my baby here!!!!!  This will take time but will be well worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I can do 7 or more again next year, it will be a good year!!!!  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-2627259636136960145?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/2627259636136960145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=2627259636136960145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/2627259636136960145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/2627259636136960145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2010/12/resolution-time-part-ii.html' title='Resolution Time Part II'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-1137168453024060535</id><published>2010-12-22T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T07:41:44.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution Time Again</title><content type='html'>Well, it's that time of the year again...the end of the year.  Time to reflect on the past year and look forward to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I decided to look at some of the old comments here.  I got a little chuckle from some of them.  They were so mean spirited and yet so misguided.  I wonder if they realize yet that what they thought was true really isn't.  I guess it doesn't matter because I'm in a much happier place now and things are going great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to look back at this year's resolutions.  I want to see how I did.&lt;br /&gt;1. FAIL. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; as expected.  I did cut back a little but not what I would want to.  Well, there is always next year!&lt;br /&gt;2. PASS!  I was able to take an amazing vacation to The Philippines and Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;3. PASS, sort of.  I was able to get a lot of things in order.  I guess you can never have EVERYTHING in order.  All in all, I think I did a lot.&lt;br /&gt;4. PASS!  I started to play softball this year. &lt;br /&gt;5. PASS!  I bought myself some things that I normally wouldn't have.  It felt good! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. PASS!  I still hate the place, but it really doesn't bother me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;7. PASS!  I taught him a lot and we were able to go see the Yankees play, his favorite team!&lt;br /&gt;8. FAIL!  Unless you count any veggies on pizza!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. FAIL!  I never was a reader, I really need to do that more!&lt;br /&gt;10. PASS!!!! What can I say, it was amazing.  She just makes me feel so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, 7 out of 10.  Way better than I thought I would do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next blog will be my 10 resolutions for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-1137168453024060535?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/1137168453024060535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=1137168453024060535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1137168453024060535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1137168453024060535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2010/12/resolution-time-again.html' title='Resolution Time Again'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8783111944240388206</id><published>2010-09-27T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:02:54.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've changed, time to move on and forget.</title><content type='html'>As recently as a few months ago I thought about what I would do on this day.  I thought about a huge rant.  I thought about being nasty.  I thought about saying what I really felt at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that this day is here, I really don't feel like it.  I'm happy.  I'm not angry, as I once was.  Things don't bother my like they used to.  I'm in a good place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this may be my last blog.  This blog has served it's purpose.  I needed a place to vent and this was it.  It indirectly did some good things I would have never expected.  Things happened because of this blog that eventually went in my favor.  I'm glad I wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks blog, it's been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8783111944240388206?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8783111944240388206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8783111944240388206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8783111944240388206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8783111944240388206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-changed-time-to-move-on-and-forget.html' title='I&apos;ve changed, time to move on and forget.'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-5322719495101481464</id><published>2010-06-21T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:38:32.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting There</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted anything in a while.  Things must be getting there.  Closer and closer by the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-5322719495101481464?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/5322719495101481464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=5322719495101481464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5322719495101481464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5322719495101481464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-there.html' title='Getting There'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6047448959279818135</id><published>2010-02-28T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:24:40.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monthsary</title><content type='html'>Happy Monthsary baby.  I love you.  Hang in there baby. MWAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6047448959279818135?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6047448959279818135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6047448959279818135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6047448959279818135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6047448959279818135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-monthsary.html' title='Happy Monthsary'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8557463032611976657</id><published>2010-02-01T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:31:00.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Happy anniversary baby!  I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8557463032611976657?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8557463032611976657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8557463032611976657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8557463032611976657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8557463032611976657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8177249346498416996</id><published>2010-01-07T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:39:38.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Year</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a good start to the new year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm able to stick to the "no pop" rule on even days.  Yes, it has only been 3 so far but it's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, a great weight has been taken off of my chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it coming.....I think I'm going to like this year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8177249346498416996?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8177249346498416996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8177249346498416996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8177249346498416996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8177249346498416996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-year.html' title='Good Year'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-9177283598563573491</id><published>2009-12-31T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:29:30.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution Time Again</title><content type='html'>Well, it's that time of year again....time for resolutions that I probably wont keep! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, since I know I can't go cold turkey on the pop, I will try to just not drink pop on even days.  If that works, I will expand it by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2.  Take a vacation.  I haven't been on a relaxing vacation in over a year.  This year I will take one somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3.  Get everything in order.  You know what I mean, personal things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4.  Start an activity that I like.  I need to get off of my butt and do something that requires a little physical activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5.  Do something for myself that I would normally not do because I would feel guilty about it.  I really need to start taking care of myself and what I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6.  Let work bother me less.  This started toward the end of this year.  I'm not letting things there bother me as much.  If I can just get to the point where it never does, that would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7.  Teach my son all about baseball.  He is really getting into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8.  Eat more vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. Read a popular novel.  Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Most importantly, go see my BABY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-9177283598563573491?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/9177283598563573491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=9177283598563573491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/9177283598563573491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/9177283598563573491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolution-time-again.html' title='Resolution Time Again'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-2953254503306606132</id><published>2009-12-26T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:34:01.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Coming</title><content type='html'>Well, I just looked at my resolutions for this year.  It seems that I was able to keep 4 of the 10. hahaha. Losing 4 pounds counts as losing weight, right? hahaha  Well, I guess it is better than none!   I will make 10 more resolutions in January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that will change next year is that I will start to pay more attention to what I want and what I need rather than always doing things for others.  I don't mean I will ignore my responsibilities but I will start doing things that will make me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a good feeling the other day and it was all because I felt like I had a great burden lifted off of my shoulders.  As you can tell, I pay a lot of attention to my dreams.  So many of them have come true.  So many of them tell me about a situation that will come up and how to respond to it.  They point out the things that are not so obvious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next year looks good.  I have a good feeling and I can tell change is around the corner.  Change is good as long as I can find the positives in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it but I must warn, some will not be happy about it.  The new me will be a lot like the old me.  Anyone that knew me when I was younger will be happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time.  This shouldn't have taken so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-2953254503306606132?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/2953254503306606132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=2953254503306606132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/2953254503306606132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/2953254503306606132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-coming.html' title='New Year Coming'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7023138063473036032</id><published>2009-12-09T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:08:46.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolves and Rats</title><content type='html'>I had another strange dream last night.  I was at a convenience store near where I grew up.  A black car drove up and a wolf jumped out the window.  The wolf was black/charcoal gray.  It ran toward me and as it tried to attack me, I stuck my hand in it's mouth.  It didn't damage my had but it hurt a bit.  I looked into the car but the person in the back seat said there was nothing they could do. &lt;br /&gt;Then another wolf jumped out and ran toward me.  This wolf was light gray but by the time it got to me it had turned to the same color as the other one.  I was able to stick my hand in it's mouth so it couldn't attack me.  So there I stood, each of my hands in the mouth of a different wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit scared but I knew the wolves couldn't hurt me as long as my had was preventing them from biting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flashed to a new office building.  As I entered the bathroom in this office building, I saw the two wolves.  As I got closer to them I noticed that they were both rats that were eating something in the bathroom sink.  The wolves had changed into rats.  At that point I wasn't concerned about the rats because they couldn't hurt me.  I just ignored them and they were no longer an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good about this dream.  I woke up in good spirits.   Something good is going to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7023138063473036032?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7023138063473036032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7023138063473036032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7023138063473036032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7023138063473036032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/12/wolves-and-rats.html' title='Wolves and Rats'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8260013037618627466</id><published>2009-12-03T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T06:34:13.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to my Baby</title><content type='html'>Congrats on your new article baby.  You are a great writer!  I'm so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8260013037618627466?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8260013037618627466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8260013037618627466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8260013037618627466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8260013037618627466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/12/congrats-to-my-baby.html' title='Congrats to my Baby'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-4055679617619942792</id><published>2009-11-10T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:24:28.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann Coulter Vs. Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows that Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coulter&lt;/span&gt; thinks she is the hottest Conservative.  I don't think she is but I'm sure she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering if she hates Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; because she is hotter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-4055679617619942792?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/4055679617619942792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=4055679617619942792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4055679617619942792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4055679617619942792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/11/ann-coulter-vs-sarah-palin.html' title='Ann Coulter Vs. Sarah Palin'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7214402450785534233</id><published>2009-11-07T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:03:01.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning, But Also An Ending</title><content type='html'>What do you do when someone says that things aren't working as they want it to and want to move on?  Do you try to convince them to stay with the status-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt; even if you know they are not happy with what has been going on?  Do you think about what is best for them?  Do you just let them do what they want and hope they are happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so confusing because you want what is best for them but you don't know how it will affect everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all works out the way you want it to.  I hope it makes your life better.  If not, I'll be here for you if you need to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with your decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7214402450785534233?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7214402450785534233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7214402450785534233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7214402450785534233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7214402450785534233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-beginning-but-also-ending.html' title='A New Beginning, But Also An Ending'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-4186613008589065559</id><published>2009-10-02T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:20:08.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopes</title><content type='html'>I never was one to follow horoscopes very much.  I would read them but most seemed to be too generic for me to take seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this month's horoscope and it just seemed to hit home.  It really would be nice if this one was accurate.  I'm not betting my house on it, just hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy monthsary baby!  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-4186613008589065559?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/4186613008589065559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=4186613008589065559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4186613008589065559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4186613008589065559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/10/horoscopes.html' title='Horoscopes'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-4416604483441865982</id><published>2009-09-25T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:42:14.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it takes something bad to happen to remind us of the good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-4416604483441865982?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/4416604483441865982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=4416604483441865982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4416604483441865982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4416604483441865982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/09/something.html' title='Something'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6290778241909941124</id><published>2009-07-30T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:32:07.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friend</title><content type='html'>I met up with an old friend today.  He and I grew up together and we used to party together when we were in high school.  Every weekend consisted of getting drunk either at "the Tarzan", the golf course, at the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Covington&lt;/span&gt; or at some one's house.  We would also play poker a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about the old times.  Man, we really had fun back then.  We did some crazy things that if I tried now I would probably end up dead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing him I realized how I used to be.  I sure have changed a lot since then.  I started to change when I was married.  I was only 19 at the time and I grew up fast.  I went from party animal to husband and a few years later to father.  I look back fondly on those times.  It seems we forget most of the bad things and only remember the good.  That's a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to relive the fun times but I'm not sure I would want to live like that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are changing again and I wonder if in 20 years I can say that I had a good time.  I guess only time will tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was good seeing you again buddy, I know all of us from the neighborhood will get together again soon.  Good times man..... good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6290778241909941124?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6290778241909941124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6290778241909941124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6290778241909941124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6290778241909941124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-friend.html' title='Old Friend'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-4140512581463144409</id><published>2009-07-12T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:46:26.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>While I was working the other day, a story I once read popped into my mind.  It was "The case of the missing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spectacles"&lt;/span&gt;.  I have no idea why I remembered it at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-4140512581463144409?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/4140512581463144409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=4140512581463144409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4140512581463144409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4140512581463144409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/07/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-690729946995509467</id><published>2009-07-05T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:59:12.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farming</title><content type='html'>I have been doing a lot of farming lately.  I planted grapes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt;, potatoes, sunflowers, coffee and hay.  I was able to hire help to harvest it too.  The farm is going well.  I should be able to buy a house soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am enjoying it and I enjoy my neighbors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-690729946995509467?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/690729946995509467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=690729946995509467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/690729946995509467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/690729946995509467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/07/farming.html' title='Farming'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7117049733299702443</id><published>2009-06-21T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:16:43.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day!</title><content type='html'>What a great Father's Day I had.  It started with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arleah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; me right at midnight.  (Thank you baby!!!!!)  Then I received the sweetest gifts from my two little ones.  My son got me a stuffed football and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;backscratcher&lt;/span&gt; that said I was the greatest dad in the world.  My daughter got me an aquarium soap dispenser.  Both kids made their gifts at school.  I was just so happy with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was treated to breakfast at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Donalds&lt;/span&gt;!  My oldest son also called me from Russia.  He is studying there.  It was great to hear his voice.  I was also greeted a happy father's day from my brother, mother, father and a friend that sometimes views this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day....I feel much better today.  Thanks to everyone that changed my mood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7117049733299702443?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7117049733299702443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7117049733299702443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7117049733299702443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7117049733299702443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-day.html' title='Great Day!'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6373580948090814041</id><published>2009-06-19T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:04:12.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>Well, my son leaves for St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Petersburg&lt;/span&gt; today.  He will be studying there for 5 weeks then traveling around Europe for 3 weeks.  I'm really proud of him.  He has worked hard for what he has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally hit me that he is all grown up.  He turned 19 on Monday.  It was very sobering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a good life in front of him, a life much better than mine.  I'm happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6373580948090814041?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6373580948090814041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6373580948090814041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6373580948090814041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6373580948090814041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/06/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-504526960160364423</id><published>2009-06-05T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:10:44.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're back!  The lion and tiger return!</title><content type='html'>Well, after a while of not dreaming of them the lion and tiger have returned.  This time the lion was a male and the tiger was a female.  They posed no threat to me but they were going after 3 pigs.  One pig was really big and blackish grey.  The other two pigs were small and white.  In my dream the tiger had them cornered but the big pig pushed the little ones away from the tiger and saved them.  They ran away.  After that, the big pig was able to escape also by just running and squeezing by the tiger.  The lion was there but was not really a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arleah&lt;/span&gt; and I were on a balcony watching this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good ending so I'm not too worried about this one.  I'll just watch and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-504526960160364423?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/504526960160364423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=504526960160364423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/504526960160364423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/504526960160364423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/06/theyre-back-lion-and-tiger-return.html' title='They&apos;re back!  The lion and tiger return!'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-4912276990025251114</id><published>2009-05-08T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:42:11.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist</title><content type='html'>Things I need to get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueberries&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts&lt;br /&gt;Almonds&lt;br /&gt;Salmon&lt;br /&gt;Peppermint Tea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-4912276990025251114?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/4912276990025251114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=4912276990025251114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4912276990025251114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4912276990025251114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/05/checklist.html' title='Checklist'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6312837951119493085</id><published>2009-04-24T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:07:39.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Years</title><content type='html'>This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; June 11 will mark the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary of my grandfather's death.  I had a dream about that day.  Something is going to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6312837951119493085?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6312837951119493085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6312837951119493085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6312837951119493085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6312837951119493085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-years.html' title='20 Years'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-1420651703952503526</id><published>2009-04-16T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:53:20.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Dream Again</title><content type='html'>I have been having a lot of dreams about lions lately.  They never attack me but are always trying to get me in some kind of trouble.  The lions never succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I recently found out who the lion is and have gotten rid of it.  Now it all makes sense!  Things worked out perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lion, it didn't work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-1420651703952503526?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/1420651703952503526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=1420651703952503526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1420651703952503526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1420651703952503526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/04/lion-dream-again.html' title='Lion Dream Again'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6741393892045375310</id><published>2009-04-12T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:37:32.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Park</title><content type='html'>I try not to get too much philosophy from South Park but this week's episode really hit a nerve with me.  It really pointed out something that has been bothering me for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the episode, Kyle says to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cartman&lt;/span&gt; "Your ego is so out of whack that it will do whatever it can to protect itself and people with a messed up ego can to these mental gymnastics to convince themselves they are awesome when really they are just douche bags."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so true.  Some people just can't accept who they are or what they have done and have to do these mental gymnastics to convince themselves they are not to blame or not as wrong as they really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6741393892045375310?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6741393892045375310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6741393892045375310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6741393892045375310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6741393892045375310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/04/south-park.html' title='South Park'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-1985713774473500040</id><published>2009-04-05T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:06:40.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions and Tigers</title><content type='html'>I had a strange dream yesterday.  I was at the house I grew up in.  I have had a few dreams about this house lately.  This one was strange because I had a lion (mountain lion) and a tiger as a pet.  I let them out to run around but all they would do is chase and eat the neighbor's cats and dogs.  When I tried to call them in, they wouldn't come in.  The animals were nice to me so I had no fear of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-1985713774473500040?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/1985713774473500040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=1985713774473500040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1985713774473500040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1985713774473500040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/04/lions-and-tigers.html' title='Lions and Tigers'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-15129087244665738</id><published>2009-03-16T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:00:50.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Big Family Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYeBXPRj0Yg/Sb4i2Qz1n7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9dcpSeVspQE/s1600-h/special5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313722925964435378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYeBXPRj0Yg/Sb4i2Qz1n7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9dcpSeVspQE/s320/special5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYeBXPRj0Yg/Sb4i2JcToXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QIbVbnteEAU/s1600-h/special4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313722923986690418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYeBXPRj0Yg/Sb4i2JcToXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QIbVbnteEAU/s320/special4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYeBXPRj0Yg/Sb4i196iVqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KPSFsskTL_w/s1600-h/special3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313722920892257954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYeBXPRj0Yg/Sb4i196iVqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KPSFsskTL_w/s320/special3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYeBXPRj0Yg/Sb4i1SCS4uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nftnPYW1fyo/s1600-h/special2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313722909113639650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYeBXPRj0Yg/Sb4i1SCS4uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nftnPYW1fyo/s320/special2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYeBXPRj0Yg/Sb4imMtKb3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pmkxha04VHQ/s1600-h/special1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313722649984790386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYeBXPRj0Yg/Sb4imMtKb3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pmkxha04VHQ/s320/special1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we finished collecting all the things for the family members overseas in Iraq or Afghanistan. We collected over 900 pounds of items such as toothpaste, soup, shaving cream, soap, playing cards, granola bars, candy and a whole bunch of other things. There were 130 boxes being sent to about 15 service members. I'm really proud of my coworkers. Dave, Mark and Karen lead the way and the rest of us came through. The postage is over $1,500 and through donations from 3 of the unions, the Sr. Plant Manager and other employees we will be shipping them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above are some pictures of the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; graders that came at 6:30am to help pack the boxes. Thanks to them too!!!! They were able to make a difference in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; life at such a young age. Some day they will realize how much they really helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-15129087244665738?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/15129087244665738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=15129087244665738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/15129087244665738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/15129087244665738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-big-family-part-2.html' title='One Big Family Part 2'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYeBXPRj0Yg/Sb4i2Qz1n7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9dcpSeVspQE/s72-c/special5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8195115602757316886</id><published>2009-03-13T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:24:10.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, let's say you buy something.  Then, someone borrows it.  If you want it back, should they return it right away or should they use it as long as they want then return it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all depends on how you were raised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8195115602757316886?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8195115602757316886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8195115602757316886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8195115602757316886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8195115602757316886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/03/borrowing.html' title='Borrowing'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-844753108275732362</id><published>2009-03-09T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:08:44.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had a busy weekend.  On Friday my son came home from school and told me he got an A+ on his reading test.  This was great because when he moved back here from the Philippines he needed help with reading.  I am so proud that he has excelled and is now doing great.  He really wants to impress his older brother.  I'm glad he has such a positive role model in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I took them to get a haircut.  Big brother is coming on Saturday and they want to look good! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  When I looked at my daughter I saw that she had 11 inches of her hair cut off.  After the initial shock I asked her why she had so much taken off.  She said she wanted to donate it.  Some places will accept hair if it is long enough and make wigs for people with cancer.  I was so proud of her.  I didn't think that a 6 year old would think that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on Saturday my oldest came home.  I haven't seen him since November.  He will be home for 2 weeks.  It's great having him around.  I wasn't able to spend a whole lot of time with him while he was growing up because I had to work so much overtime and at night.  I really regret that.  If I could do it over again I would spend more time with him and less time doing something I hated.  I'm glad the lack of me being around as much as I would have liked to didn't affect him as much as it could have.  He's an amazing person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night there was a birthday party.  The woman turned 50 so she got a lot of gag gifts.  It was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some bothersome news but nothing I cant work out.  Something is always happening so I am used to it by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-844753108275732362?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/844753108275732362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=844753108275732362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/844753108275732362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/844753108275732362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-1194462699876735792</id><published>2009-03-02T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:46:32.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Big Family</title><content type='html'>I work with a lot of former military people.  I have never been in the military.  I tried to join the army when I was younger but they refused me because I was born deaf in one ear.  It was a dream I had since I was about six but such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people I work with also have children in the military.  My one buddy, Dave, likes to talk a lot.  He was talking to another coworker, Bob, about their children.  Bob mentioned that his son is deployed in Iraq.  Well, after talking for a while Dave asked what his son misses most aside from the usual things like family, the food, etc.  Bob came up with a list of thing, mostly toiletries, puzzles, cards, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hackey-sack&lt;/span&gt; and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave decided to get a collection going for those of us that work overnight so that we can send these things to the family members of those deployed in Iraq and Afghanistan.  It wasn't saying that we are either for or against either war, it was saying that we care about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to cut the story short, we have collected over 800 pounds of things to send.  The whole idea caught on like wildfire and now we are looking outside our facility for more family members.  Even a local school is writing letters and collecting things.  It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't read this but way to go Dave!  Great idea.  And way to go my coworkers.  Even if we aren't all buddies, we are one big family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-1194462699876735792?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/1194462699876735792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=1194462699876735792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1194462699876735792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1194462699876735792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-big-family.html' title='One Big Family'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7584751748860287396</id><published>2009-02-25T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:36:50.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>Well, it's lent again.  I'm not Catholic or even Christian but I still like to give up something for lent.  I have a few things in mind.  I am really going to try this year, unlike past years.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Forty&lt;/span&gt; days shouldn't be so hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by the time lent is over the snow will be over too.  I'm REALLY sick of the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is also coming home in about a week and a half.  I'm excited to have him here since I haven't seen him since Thanksgiving.  I like hearing things from him rather that people telling me what he supposedly said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting better as they have been for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7584751748860287396?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7584751748860287396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7584751748860287396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7584751748860287396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7584751748860287396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/02/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-4766017295938974513</id><published>2009-02-14T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T03:07:12.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>There were two tragic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incidents&lt;/span&gt; of death in the last two days that really hit home to me. The first was the crash of flight 3407. The plane was about to land at the airport that I fly out of. The crash happened about 15 to 20 minutes from my house. In an instant 50 people were dead. Fifty people that were planning tomorrow. As of right now I am not aware of anyone I know on the plane but it is still shocking because of where it happened. We are a close community that bands together in bad times and this is no exception. Even if we don't know anyone on the plane or the one on the ground that was killed we still feel grief and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one hit closer to home. A local man beheaded his wife. The wife had recently filed for divorce and had an order of protection against him. The daughter (I think the eldest child) was a classmate of my son. I'm still in shock as to how a human can do that to another human. Because of this disgraceful four children lost their mother and will soon lose their father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only lost three people that were close to me. They were all my grandparents. When a grandparent dies it is sad but when they are in their upper 70's and 80's it is almost expected. It is almost like there was time to plan for it or that is was just natural. When someone is just ripped out of your life in an instant it must be a horrible feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people die all the time. It just never seems to be easily accepted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-4766017295938974513?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/4766017295938974513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=4766017295938974513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4766017295938974513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4766017295938974513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/02/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-605427249682602994</id><published>2009-02-01T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T07:43:25.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do What You Like</title><content type='html'>If you don't like liver, don't order it at the restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like theatre, don't go see Madame Butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like horror movies, don't go see Saw IV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like opera, don't go see Carmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like CSI, don't tune in to that station when it is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like a blog, don't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that simple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-605427249682602994?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/605427249682602994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=605427249682602994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/605427249682602994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/605427249682602994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-what-you-like.html' title='Do What You Like'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-683945187735654428</id><published>2009-01-30T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:23:20.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I am one of those people that really can be affected by music. When I was younger and played sports I would always listen to heavy metal music to get me in the right frame of mind. It would put me in the "zone". Anyone that plays sports knows what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I have nothing to do I just listen to music. When I listen to music of the 70's I remember times when I was a kid. I listen to 80's to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; about high school. I listen to sappy love songs and get sad. I am also inspired by some songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always offer my kids money if they can tell me who sings the song on the radio. My daughter always says "Meatloaf" because she cant believe a guy is named Meatloaf. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; My son usually says Paul McCartney. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how he has ever heard of him since he will only be 8 years old next week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just love music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-683945187735654428?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/683945187735654428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=683945187735654428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/683945187735654428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/683945187735654428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/01/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8614834888624939533</id><published>2009-01-18T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T03:19:56.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K &amp; K</title><content type='html'>I have talked to one of your aunts, 2 of your uncles and several of your cousins and they all said the same thing.  This is between your aunt and me and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to get involved.  They also said it wont change how they feel about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you two so different?  Are you trying to prove something?  Just let it go.  Stay out of what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; your business.  Nothing you can say will change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; opinion on this.  Just leave it alone.  In the long run you will be glad you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8614834888624939533?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8614834888624939533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8614834888624939533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8614834888624939533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8614834888624939533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/01/k-k.html' title='K &amp; K'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-4273489686262648547</id><published>2009-01-17T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:01:57.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag teaming</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems that one niece couldn't get the job done so a nephew had to help out. As always, Kerwin, your comments made me laugh so hard. They are as funny as when you would play loaded questions. It's also funny that you had to resort to name calling. That is usually a sing that you have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the papers that I haven't signed, have you seen these papers? I haven't. Maybe you should talk to your aunt and ask what is holding it up? If she tells you the truth, you will be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also said that she asked me to marry her. You have that wrong. Your aunt asked me to marry her. You are such a confused young man. Maybe all of those hours at work are getting to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mastery&lt;/span&gt; of the English language is amazing. I never saw so many 4 letter words in one statement. It really made you look smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for your sister that remains &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for the compliments! That was really sweet of you. Not only to say that you two are the same age (yeah, she looks much younger than she is) but then to compare me to your bf was really nice. He is a good man so I was really touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what you mean about the nurse uniform though. Maybe you are confused. Was I in one? Please explain that one. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys keep mentioning these divorce papers that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; sign. Can I see a copy of them? Oh, bring a pen too, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are going to be shocked when you find out the truth, if you are ever told it. I only wish I can see your face when you do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care sweetie!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS.  Didn't your aunt ask you to stop?  So who are you commenting for? yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-4273489686262648547?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/4273489686262648547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=4273489686262648547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4273489686262648547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4273489686262648547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-teaming.html' title='Tag teaming'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-3633411023641117029</id><published>2009-01-17T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T03:06:06.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart People?</title><content type='html'>I used to work with this guy named Tom.  He thought of himself as a really smart person.  In fairness, he is smarter than most people I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about Tom was that he would always believe something if he agreed with it even if the facts didn't add up or weren't there.  As long as it was something he wanted to be true, he believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there are a lot of people like that in the world.  They don't care to look into things themselves.  They will take what they hear as true because that is what they want reality to be.  In the end, they look really dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-3633411023641117029?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/3633411023641117029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=3633411023641117029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3633411023641117029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3633411023641117029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/01/smart-people.html' title='Smart People?'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-438679427688167096</id><published>2009-01-17T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:26:10.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just read one of the dumbest comments ever.  It wasn't to one of my blogs but I was still able to read it.  It seems that someone is just so bitter that they cant got one with their life.  It is so funny how they keep digging their hole deeper and deeper.  Even a football team knows when to cut their losses and just sit on the ball and let time run out.  I really shouldn't complain because it really makes me laugh to see someone squirm like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to clear something up.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; were born in AMERICA, not Italy or Poland.  All four of my grandparents were born in AMERICA, not Italy, Poland or any other country.  The "native" language of most Americans is ENGLISH.  I have learned the language of my parents and my grandparents.  Have you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say your background is something you are proud of.  Who said you aren't?  Sounds defensive.  If you read my comment you would see that I said I am glad my son is not ashamed of his background.  I never mentioned you are but since you feel the need to defend yourself maybe you are!  How sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, are you saying my son doesn't know any Tagalog?  Maybe you are the one that should talk to him about it.  I know he wont be writing any essays in Tagalog but he is able to have a conversation and understand what is being said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really need to let go and move on.  Get a clue.  I'm sure you wont so we are looking forward to your next comical comment.  Thanks for the laughs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-438679427688167096?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/438679427688167096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=438679427688167096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/438679427688167096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/438679427688167096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/01/duh.html' title='DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-5640251751970205520</id><published>2009-01-06T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:42:00.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect People</title><content type='html'>Did you ever meet someone that has never failed at anything in life?  There are a few out there.  Yeah, it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people never TRY anything so they never fail.  I guess the fear of failing keeps them from ever attempting something to make themselves better.  Their philosophy is "I can't fail if I don't try."  They are always there to point out when others don't reach their goals and why shouldn't they, they never fail to meet their goals.  Of course, they don't have any but don't try and tell them that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also those people that never fail because there is always someone else to blame.  No matter what they did wrong, they can always find something that someone else did to take the blame.  Oh, they will say it is their fault but that is always followed by "but".  They will say "It's my fault that the cake I made tasted bad "but" that one bought the wrong butter."  Things like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will never accomplish EVERYTHING I try but that doesn't bother me.  I would rather try and not make it than not try and always wonder what could have been.  I have goals, dreams and ambitions.  I may not get all of them but I may get some and that puts me ahead of those that never tried!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-5640251751970205520?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/5640251751970205520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=5640251751970205520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5640251751970205520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5640251751970205520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfect-people.html' title='Perfect People'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-5517278574910614449</id><published>2009-01-03T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:46:48.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Plans</title><content type='html'>Well, the new year is here!  Welcome 2009!  As I say goodbye to 2008 I can honestly say it was a better year than 2007.  Many changes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; for the better.  Things look like they are on the right path.  Like Johnny Nash sang "I can see clearly now, the rain is gone."  It's a good feeling.  I am getting back to my normally optimistic self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought up a few resolutions for this year that I am sure to break before Easter! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Give up soda for the year.  I will have to start this one on Monday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  There was a party at work and I am going to the International Bowl this weekend so I can't start this yet.  I am sure I can last until some time in February.  By that time I will tell myself that diet soda is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and that will lead to the real thing.  Curse you Dr. Pepper!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Stop listening to negative people.  Did you ever know someone that is always talking bad about everyone that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; there?  Well, guess what?  When you aren't there they are probably talking the same way about you!  I'm not going to listen to what these people say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Stop believing that things are as obvious as I see them.  So many people take silence as admittance.  Just because we are silent on an issue doesn't mean we agree.  Some of us just see how obvious what is said is wrong that we don't feel the need to point it out.  I have to stop thinking that way.  People don't always see the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Take a trip to a country I have never been to before.  I don't know where or when but I want to go somewhere I have never been.  I have a few countries in mind, mostly in S.E. Asia, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Try to learn correct punctuation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;  I know I use too many commas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Learn more Tagalog.  I know from experience that it is hard for me to teach myself a language.  I can do complex equations in my head but conjugate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;esta&lt;/span&gt;?  FORGET IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Take my kids on a vacation.  I want to take them to Disney World again.  They haven't been there since they were toddlers.  I don't know if the oldest will want to go but he may be in Russia for the summer anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Lose Weight.  I don't think I need to explain this one to anyone that knows me.  I am about to be 41.  My parents both had heart attacks before they were 50.  If that isn't enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;insentive&lt;/span&gt; to get in shape, what is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Save more money for retirement.  This should be easier since I have been able to reduce my debt a lot over the past 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Solve the crisis in the Middle East that has been going on for over 3,000 years.  Well, I had to throw in an easy one! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I will check in December of this year and let you know how I did!  Good luck to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-5517278574910614449?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/5517278574910614449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=5517278574910614449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5517278574910614449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5517278574910614449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-plans.html' title='New Year, New Plans'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-4178724746314325937</id><published>2008-12-23T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T03:24:05.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Year</title><content type='html'>Well, first of all I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt;, Joyous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EID&lt;/span&gt;, Great Winter Solstice, and an excellent whatever holiday I may have missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is coming to an end and as I look back, it was an improvement on many issues.  Things became much clearer and continued to move in the right direction.  I will write more about this in my new year's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming up with resolutions that I can make then break before Easter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;  I will try to come up with 10 of them.  Let's see how I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that 2009 will be my last year to blog.  I don't need it as much as I used to.  Things are getting better and I don't have as much bothering me that I need to get off of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that is true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-4178724746314325937?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/4178724746314325937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=4178724746314325937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4178724746314325937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4178724746314325937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-year.html' title='End of the Year'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6066983104781900809</id><published>2008-12-15T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:16:28.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Trip</title><content type='html'>I am planning my next trip.  I know when I plan to take it and where to go, I am just figuring out how much it will cost.  I am expecting to work 19 days in a row so the extra money will make paying for it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last vacation was so amazing.  I was able to do a lot with very little money.  I guess it is not how much you spend but who you spend it with.  I should be able to take two weeks this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a massage..... or 3!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;  I also want to get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Razon's&lt;/span&gt; halo-halo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I am most looking forward to is to spend more time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arleah&lt;/span&gt;.  Things are going great and getting better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future really does look brighter.  I'm excited about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6066983104781900809?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6066983104781900809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6066983104781900809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6066983104781900809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6066983104781900809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-trip.html' title='Another Trip'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8275500076768261216</id><published>2008-12-13T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:38:07.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things</title><content type='html'>Some good things have been happening lately.  It seems like they just keep happening.  I like the way things are going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me laugh baby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8275500076768261216?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8275500076768261216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8275500076768261216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8275500076768261216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8275500076768261216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-things.html' title='Good Things'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7926121629930448867</id><published>2008-11-29T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:51:43.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Car</title><content type='html'>I am finally buying a new car on Monday.  I will probably just get something small and cheap like a 2008 Chevrolet Cobalt or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aveo&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't want to spent too much on a vehicle right now.  I'm planning to buy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Escalade&lt;/span&gt; next year! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current car is a 1996 Oldsmobile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Achieva&lt;/span&gt;.  It runs well but needs too many repairs so it would make more sense to get a new one.  The trade-in value wont be much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to get this car.  I haven't had a brand new car in about 6 years.  I hope this one will last for 6 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7926121629930448867?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7926121629930448867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7926121629930448867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7926121629930448867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7926121629930448867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-car.html' title='A New Car'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7326704114351400907</id><published>2008-11-27T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:32:03.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I was finally able to have a holiday off.  It is Thanksgiving here.  I don't usually get holidays off so I was quite surprised when I found out I am not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some plans.  I was going to spend time with my kids, chat with Arleah and most of all, EAT!!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't able to do any of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good day.  Oh well, it is almost over.  Tomorrow is another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7326704114351400907?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7326704114351400907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7326704114351400907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7326704114351400907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7326704114351400907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-3487317613768385803</id><published>2008-11-20T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:05:14.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christman Season</title><content type='html'>Well, it is here again.  The Christmas season is upon us.  Soon I will be working a ton of overtime.  I wont have much time to do things but I will be able to earn some extra money.  The overtime should end sometime in January or February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I was able to take a vacation before the season started.  I really needed it and I am sure I will feel that I need one afterwards. hahaha  I know where I want to go and I think it is quite obvious to everyone that knows me where that is.  I should be able to save enough to go there.  I have a bunch of pictures and posted some.  I will try to post more soon for those that would like to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dreading this season as much as I usually do.  Things are getting better, finally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to being with Arleah again.  She knows why, I know why but nobody else does.  I am sure I will be getting asked what the reason is. Hmmmmm, I wont tell so don't ask. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-3487317613768385803?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/3487317613768385803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=3487317613768385803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3487317613768385803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3487317613768385803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/11/christman-season.html' title='The Christman Season'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-413702160289128660</id><published>2008-11-16T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:50:21.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Away</title><content type='html'>Well, I was finally able to get away for a while.  I really needed a break from everything here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time.  I was able to meet more of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arleah's&lt;/span&gt; family and friends.  They were all very nice and it was a pleasure for me.  I was really surprised that most of the time when they were around me, they used English.  Their English was not perfect  but there was no problem understanding what was being said.  I was really impressed by the way everyone tried.  They knew I didn't know much Tagalog so they did their best.....thanks!!!  I guess being smelly had something to do with it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week I spent with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arleah&lt;/span&gt; was great.  We didn't set the world on fire but still were able to have a great time.  I wish I could have spent all of my time there with her but I had other things that needed tending.   Thanks for understanding baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be returning very soon.  More on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby.  I had a wonderful time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-413702160289128660?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/413702160289128660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=413702160289128660' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/413702160289128660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/413702160289128660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-away.html' title='Getting Away'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6204494904328071601</id><published>2008-10-28T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:44:57.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>I guess the obvious is not so obvious to everyone.  I seem to have overestimated some people.  Lesson learned.  I will have to start pointing out the obvious from now on.  Being silent and expecting people to think for themselves is not the way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6204494904328071601?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6204494904328071601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6204494904328071601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6204494904328071601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6204494904328071601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/10/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-1908173730128727086</id><published>2008-10-26T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:03:35.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Time</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a weekend visiting my son.  It was great to see him again.  He's doing fine and really making me proud.  I was also able to meet Joker Arroyo.  He seems like such a nice man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I will be going on a vacation for a week to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arleah&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm really excited about that.  It has been too long since we have been together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon baby!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-1908173730128727086?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/1908173730128727086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=1908173730128727086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1908173730128727086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1908173730128727086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-time.html' title='Busy Time'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8968798411226031943</id><published>2008-10-21T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:53:53.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Me!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I look back and wonder how I was ever able to do some of the things I have done.  Sometimes I wonder why I did some of the things I did.  I'm glad I am able to learn from my mistakes and make sure they will not happen again in the future.  I just have to learn from all of my mistakes, not some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fixing&lt;/span&gt;.  They will be fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine what the future holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8968798411226031943?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8968798411226031943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8968798411226031943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8968798411226031943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8968798411226031943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-about-me.html' title='All About Me!!!!!'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8714580450235219979</id><published>2008-10-15T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:53:20.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Nature????</title><content type='html'>I think it is human nature to expect people to do more of what they have always done.  There is a joke that a wife asks a husband to do something and he intentionally does it wrong so that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; asked to do anything again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds funny but that happens a lot.  I work with a lot of people that are really lazy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do their job.  It has become expected that these people wont finish their job.  So who does finish it?  Those that actually do work.  These people are expected to do more work because they actually do their job.  Is that fair?  Why not blame the ones that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; work and make them do their job?  Why not hold them responsible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also happens in other parts of life.  People that are responsible are expected to be even more responsible and those that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; are give a free pass.  Why is that?  Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; these people held to the same standards?  Why are they excused from being responsible just because they never are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of it.  It is time to hold the right people responsible for their actions and not expect others to cover for them.  Start blaming the right people, not the easy one to blame.  I'm finished keeping quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8714580450235219979?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8714580450235219979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8714580450235219979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8714580450235219979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8714580450235219979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/10/human-nature.html' title='Human Nature????'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7178681884018930391</id><published>2008-10-13T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:57:33.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 9, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Belated Happy Leif &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Erikson&lt;/span&gt; Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Gading-a-ding-a-dergin!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7178681884018930391?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7178681884018930391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7178681884018930391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7178681884018930391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7178681884018930391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-9-2008.html' title='October 9, 2008'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7596022094745671642</id><published>2008-10-10T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:14:38.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I really enjoy listening to music.  I will listen to most types of music with the exception of Country.  I like 80's, 70's and heavy metal the most but I can even listen to the Carpenters.  It just depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was listening to some music on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;.  I was only listening to sad songs.  I wonder why people do that.  If I'm feeling sad I will listen to sad music.  Wouldn't it make sense to listen to music that will make me feel better rather than make me feel worse? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I used to play hockey I would always listen to heavy metal music before a game.  It helped me get into a certain frame of mind.  It helped me focus on one thing and block out all the distractions.  I would almost get into a trance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music can really affect me and I am sure I am not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7596022094745671642?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7596022094745671642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7596022094745671642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7596022094745671642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7596022094745671642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/10/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7581956480093679144</id><published>2008-10-08T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:20:06.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>Something is missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7581956480093679144?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7581956480093679144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7581956480093679144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7581956480093679144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7581956480093679144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-1972347444467980167</id><published>2008-10-06T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T02:21:23.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coded</title><content type='html'>Ujlw cnrk ju bdryy oqwlntn. J bo kwvx xtlxntn jv tq ujdx tqpi qgrtqk xkop cg tq dwumtaz uq lpra xjdx jv tcbw ujdx jv xkop etlzj ujhq owww. J bo tq gwqrd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J nkvw zqx ccec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you solve the code?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-1972347444467980167?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/1972347444467980167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=1972347444467980167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1972347444467980167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1972347444467980167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/10/coded.html' title='Coded'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8790635758184671380</id><published>2008-10-04T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T04:54:48.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's up</title><content type='html'>I can feel something in the air lately.  Something is about to happen.  I don't know what or when but I do know something big that will affect me for a long time will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about it.  It is a good feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8790635758184671380?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8790635758184671380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8790635758184671380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8790635758184671380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8790635758184671380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/10/somethings-up.html' title='Something&apos;s up'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-1551610737376208349</id><published>2008-10-02T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:09:28.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>I went to my daughter's classroom today to read to her class.  She is the student of the week (which is rotated every week) this week.  She asked me to read her favorite book "Hop on Pop" by Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first arrived to her room she introduced me to a few of her classmates.  She is in 1st grade and seems to be friends with all of her classmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for me to read she sat on my lap and we read the book together.  I felt so good.  She is my baby girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class loved the book and made some nice comments after.  It was a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note....good luck baby.  I know you will shine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-1551610737376208349?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/1551610737376208349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=1551610737376208349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1551610737376208349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1551610737376208349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-4191049371422339735</id><published>2008-09-30T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:25:17.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need, Want, Deserve, Earn</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think about things I need, want, deserve and have earned.  Often I put things in the wrong categories. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needs.  I often say I need a vacation.  I guess technically I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need one but I REALLY want one.  I say I need a new car but I just want one.  I need a car, but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have to be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want.  I want a vacation.  I will be taking one so I guess I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to worry about this.  I want new clothes and I want to fly business class when I take my trip. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserve. I deserve a vacation.  Most people that work deserve a vacation.  We all deserve a nice life.  We all deserve to be treated with respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earn.  I know I have earned a vacation.  This is the difficult one to determine.  Did I earn a new car?  Did I earn the right to buy myself things?  Hard to figure this one out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-4191049371422339735?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/4191049371422339735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=4191049371422339735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4191049371422339735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4191049371422339735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/09/need-want-deserve-earn.html' title='Need, Want, Deserve, Earn'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7008879453749125556</id><published>2008-09-29T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:54:05.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Plans</title><content type='html'>This was the month I had planned to move to the Philippines a few years ago.  I was really excited back then to leave my current job and pursue a simple life there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to have a business up and running and to just work at that business.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; work out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I am disappointed anymore though.  I was when I first realized it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going to happen but things have changed since then.  I can honestly say that I think the future will be better now than how I had planned it years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is a silver lining in everything.  Sometimes a bad thing can lead to better things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed.  Things are getting better and are only going to get even better than they are now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7008879453749125556?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7008879453749125556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7008879453749125556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7008879453749125556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7008879453749125556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/09/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of Plans'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-540011376355849548</id><published>2008-09-25T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:40:05.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Weekend</title><content type='html'>So far it has been a really good weekend for me.  It may sound strange that I am talking about a weekend on a Thursday but my weekend is Wednesday and Thursday! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good things have happened.  I have been able to talk with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arleah&lt;/span&gt; and that always puts me in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vacation was approved so I can progress on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an appointment for something that should have been done a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I can blog about things I want to and not about other things.  FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the week is just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also just want to say "HI BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-540011376355849548?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/540011376355849548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=540011376355849548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/540011376355849548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/540011376355849548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-weekend.html' title='A Good Weekend'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6196510748102127640</id><published>2008-09-18T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:37:36.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Those Days</title><content type='html'>Did you ever have one of those days whey things seemed like they were going well and then all of a sudden something happens to make it turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes a lot of work to change it back but in the end it is worth it.    I hope I did enough to get it back.  It would be nice to have a few good days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6196510748102127640?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6196510748102127640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6196510748102127640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6196510748102127640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6196510748102127640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of Those Days'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-1667667051768395427</id><published>2008-09-18T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:25:43.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truce</title><content type='html'>I was asked for a truce. Sure, no problem. As long as I stop getting comments like the ones I have been getting, I wont have to respond to them and my blogs will go back to being about different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to everyone that has been posting those comments, your aunt wants you to stop. You have to ask yourself if you are commenting for yourself or for your aunt. The ball is in your court. Think before you comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-1667667051768395427?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/1667667051768395427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=1667667051768395427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1667667051768395427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1667667051768395427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/09/truce.html' title='Truce'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-3036652933947762355</id><published>2008-09-15T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:12:16.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted a tattoo.  I don't know why, maybe because I think they look tough.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyone that knows me knows that I am tough on the outside and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cream puff&lt;/span&gt; on the inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ideas I had were a dragon, my kid's names, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arleah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;batz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;maru&lt;/span&gt; (if that is how you spell it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;), "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DFWM&lt;/span&gt;", and even a wizard.  Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle Eddie had a few tattoos.  I always liked to look at them and thought they were cool.  One i remember is a naked woman in a martini glass.  It is on his forearm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably never will because I hate needles and to be honest, I am a bit old to be getting one now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-3036652933947762355?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/3036652933947762355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=3036652933947762355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3036652933947762355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3036652933947762355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/09/tattoos.html' title='Tattoos'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-5013135129654976347</id><published>2008-08-24T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:41:36.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just want to shout out a big HELLO! to everyone that has visited my blog.  I have had visitors from all over the world including the following:&lt;br /&gt;Alden, NY&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo, NY (probably a suburb)&lt;br /&gt;Rhode Island&lt;br /&gt;Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Ohio&lt;br /&gt;West Virginia&lt;br /&gt;Canada&lt;br /&gt;Australia&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;India&lt;br /&gt;and The Philippines (including, but not limited to, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nueva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ecija&lt;/span&gt;, Cebu, Manila, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Laguna&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog and feel free to return!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-5013135129654976347?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/5013135129654976347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=5013135129654976347' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5013135129654976347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5013135129654976347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/08/hellooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6540482317565146850</id><published>2008-08-21T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:29:16.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arleah</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6540482317565146850?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6540482317565146850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6540482317565146850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6540482317565146850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6540482317565146850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/08/arleah.html' title='Arleah'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-897992525490989127</id><published>2008-08-19T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:10:15.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>Well, football season starts in less than 3 weeks.  Every year about this time i used to get too optimistic about my Bills.  I'm trying not to get my hopes up too much this year but I'm  getting a good feeling about the upcoming season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new quarterback and some new additions to the team, it should be a better season.  Hopefully we can break the string of years without making the playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, it seems I am going back to my old ways of being optimistic.  Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-897992525490989127?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/897992525490989127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=897992525490989127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/897992525490989127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/897992525490989127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/08/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-1246151377926326410</id><published>2008-08-18T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:58:41.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love when you plan something and it all seems to fall into place and things happen just the way you wanted them to?  It really is a good feeling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking good, just as planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-1246151377926326410?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/1246151377926326410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=1246151377926326410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1246151377926326410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1246151377926326410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/08/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-3455830961748464765</id><published>2008-08-11T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:49:05.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had To Laugh</title><content type='html'>I was looking at some psychology terms and I came across this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megalomania&lt;/strong&gt; (from the &lt;a title="Greek language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_language"&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt; word μεγαλομανία) is a historical term for behavior characterized by &lt;a title="Delusion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delusion"&gt;delusional&lt;/a&gt; fantasies of &lt;a title="Wealth" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wealth"&gt;wealth&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Power (sociology)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Power_(sociology)"&gt;power&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Genius" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genius"&gt;genius&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a title="Omnipotence" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omnipotence"&gt;omnipotence&lt;/a&gt; - often generally termed as delusions of grandeur. The word is a collaboration of the word "mania" meaning madness and the Greek "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;megalo&lt;/span&gt;" meaning "very large", "great", or "exaggerated", thus combining to denote an obsession with, either in the form of irrational perceived need for or preoccupation with in one's own estimation having and/or obtaining, grandiosity and extravagance (especially in the form of great &lt;a title="Fame" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fame"&gt;fame&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Popularity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Popularity"&gt;popularity&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Materialism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Materialism"&gt;material&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Wealth" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wealth"&gt;wealth&lt;/a&gt;, social influence or political power, or more than one or even all of the aforesaid) and accompanying complete desirous and bombastic abandon; a common symptom if not the key diagnostic feature of megalomania.&lt;br /&gt;It may be a symptom of &lt;a title="Mania" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mania"&gt;manic&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a title="Paranoia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paranoia"&gt;paranoid&lt;/a&gt; disorders.[&lt;a title="Wikipedia:Citation needed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed"&gt;citation needed&lt;/a&gt;] However it is not considered a distinct &lt;a title="Mental disorder" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_disorder"&gt;mental disorder&lt;/a&gt; of itself according to the &lt;a title="Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diagnostic_and_Statistical_Manual_of_Mental_Disorders"&gt;Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders&lt;/a&gt;. One of the significant examples of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;megalomania&lt;/span&gt; in literature is the character of Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kurtz&lt;/span&gt; from the Joseph Conrad's complex novella Heart of Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started to laugh uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-3455830961748464765?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/3455830961748464765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=3455830961748464765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3455830961748464765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3455830961748464765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-had-to-laugh.html' title='I Had To Laugh'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-383919663660751535</id><published>2008-08-07T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:50:57.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future</title><content type='html'>I'm looking forward to the rest of this month.  Some good things are going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the month I should be able to plan things that have been pending for a long time.  Some things will be paid off and other things will be settled.  My son will be going to college to start the next part of his life and I am sure learn more details about his past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be taking a vacation soon after and then start planning for the future.  Start saving again and moving forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future looks promising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-383919663660751535?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/383919663660751535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=383919663660751535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/383919663660751535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/383919663660751535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/08/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8190016639974237142</id><published>2008-08-06T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:27:23.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>I am amazed with just how out of touch with reality some people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, this is getting boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8190016639974237142?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8190016639974237142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8190016639974237142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8190016639974237142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8190016639974237142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/08/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7885678696053064905</id><published>2008-08-05T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T06:36:07.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countries Bucket List</title><content type='html'>I decided to make a list of all the countries I want to visit before I kick the bucket, hence the bucket list!  I put them in order of most eager to see to least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Philippines - I have been there so many times but I think it is obvious why I want to go back there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arleah&lt;/span&gt; is there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thailand - I want to see all the ancient ruins and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Phukett&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong - Who doesn't want to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Galapagos Islands - All of the unique animals there would be so cool to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Italy - So many cities I would like to see including the homeland of my great grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. China - The wall, the forbidden City, the panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Vietnam - I have always been fascinated with this country, probably because of the war when I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Germany - Oktoberfest!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kenya - African Safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Japan - Kyoto and Tokyo  past and present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. South Korea - I want to see the DMZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Belize&lt;/span&gt; - The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mayan&lt;/span&gt; Ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The Netherlands - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so pot is legal there but that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; why, it just looks nice there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Taiwan - I have friends there and I would like to see the other China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Mexico - I have been here too but just Tijuana, I want to see the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mayan&lt;/span&gt; ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Brazil - CARNIVAL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Romania - Dracula's homeland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Australia - All the different animals and it looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Macao&lt;/span&gt; - To see if it is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Spain - I want to see a bullfight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Panama - It just looks like a party country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. United Kingdom - Big Ben, the art, the Thames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;UAE&lt;/span&gt; - It looks gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Sweden - The Nobel prize and ABBA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Greece - The ancient ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. India - The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Israel - all the religious places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Egypt - the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/span&gt; - Looks nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Saudi Arabia - Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list had 45 countries but I think this is enough. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7885678696053064905?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7885678696053064905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7885678696053064905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7885678696053064905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7885678696053064905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/08/countries-bucket-list.html' title='Countries Bucket List'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-3603808863294370920</id><published>2008-07-15T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:27:26.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golfing</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!!!!  I was able to go golfing yesterday for the first time in about 9 or 10 years.  It felt good to get out and do something for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Joe asked me to join him and his son, Brandon, for a round of golf.  I was excited because I really miss playing and I have really needed to get outside and do something to get rid of this gut I have acquired over the past many years! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot an 89.  Those of you that know golf know how good of a score that is for someone that hasn't been out on the links for 10 years.  I have to confess, though, that it was a par 3 course! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  The score is not so good now, is it? Oh well, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a really good time and I want to go again.  I was able to get 3 pars, one of which was capped with a 90 foot putt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon made an amazing birdie with a beautiful chip shot from about 40 feet away.  Joe had the best score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all red on my arms now from sunburn but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; too bad.  It's a price I am willing to pay to have a good time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down, 4 to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-3603808863294370920?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/3603808863294370920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=3603808863294370920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3603808863294370920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3603808863294370920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/07/golfing.html' title='Golfing'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-892804260377481123</id><published>2008-07-08T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:27:57.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frog and I</title><content type='html'>When I went outside today, I happened to notice a frog in the grass.  I went over to look at him and, to my surprise, he started to talk.  Here is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Pat, I know things are tough for you now but think about this.  When I was first brought into this world, I looked like pond scum.  I later hatched and became a tadpole.  At that point in my life I looked like a large black sperm!  I then grew legs and lost my tail.  My gills disappeared and I grew lungs.  Finally, I left the water i was hatched in and began to eat bugs and flies and all sorts of insects.  Now I have a shiny skin, a long tongue and big, beautiful eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he said got me to thinking.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; "Why am i listening to a stupid frog.  Did I take acid and not know it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I just stepped on the frog and left for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is never talk to frogs, they just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; make sense!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-892804260377481123?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/892804260377481123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=892804260377481123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/892804260377481123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/892804260377481123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/07/frog-and-i.html' title='The Frog and I'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-201527302273187611</id><published>2008-07-07T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T02:15:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's summer here.  Hot weather, my son's graduation and the kids being home all day.  I love summer because I can go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; without wrapping up in a coat that weighs as much as I do! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my oldest son graduated from high school.  I can honestly say that there was not one parent more proud of their child than I am.  Every time I think about what he has accomplished I am just amazed.  Soon he will be off to Yale.  I'm going to miss him a lot.  Two summers ago we spent a lot of time together and even went on a University road trip!  We saw Yale, Harvard, Brown, MIT and decided to take a little side trip to Maine.  We ate the "best chowder in New England"!  It was just great.  I will never forget that trip and how we just had a great time.  I hope I can get a few days off this summer just to spend time with the 8 lb. 10 oz. baby that has grown into a 6'1'' young man.  I'm so excited for his future and yet a bit sad to think he wont always be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer looks like last year though.  I only had 6 days off all summer.  So far it looks like I may have 10 days off.  Of course, those wont be in a row, they will be scattered throughout the 2 months.  Hopefully I can save some of that overtime money.  I have plans for late September or early October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other things I want to do this summer are go fishing, golfing, go to Toronto and maybe even see a movie.  I would also like to go bowling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see.  I probably wont be able to do any of these things because of my work schedule but who knows.  There have been a few surprises in my life that I never expected so never say never!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-201527302273187611?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/201527302273187611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=201527302273187611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/201527302273187611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/201527302273187611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/07/summertime.html' title='Summertime!!!!!'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7433197273971983683</id><published>2008-06-18T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:46:04.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Surprise</title><content type='html'>Well, I had another great surprise today.  I was checking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arleah's&lt;/span&gt; blog and there it was.  ME!!  A picture of me.  You can't imagine how I felt.  Things are getting better.  Thanks baby. MWAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7433197273971983683?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7433197273971983683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7433197273971983683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7433197273971983683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7433197273971983683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-surprise.html' title='Another Surprise'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-1726228000166508372</id><published>2008-06-16T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:25:16.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>It was a good weekend.  On Saturday we had a party for my oldest son.  He turned 18 on Sunday so he invited a few friends over and 3 of his cousins and his cousin's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; came over.  It was a really good time playing games and eating.  There was pizza, chicken wings (Buffalo wings for those of you not from Buffalo), taco salad, BBQ hamburgers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carrot&lt;/span&gt; cake, brownies, potato casserole, and cookies.  Everything was good.  I always enjoy playing loaded questions with him and my nephews.  Some of the answers are so funny!&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went to lunch to celebrate his birthday and Father's day.  We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; food.  It was very good and the price wasn't bad.  After that my son had to try the slot machines now that he is 18! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  Don't get hooked!  I took the two little ones to watch the horses while he and his mother played slots for a while. &lt;br /&gt;for father's day I received a beautiful picture of my daughter that she made in school.  There were hearts around it and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; of her is just so pretty!  My younger son gave me a plant that is really cool.  It looks like a face and the hair is grass. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  I was really happy with my two gifts.&lt;br /&gt;The week is here again.  It shouldn't be too bad this week since I will have 3 nights off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yesssssssssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I didn't get the camera or computer or anything on my list! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; No surprise there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-1726228000166508372?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/1726228000166508372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=1726228000166508372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1726228000166508372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1726228000166508372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-5029109623222864277</id><published>2008-06-11T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:36:05.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Want</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking of some things I want to get in the near future.  These are all just material things.  In no way should anyone read this and think of my Father's Day gift (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; Chief?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   A new computer.  I think this one has served it's purpose but it is old and a new one would be great.   I can just let the kids use this one to play games although they will probably take over the new one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   A new fishing rod, reel and tackle.  I haven't gone fishing in a while.  I used to love it because it is so relaxing.  I don't eat much fish but I do love catching them....when I actually catch something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;.  I love to listen to music and I can use it at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   A new car.  Yeah, dream on! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   A digital video camera.  It would be nice to have one.  I can use it on number 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   A vacation.  I just need to get away for a while.  This will probably happen in September or October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   A massage.  It feels so good after and right now my body could use it.  All the bending at work has wreaked havoc on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Some new clothes.  I like to dress nice when I can.  I don't mean a suit or formal wear but some casual clothes to wear on my occasional day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.   A new cellphone.  The one I have now is over 2 years old and the keys are not always working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  A cheese and pepperoni pizza from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bozana's&lt;/span&gt;.  If you ever had one, you know why.  The pizza is covered in pepperoni and I mean COVERED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these things I can just go get but for some reason I don't like to spend money on myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-5029109623222864277?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/5029109623222864277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=5029109623222864277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5029109623222864277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5029109623222864277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-i-want.html' title='Things I Want'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8135907558744527621</id><published>2008-06-09T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:01:03.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's funny!</title><content type='html'>Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait...wait...wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BWAHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I fell out of my chair.  My ribs hurt from laughing so much.  My eyes are watering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!  I haven't laughed this much in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8135907558744527621?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8135907558744527621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8135907558744527621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8135907558744527621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8135907558744527621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-funny.html' title='That&apos;s funny!'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-3366689719044583734</id><published>2008-06-09T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T02:32:15.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming events</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of what to do this weekend.  I know it is only Monday but I'm excited about it already. &lt;br /&gt;I will only have Wednesday night off again (it seems like I'm always working Thursdays now).  I will probably just relax and hopefully get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get something this weekend.  I don't know if I should get a new computer or a video camera.  There are a few other things I want to get too but those two are probably the most needed.  Once Sunday comes I will probably have neither though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I want to go to a movie.  The kids will want to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda, I am sure.  It looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so maybe I will take them to see it.  I also want to see a few other movies but none of them are for kids other than Indiana Jones.  Maybe take the kids out to lunch or dinner too. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday is Father's day and it is also my oldest son's birthday.  We will probably go out for lunch and I know I will be working at night (probably some overtime too!) &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just how I feel now.  I know it will all change except for Friday.  It always does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-3366689719044583734?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/3366689719044583734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=3366689719044583734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3366689719044583734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3366689719044583734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/06/coming-events.html' title='Coming events'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7532054433468183901</id><published>2008-06-01T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:30:55.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>Let's say that you have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; with someone.  Would you try to make that person's life miserable or would you just ignore what they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; ignore the person.  What they do really doesn't matter to me.  Why would I waste my time hunting them down and waste more time trying to get them upset or angry?  What happens if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spend&lt;/span&gt; all of this time and energy just to find out what I did had no affect on that person?  I think that would make me even angrier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think moving on is the best thing to do.  Why let someone else control your life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work with some people that wont retire until their ex-spouse dies.  Well, what if they die first? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;  Why would anyone let anyone else do that to them?  These people let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; exes control what they do.  They force them to work many more years rather than retire and enjoy their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on.  Leave the past behind you.  There is so much more to life that trying to upset other people.  Ignore those that try to put you down and try to disrupt your life.  If you do, the things they do will eventually backfire on them and you will be the one smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7532054433468183901?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7532054433468183901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7532054433468183901' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7532054433468183901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7532054433468183901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/06/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-5961501846535081344</id><published>2008-05-31T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:51:18.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things to ponder</title><content type='html'>Did you ever wonder why there are two spellings of one (one and won), three spellings of two (to, too, and two) and only one spelling of three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does cargo go by ship and shipment go by car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can there be such a thing as a "jumbo shrimp"?  Is it jumbo or is it a shrimp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are "head over heels in love" does that really mean anything?  My head is always over my heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called fasting?  It seems to go by so slow when I do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour and 24 hours in a day, how come I have no time for anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I walk a mile in your shoes, do they become my shoes and would you really want them back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a hole has nothing in it, why are they called donut holes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a cow called beef, a pig called pork and lamb called mutton?  I guess it doesn't sound good saying "give me some roast cow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of jokes do they say in Poland?  What kind of jokes do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonds&lt;/span&gt; tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Welsh people ever pay up on bets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are over 6 billion people in the world, why do we even bother with the few that bother us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the headline on an advertisement reads "Sale! Last Week!"  does that mean you missed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can buy a bag of 300 napkins for $1.50 why do women have to spend $7.00 on just 24 napkins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two planes have a "near miss" does that mean they actually collided?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-5961501846535081344?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/5961501846535081344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=5961501846535081344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5961501846535081344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5961501846535081344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-things-to-ponder.html' title='Some things to ponder'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-7700823049592163736</id><published>2008-05-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:08:03.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Wise Ass</title><content type='html'>Did you ever do something just to piss someone off.  Not really to instigate something but just to retaliate.  I like to do this.  I like to play practical jokes on people that just don't know when to stop. I think it is really funny sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people take me too seriously.  They know me better and know how I am almost always joking or setting up a joke.  It may not be funny, but it is still a joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess that makes the joke even funnier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-7700823049592163736?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/7700823049592163736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=7700823049592163736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7700823049592163736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/7700823049592163736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-wise-ass.html' title='Being a Wise Ass'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-689090279803580050</id><published>2008-05-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:35:34.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strange dream</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I have dreams that tell me about something that will be happening in the very near future.  I can tell when I have one of these dreams because of the feeling I have when I wake up.  I also remember certain things about the dream that make me believe it is telling me something.  All of my dreams are not like this, just some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had one of those dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream I was with my grandfather.  My grandfather died over 10 years ago.  In the dream he was looking for me.  He said that he didn't really die, he just had to clear up some family business and had to go into hiding for a while.  My grandfather is 100% Italian.  His parents came to America from Italy.  Because of this background I knew that the "family business" had to do with both our family and a Mafia connection.  Now all my life I had believed that there was no connection between my family and the mafia but in this dream there was.  Of the 5 grandsons my grandfather had, I was the closest to him.  I was the most "Italian acting" of the grandsons and I think he liked that.  My grandfather was also very short.  He always reminded me of a lawn gnome. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  It was good seeing him again, even if only in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then took me to meet someone.  The scenery was very futuristic.  We went into a building that was actually underground and in the desert.  He introduced me to a man.  At first he told me he was my future son-in-law.  This man was tall and was wearing an Air Force uniform.  He said he was a commander in the U.S. Air Force.  I only have one daughter so I assume it was her husband.  Later he told me this man was my son that I didn't know about.  If this was my son, he would be about 10 years older than my oldest son.  It would mean that I was about 12 when he was born.  I know my life and either that is impossible or I did something when I was 12 that I never knew about (think about that one! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;).  I told him I was very pleased to meet him then I turned to my grandfather and said "If this is my son, I love him but I want to go back to my other kids in the present." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that the last time I had a dream of this grandfather was 3 days before he died.  In that dream I knew it meant that he was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I gathered from this dream is that something will happen in the next 3 days that will affect my future.  It will have a great impact on me and my family.  By the feeling I had when I woke up it should be positive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another part to the dream but I have to keep that between me and the one that was in it.  I am sure when she reads this she will ask me about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-689090279803580050?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/689090279803580050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=689090279803580050' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/689090279803580050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/689090279803580050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/05/strange-dream.html' title='strange dream'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6207890135259631087</id><published>2008-05-20T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:46:18.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fruits</title><content type='html'>I was sitting on the couch one day and I was thinking about different kinds of fruits.  I have always loved certain fruits and hated others.  Oranges, pineapple, mangoes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pomegranates&lt;/span&gt; and apples are some of my favorites. &lt;br /&gt;One time I bought some oranges, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pomegranate&lt;/span&gt;, a mango and an apple and cut them up.  I mixed it with some cool-whip and put it in the refrigerator for a few hours.  It was really good.  I should try making that again. &lt;br /&gt;I like to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; on some fruits too. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I wrote this, I just haven't added anything in a while. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say hello to my newest reader too!  I don't know if there are 2 new readers or just one but hello anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to my long time reader, well, hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; laughed at this one! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  Thanks for mentioning me again in yuor latest blog! AM I really very nice? hahaha. Well, you are too! Hope to see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6207890135259631087?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6207890135259631087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6207890135259631087' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6207890135259631087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6207890135259631087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/05/fruits.html' title='fruits'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-1551340451698648116</id><published>2008-05-06T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:41:50.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalking</title><content type='html'>Well, I was told that someone in the Philippines is snooping on me so this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats!  You found this!  You must be so proud of yourself.  What I wonder is if you have a life?  Don't you have anything better to do?  Do you think you are helping anything?  Well,  you're not and the one you are making it worse for is not me but the one you are snooping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any guts, email me.  Show your face.  Otherwise, you are just a gossip that has no life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-1551340451698648116?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/1551340451698648116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=1551340451698648116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1551340451698648116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/1551340451698648116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/05/stalking.html' title='Stalking'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-8363128491922231364</id><published>2008-05-05T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T03:05:25.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>As we go through life we all have problems that come up from time to time.  When we are in a relationship the problems can be with one person, the other or both.  How we deal with these problems shows a lot about how we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want to solve all the problems.  They take it upon themselves to solve everything.  Weather this is because they want to help, they think they wont get help, they think that only they can solve the problem or all three are reasons they are like this.  Usually they can come up with a solution or answer and everything is well.  The bad part about this is when they can't solve it.  Things just get worse for these people.  Also, eventually they get exhausted trying to solve every problem that they finally give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people leave it to their mate to solve.  They think they are trying but really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;.  Weather it is fear of being wrong or just not capable of doing it, they rely on another person always.  They show their appreciation when the problem is solved and they think all is well.  The problem with these people is that, like above, the solver may just become too exhausted and finally give up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the people that say "Come on, give me your hand, let's do this together."  These people realize it is much easier for two to solve a problem than just one.  They want to be there for the other person and they want that person there for them.  This kind of person will never worry when something arises because they know that together, they can solve anything.  They may not have all the answers but they will never stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that person.  Thanks for taking my hand.  Thanks for pulling me up.  Knowing you are there for me I can get through this.  You are amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-8363128491922231364?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/8363128491922231364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=8363128491922231364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8363128491922231364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/8363128491922231364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/05/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-3652606112731335477</id><published>2008-04-29T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:37:06.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>Well, today was one of those average days.  I wasn't in a bad mood but I wasn't in a good one either.  Not much was going on and not much was expected.  That all changed in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend and I have been a couple for over a year now.  Things are going great and I am really looking forward to a future with her in it.  We really have a great time when we are together and everything seems so right.  It feels like we were made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girlfriend loves to write and blog.  I would read every blog and sometimes laugh at what she is writing about, like slippers! hahaha  Earlier in our relationship I would always read her blogs hoping to see something about me.  There never was.  At first it did bother me and when I asked her about it, she had a good reason.  I accepted that reason.  I could understand why and it was quite legitimate.  Sometimes we have to look at things from the other person's perspective to understand everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the surprise.  Today in one of her blogs she wrote "And my lovelife, yes, it's amazing."  WOW!!!!!!  Can you imagine how I felt?  Something about me????  Well, that just made today a GREAT day.  Nothing ordinary about today.  I'm floating on the clouds now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how just a few words can change a person.  I've been recognized.  I am somebody online now.  I exist.  What an amazing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby, you just can't imagine how much this means to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-3652606112731335477?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/3652606112731335477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=3652606112731335477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3652606112731335477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3652606112731335477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/04/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6630621039520584179</id><published>2008-04-13T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T02:34:57.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good month</title><content type='html'>So far this has been a good month.  There have been a few minor things but nothing to get worked up about.  I had a good feeling going into the month that somehow it would be different.  I have gotten good news in several different areas and it feels like there is more to come. &lt;br /&gt;Things are changing for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6630621039520584179?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6630621039520584179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6630621039520584179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6630621039520584179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6630621039520584179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-month.html' title='Good month'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-3132437379214149962</id><published>2008-04-03T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:08:28.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>I miss you................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-3132437379214149962?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/3132437379214149962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=3132437379214149962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3132437379214149962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3132437379214149962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/04/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-4275861589990727261</id><published>2008-03-16T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:56:41.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to travel. There are so many different places to go and things to see. There can be adventures, sight seeing, eating different kinds of foods and even just laying on the beach. Here are my top 10 places I want to go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong. I love the pictures I have seen of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt;. The lights at night give it that look of excitement and that there would always be something to do. I would also like to try authentic Chinese food and what better place is there? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. African Safari. To see all those animals in their natural habitat would be amazing. I would have to bring my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;digicam&lt;/span&gt; and probably 10 memory cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. Well, just look at some of those hotels. Each one is like a country of it's own. You can get any type of food there also. It's never boring there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Phukett&lt;/span&gt;, Thailand. I have heard so many things about this place. Here would be a place just to get away from everything and just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rome, Italy. Food! Food! and more Food! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I can also go to Vatican City. This would be a real treat for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Israel. Well, I would be afraid to go here due to the violence but I would also love to see the places from the Bible. I am not religious but I think it would be inspiring to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. El Salvador. Much like the African safari, this would be a jungle safari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Australia. The outback, crocks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;koalas&lt;/span&gt; and kangaroos. I'll have a few shrimp from the barbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Bangkok. I want to see the ancient ruins there. I love history and that would be just amazing to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Belize&lt;/span&gt;. Don't know if I spelled that right but I would love to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mayan&lt;/span&gt; ruins there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more places. I know I can come up with over 100 if I wanted to. Now all I need is the money! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone care to join me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-4275861589990727261?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/4275861589990727261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=4275861589990727261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4275861589990727261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4275861589990727261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6068349799652166322</id><published>2008-03-03T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:45:30.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change</title><content type='html'>I noticed that some of my blogs have been negative lately.  Well, it's about time to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a GREAT mood today.  I'm in love and so happy with her.  Work was easy today.  Everything looks to be getting better.  The future looks bright for a change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6068349799652166322?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6068349799652166322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6068349799652166322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6068349799652166322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6068349799652166322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/03/change.html' title='A Change'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-4401124736455038840</id><published>2008-02-29T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:58:26.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow up and think!</title><content type='html'>Some people can be so selfish.  They always think of themselves and not how they affect or are treated by others.  They can have something as close to perfect as they can find yet still they can find something wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Life is not perfect.  Things will not always go the way we want them to.  Sometimes we have to think before we complain.  Just because something little goes wrong, that doesn't give you the right to complain about it.  Put things into perspective.  Think of what is bothering you.  Is it worth complaining about?  Is it realyl an issue?  Do you do the same thing but don't realize it? &lt;br /&gt;We tend to expect our partners to be perfect and mindreaders.  Are we so perfect that we can demand that from our partner?  I don't think so.  wise up or you might lose the best thing in your life!&lt;br /&gt;I said this to myself when I looked into the mirror today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-4401124736455038840?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/4401124736455038840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=4401124736455038840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4401124736455038840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/4401124736455038840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/02/grow-up-and-think.html' title='Grow up and think!'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-3176032479313500840</id><published>2008-02-29T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:17:19.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying what you mean</title><content type='html'>I was talking to an old friend the other day and she told me that she and her bf had broken up.  I asked what happened and she told me they had an argument and at the end he asked her if she still wants to be his gf.&lt;br /&gt;I asked what she said and this is what she said "I told him no thinking that he would try to convince me to stay with him."&lt;br /&gt;WHAT????????????????  Was she CRAZY????  Why on earth would anyone do something so stupid?  It's like that song by The 4 seasons "big girls don't cry".  It backfired in the song and it backfired on her.  Now she is in a mess because the guy she loves thinks she is just playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;People should just say what they feel, not say things to get a reaction if they don't believe what they are saying.  This would stop a lot of problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-3176032479313500840?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/3176032479313500840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=3176032479313500840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3176032479313500840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/3176032479313500840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/02/saying-what-you-mean.html' title='Saying what you mean'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-2207556713620425942</id><published>2008-02-18T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:31:22.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Feelings II</title><content type='html'>Well, I knew it.  Something bad has happened. &lt;br /&gt;I really hate when this happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my baby, I love you Arleah.  I miss you so much hon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-2207556713620425942?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/2207556713620425942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=2207556713620425942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/2207556713620425942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/2207556713620425942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-feelings-ii.html' title='Bad Feelings II'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-5817367017104119311</id><published>2008-02-17T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T00:17:57.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Feelings</title><content type='html'>Did you ever have one of those days when you just know you  are going to hear bad news or something bad is going to happen?  Today is one of those days.  I don't know what causes it but it usually is justified.  I hope it isn't too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is worse though, finally getting the bad news or the waiting beforehand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, bring it on!!!!!  Let's get this over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better days are ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-5817367017104119311?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/5817367017104119311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=5817367017104119311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5817367017104119311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5817367017104119311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-feelings.html' title='Bad Feelings'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-9103144829686569168</id><published>2008-01-15T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:00:19.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>Well, it's the beginning of a new year and at this time I usually reflect back on the past year and look forward to the new one. I like to look back and see what mistakes I have made and how I could have prevented them. I think about the good things that have happened and the not-so-good things. I also try to plan what I want to accomplish this year and how to go about doing it. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. It seems that when I rely on myself only, I can accomplish more than if I rely on help from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;Well, first the bad things. I went from working days back to nights again. The pay is better but I really hate working nights. It's hard to get a good sleep and everyone thinks you have all day to do things for them. After I clear up a big personal issue, I will try to transfer to days.&lt;br /&gt;Another bad thing, my mother had a heart attack. She is doing better now but it was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;. This isn't her first one and I was worried that it might be bad. I had to cancel my vacation but that is really secondary because it is my mom and her health. I was so happy with the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arleah&lt;/span&gt; handled it. She was kind, understanding and just so sweet. I don't think she has a selfish bone in her body. That's just one of the many reasons I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;A third bad thing? Well, I was in a car accident. I totaled my car and injured my back. I have healed completely and I have a different car now.&lt;br /&gt;Now for the good things.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to meet the most wonderful woman in the world last year. She is just amazing. We really hit it off when we first met. I am sure you have read all the things I have said about her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I think I sound obsessed! At first I was a bit worried that it was just infatuation. She is sexy and so pretty so was I just letting that interfere with how she was as a person? Well, there is no doubt just how wonderful a person she is. She treats me with respect, dignity and makes me feel like I can accomplish anything with her by my side. If I were to write about her only, I could fill this blog, and the next one, and the next one, and the next one and....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;another good thing, well, I was able to pay down a LOT of my debt. It has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weighing&lt;/span&gt; on my mind a lot so it was nice to see where I was January of last year and where I am now. I should have that problem solved by year end or earlier. That is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;My kids are with me. I love my kids. Every night when they kiss me goodnight or wave goodbye when I take them to school I feel so good. If that wasn't good enough, my oldest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; accepted into one of the top 3 universities in America. I'm so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I met the most wonderful woman in the world? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I guess I did. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Things are becoming clearer for me and my future. I know what I want and I think I know how to get it. I don't need miracles to get there, just not so many roadblocks. January has started off well and I have a good feeling about this year. Many changes in store and I believe, in this case, change is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-9103144829686569168?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/9103144829686569168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=9103144829686569168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/9103144829686569168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/9103144829686569168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-5743235807222984392</id><published>2007-11-27T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:30:23.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Mates</title><content type='html'>I always used to think that the term "Soul Mate" was being used by people that were just in love and feeling goofy.  It's like calling someone "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;schnookums&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;babycakes&lt;/span&gt;" or any other term.  I never thought there was really a soul mate. That was until February.&lt;br /&gt;In February, I first met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arleah&lt;/span&gt; in person.  We really hit it off.  We had been chatting for a while and we became close and we seemed to get along fine after a period of just the opposite.  Anyone can chat and get along with someone.  That doesn't really show that you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;compatible&lt;/span&gt;, it just shows that you can talk about things. When we met though, everything seemed to go great.  We had good conversation and we really enjoyed each other's company.  At that time, I thought there was a great chance that her and I would become a good couple with a really strong relationship. &lt;br /&gt;Since then, we continued to chat and really got to know each other well.  She got to know the real me and I got to know the real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Arleah&lt;/span&gt;.  Our feelings grew stronger every time we chatted.  At first I was worried that it was only me that was feeling this way.  I learned that it was mutual!&lt;br /&gt;We were able to get together again in October.  Well, it was just amazing.  Everything we did just seemed like the right thing to do no matter what it was.  We could have been eating, walking, swimming, talking, or even just sitting together and it seemed like there was nothing else I would rather be doing.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to meet 2 aunts, 2 brothers, a sister-in-law, a nephew and 3 nieces.  I never felt so comfortable meeting family before.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arleah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel the need to watch over me as if to protect me from anything I might say wrong.  She had a confidence about me that she was not afraid to let me be me in front of her family.  I was also able to meet one of her friends for dinner.  It was ease to talk to him since he talked British (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;All in all I had a wonderful visit spending time with her and meeting her friends and family.  I hope next time I can meet more friends that I have heard of like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Beng&lt;/span&gt; and Sara and some others she has mentioned. I also can't wait to meet her mother.  She seems so nice on the phone and is really a pleasure to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after this visit I really had to rethink my opinion of soul mates.  I think I found mine.&lt;br /&gt;I love you hon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-5743235807222984392?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/5743235807222984392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=5743235807222984392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5743235807222984392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/5743235807222984392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2007/11/soul-mates.html' title='Soul Mates'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974478974403864810.post-6740292341489747329</id><published>2007-11-08T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:18:02.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boracay</title><content type='html'>Last month I went to Boracay with my girlfriend Arleah.  It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in station 1.  The beach was beautiful. The white sand and crystal clear water was breathtaking. The weather was perfect. It seems as if God wanted everything to be the way it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel/resort was very nice.  There was a great pool and it was also right on the beach. The room was spacious and clean. The name of the place is Las Brisas.  I highly recommend it to anyone that is going to Boracay.  The staff was nice and the breakfast was tasty.  I think it helped that we were the only ones there for one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to the beach the sand was beautiful. I have never been on a white sand beach before. The sand was cool even though it was quite warm out.  The water was warm when we first went in. It was so clear too. We were able to go out about 100 meters and still it was only up to my knees. Whle sitting in the water some fish swam up to us. I think one fish liked Arleah.  It kept swimming between us as to keep me away from her. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On morning we woke up early and went for a walk.  We first walked along the beach and took in the scenery. What a beautiful morning. I couldnt ask for more than to be with my gf walking in paradise. We then walked along a walkway and saw some of the shops and places to eat. So many came up to us and asked if we wanted to go island hopping. Maybe next trip or maybe we can go on a banana boat! There was even a child selling something that made us promise to come back later to buy it.  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest part was the amazing woman I was with. Let me tell y ou about her. We first met in February. She was really nice and we really got along great. When I came back to see her last month, I think our feelings exploded. Everything went perfect. I can honestly say that we fell deep in love. Before this trip I know we both cared for each other and were in love, but not like now.  We are perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she pretty? Of course!  Sexy? Of course! Is that wy I love her? NO!  She is so sweet. Never afraid to show her love. Making me feel so important. Everything is just right when we are together. It isnt her words but her actions. Anyone can say anything but when you do things naturally and it makes the other feel special, that is what we all need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Arleah. You are what i need in my life. Thanks for being you and for letting me be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching ching taba taba ching ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is your fault hon. It is your fault I am happy. It is your fault I am in love with you. It is your fault I cant get you out of my mind. It is your fault I want to live forever with you by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974478974403864810-6740292341489747329?l=atknightman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/feeds/6740292341489747329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974478974403864810&amp;postID=6740292341489747329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6740292341489747329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974478974403864810/posts/default/6740292341489747329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atknightman.blogspot.com/2007/11/boracay.html' title='Boracay'/><author><name>knightman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17746267107789845074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
