<?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-7836829881097691418</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:54:50.618-08:00</updated><category term='Army Memories'/><title type='text'>Things are changing, It always gets better.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-5024056311629225121</id><published>2009-08-17T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:58:03.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike vs Food!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sol5JsCYxOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3jZ0j0Lhsbs/s1600-h/wild+wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370957237962982626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sol5JsCYxOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3jZ0j0Lhsbs/s320/wild+wings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am away for a few days and Rocky and I decided to save a little money by staying with some friends. Rocky and this guy love hot wings so we went to Buffalo Wild wings. The normal wings were good and they have a fun trivia game that we played while eating. As we were enjoying the food and friends, the manager came to the table next to us and started to make the announcement for a challenge. The challenger had to eat 12 of the hottest wings in under 6 minutes. Complete the challenge in under 2 minutes and the wings are free. If you do it you get your picture on the wall and the eternal envy of all your friends. I made up my mind to take the challenge and to beat the time of the guy before me. I was eating wings way faster than him, so in my mind this shouldn't be an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sol1LtVrhVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wGYX8pn5pSY/s1600-h/tears+to+my+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370952874625566034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sol1LtVrhVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wGYX8pn5pSY/s400/tears+to+my+eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it didn't go as well as planned. I started off great. It was a heads up challenge between me and a young asian kid. I was winning, people were cheering, at any minute my picture would be on the wall and bragging rights would be mine. I bit off a little more than I could swallow and the chicken stayed in my mouth a little too long. That was the begining of the end. It was so hot. My eyes started to water, my hands started to shake, and I cant ever even expain what began to happen in my stomach. The asian kid soon caught up, overtook me and won his challenge. After 8 wings, with four to go I gave up. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370959531390719634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sol7PLuK1pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nfcy89nKZDI/s200/fire+face2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awful.  The waitress said sugar would help so I poured a few of those on my tounge, and then tried some water, then someone gave me a soda....none helped, and my stomach was not happy.  I decided to leave and on the way out there was the bathroom.  I couldn't pass it up....I threw up a boot!!!  The picture above is of me after expelling the contents of my stomach.  My eyes and lips began to swell.  Oh God Please help me!!!  On the ride home Rocky and the other guy we were with asked if I could please breath through my nose because the smell from the wings was burning thier eyes....HOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final Score...Food 1 Mike 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will not be a rematch.&lt;br /&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/7836829881097691418-5024056311629225121?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5024056311629225121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=5024056311629225121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/5024056311629225121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/5024056311629225121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2009/08/mike-vs-food.html' title='Mike vs Food!!!'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sol5JsCYxOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3jZ0j0Lhsbs/s72-c/wild+wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-503662146212741983</id><published>2009-07-14T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:15:20.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your in the ARMY NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sl0Mg9j8-qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1d81kXN5p9E/s1600-h/combatives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358452892061465250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sl0Mg9j8-qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1d81kXN5p9E/s400/combatives.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a long week so far, but a good one. We are half way done. Breanna got to come with me and see what I do while I am away with the army.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sl0OkMOahCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rjfwbzWyL_c/s1600-h/moderncombativesdvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 291px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358455146560521250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sl0OkMOahCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rjfwbzWyL_c/s400/moderncombativesdvd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She has seen a couple of days of Combatives training. Watching the students learn all of the basics like dominate body posistions. And moving into more advance stuff like the "rear naked choke", all kinds of arm bars and sweeps. And lots of different chokes. Thursday she gets to witness the famous "Achieve the Clinch drill" Its two minutes of a student getting punched in the head and body while they try to apply a clinch to stop the onslaught of fist comming at their face. Each student has to "win" 3 of 4 times in order to graduate this course. I got nerve damage in my face when I went through this course two years ago. But it feels good to know you can do it once it is all over. Pride levels are high when you get that certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were there today it got a little hot and one of the students felt dizzy. I get pretty bored waiting around for someone to get hurt so sad to say but its fun for me when someone gets hurt cause I get to practice my craft. I checked him out and everything was pretty much normal. He was just a little over heated...but in the army, and when your a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sl0QYgKg9QI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dlBPodYL_ZI/s1600-h/combat-lifesaver-course.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358457144777700610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sl0QYgKg9QI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dlBPodYL_ZI/s400/combat-lifesaver-course.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;medic...EVERYTHING calls for an I.V. Sometimes even nothing at all means your getting an I.V. Its been a while since I have stuck someone, but like an old pro I got it the first time. Luck for him, cause I don't waste needles, I like to "fish" until I find it. Its much more economical that way, and the patient will remember me always. I didn't have to fish this time...oh well. He got his fluids and with the needle still in his arm and the bag still hooked up, it was right back to the mat for him. You cant miss training if you want to succeed. He is fine now, and we are looking forward to our next patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836829881097691418-503662146212741983?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/503662146212741983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=503662146212741983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/503662146212741983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/503662146212741983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-in-army-now.html' title='Your in the ARMY NOW!'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/Sl0Mg9j8-qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1d81kXN5p9E/s72-c/combatives.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-5671215081579432594</id><published>2009-07-07T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:10:07.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A different kind of meal???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQnS3tcvEI/AAAAAAAAADc/nIp1WOFzJJ0/s1600-h/sausage+and+meatballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355949061996067906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQnS3tcvEI/AAAAAAAAADc/nIp1WOFzJJ0/s400/sausage+and+meatballs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a while back Ryan and I went to a certain place to eat.  I dare not name the place for fear of retaliation from their staff.  Lets just say that Breanna might work there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was sooooo hungry!!!  I decided that pasta with sausage and meat balls would be delicous.  To my surprise, they had a different idea of how the presentation of the meal should look.  Never in a million years would I think that a server at a fine dining facility such as this would dare to set a meal that looked like this before me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, okay.  Truth is that I am a pig and the second I got this plate I knew what had to be done.  I will do almost any thing for a laugh, so I rearranged the items a bit.  I did not touch the food.  I would look at every employee right in the eye and then glance down at my plate.  No one noticed, and after about ten minutes it was getting frusterating.  Finally a male employee/fellow pig saw it and thought it was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my overall rating for the restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atmosphere  3.5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall food taste  4.o stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food presentation......5.0 stars!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly recomend this for your next dinning experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836829881097691418-5671215081579432594?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5671215081579432594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=5671215081579432594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/5671215081579432594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/5671215081579432594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2009/07/different-kind-of-meal.html' title='A different kind of meal???'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQnS3tcvEI/AAAAAAAAADc/nIp1WOFzJJ0/s72-c/sausage+and+meatballs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-5726606973119703398</id><published>2009-01-25T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:04:58.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CrAzY AnImALs!!!</title><content type='html'>Its been a while now but I have been meaning to share this. On New Years day Breanna, Gia and I all went to Oak Glen for the day. Bre and I were trying to decide what to do and nothing seemed that great, but then I remembered Oak Glen Apple Orchards from when Ryan's mom got married. So &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SX0RHRz3_rI/AAAAAAAAADU/EwQ4TFDT49Q/s1600-h/apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295407553595309746" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 149px; height: 99px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SX0RHRz3_rI/AAAAAAAAADU/EwQ4TFDT49Q/s400/apples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we headed out just north of Yucaipa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a really nice drive up there, and it was nice to spend time with Bre and Gia. On the winding roads there was still sparse snow and everything was so green. I was excited when we got there, I wasn't sure if anything would be open cause of the holiday but everything was open for bussines. We walked though a couple of shops, and was very happy when Bre didn't have any objections to leaving them. They were sort of a cross between souvineer and antique shops....in other words they were BORING!!! We walked up the hill a ways and saw that there was a petting zoo. I bought Gia a cup of dried corn to feed to the animals and we set off along the trail. It was nice, there were all different kinds of animals and birds in cages and a ways up the trail there was the little petting zoo, and thats where the wierdness began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SX0HmCVTenI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3QRp-krQq-8/s1600-h/baby+goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295397086900222578" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 114px; height: 129px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SX0HmCVTenI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3QRp-krQq-8/s400/baby+goat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SX0HmCVTenI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3QRp-krQq-8/s1600-h/baby+goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the entrance to the gate was a pig that would not get out of the way, so we had to go in the exit. Then once we bypassed the pig/gate keeper we went in and this cute little goat came running up to us. Everything was fine untill the baby goat knocked the corn out of Gia's hands and then put its hooves up on Gia's shoulders and was staring her right in the face. Gia looked terrified, so I kicked the goat, then the goat started to RAM the other animals that were coming around to eat the dried corn. It was a good time for us to move along to some other animals. We went to pet a llama but the little goat from hell would not leave us alone so we had to get out of there. We moved to the outside of the fence and were about to pet the llama when AAAAA CHEW!!!! The llama sneezed on me and left nasty green somethings on my hand. GROSS!!! And I cant begin to describe the smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our ordeal we thought it might be nice for Gia to ride a cute little pony, what could go wrong right? So there Gia was looking so adorable going around and around on the back of the pony, I turned around to say something to Bre when I saw this look on her face...aparently the pony was done working for food, or needed a day off. It started to buck and jump and poor little Gia was again scared. We took her off the pony and decided to go eat. The food wasn't bad, but it was way over priced, but I think that is usually the case in places like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SX0HZYKphTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EjYWWSX5nJc/s1600-h/351366576_1207890246_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295396869422810418" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 400px; height: 301px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SX0HZYKphTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EjYWWSX5nJc/s400/351366576_1207890246_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to check out the reptile area...what other wierd stuff could happen today? It didn't take long for us to come across a snake eating a rat that looked exactly like Sammy. Sammy is a rat that belongs to Gia. She named him sammy cause she said he was cute, and now here was sammy's look a like being eatten for lunch, and of course we watched the entire feast. Gia didn't seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SX0HPH2riMI/AAAAAAAAACs/QSCPkOUEnCY/s1600-h/snake+eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SX0JCqz9sQI/AAAAAAAAADE/6hGe6P-dl0I/s1600-h/gia+in+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295398678314201346" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 351px; height: 265px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SX0JCqz9sQI/AAAAAAAAADE/6hGe6P-dl0I/s400/gia+in+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After seeing the last part of the rat's tail go down the hatch, we left and crossed the street so Gia could play in the snow. There wasn't much but it was fun seeing her run around and have so much fun. It wasn't long before Gia tossed a snow ball, then I launched one back...opps Bre got hit in the cross fire, and I got hit by way too many snow balls. All in all the day was great and as long as Gia isn't too traumatized I would definatley go back for another visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SX0HmCVTenI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3QRp-krQq-8/s1600-h/baby+goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7836829881097691418-5726606973119703398?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5726606973119703398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=5726606973119703398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/5726606973119703398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/5726606973119703398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-animals.html' title='CrAzY AnImALs!!!'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SX0RHRz3_rI/AAAAAAAAADU/EwQ4TFDT49Q/s72-c/apples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-8762013721028829276</id><published>2008-12-28T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:51:32.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red in the Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SVh_Z30ozsI/AAAAAAAAACc/SxIiIZ-WZqU/s1600-h/face+slap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285114245177462466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SVh_Z30ozsI/AAAAAAAAACc/SxIiIZ-WZqU/s400/face+slap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night Breanna and I were sitting on the couch watching The Office and we are kind of goofing around and being silly.  I pushed her arm away from me and told her not to touch me.  Then she puts her hand right up to my face and says "I'm not touching you...I'm not touching you."  So I stuck out my tounge and licked her hand...WHACK!!!  She slapped my face so hard.  I totally grossed her out and that was her first reaction.  I think I laughed for about five minutes and it was way worth the slap in the face for the reaction that came from Breanna.  It was all my fault any way.  I am about the least mature person ever so I guess I get what I deserve, and no I did not learn a lesson from this cause I'm thinking a wet willie might be in someone's near future.  HA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836829881097691418-8762013721028829276?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8762013721028829276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=8762013721028829276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/8762013721028829276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/8762013721028829276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2008/12/red-in-face.html' title='Red in the Face'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SVh_Z30ozsI/AAAAAAAAACc/SxIiIZ-WZqU/s72-c/face+slap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-1886707776552305242</id><published>2008-12-16T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:03:59.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:80jjetb-ZB2j0M:http://cookiesgraphics.com/images2/cinderella"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:80jjetb-ZB2j0M:http://cookiesgraphics.com/images2/cinderella"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" alt="" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:80jjetb-ZB2j0M:http://cookiesgraphics.com/images2/cinderella" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight I asked my daughter Gia to go on a Daddy Daughter date with me.  I told her that I would put on my suit, and she could where a nice dress and I would take her to dinner, and afterward we could go on a carriage ride at the mission in.  She looked at me like I was some sort of alien and quickly replied, "okay, but I'm not going to kiss you."  What a response!  I hope she says that to all the boys.  I explained that its not like a real date, it was just a time when Daddy get to spend special time with his little girl, and of course there would be no kissing cause that would be sick and gross and lots of other wierd things.  I think she understood, so maybe this weekend my little princess and I will go for our carriage ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7836829881097691418-1886707776552305242?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1886707776552305242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=1886707776552305242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/1886707776552305242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/1886707776552305242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2008/12/daddy-daughter-date-night.html' title='Daddy Daughter Date Night'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-4038560464145152256</id><published>2008-12-16T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:53:51.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not going to like it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SUisJhQgEnI/AAAAAAAAACU/0Gk1HMyRG28/s1600-h/DSCF0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280659842638287474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SUisJhQgEnI/AAAAAAAAACU/0Gk1HMyRG28/s200/DSCF0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Rocky had been bugging me for weeks about going to Threshold.  Its a climbing gym here in riverside.  He would come in and talk about how great it was, and even went so far as to get us all a free pass so we could try it out.  I finally agreed to go, but only to prove to him that I would not like it.  After all, exercise is not fun, and climbing a rock would be no different to me.  I have asked people before why they climb things and what was so exciting about it, and often I have heard lame answers like..."because its there."  What ever, I knew I wasn't going to like it but if going there for an hour to prove it was all it would take, I could handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan back fired!!!  I enjoyed it so much, I signed up for a year and now I am so motivated to get into another shape besides round.  I started running again, and hitting the weights, in addition to the climbing and so far I have lost 15 pounds and it hasn't even been a month yet.  I'm not great at it yet, but I feel like I'm improving pretty fast.  I changed my diet too, and for the first time in a long time I feel like this could be a life style rather than just another diet.  So yeah, my narrow mindedness got the best of me again, but it worked out great cause I found something that I really enjoy.  Its so cool too, cause my girl friend Breanna seems to like it a lot too and Ryan and Rocky both go there, and its owned by a guy who goes to Sandals church.  Now I just have to figure a way to get rid of the blisters on my hands from all the climbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Rocky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SUisJGy3plI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z2pkXZM_RDk/s1600-h/DSCF0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SUisI4GlDXI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tv8E9E18Nuk/s1600-h/DSCF0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SUisJGy3plI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z2pkXZM_RDk/s1600-h/DSCF0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280659835534681682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SUisJGy3plI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z2pkXZM_RDk/s200/DSCF0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SUisI4GlDXI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tv8E9E18Nuk/s1600-h/DSCF0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SUisI4GlDXI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tv8E9E18Nuk/s1600-h/DSCF0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280659831590817138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SUisI4GlDXI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tv8E9E18Nuk/s200/DSCF0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SUisI4GlDXI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tv8E9E18Nuk/s1600-h/DSCF0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836829881097691418-4038560464145152256?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4038560464145152256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=4038560464145152256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/4038560464145152256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/4038560464145152256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-going-to-like-it.html' title='I&apos;m not going to like it!'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SUisJhQgEnI/AAAAAAAAACU/0Gk1HMyRG28/s72-c/DSCF0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-1274268456946257539</id><published>2008-12-02T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:23:30.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger Bread House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/STYXIs4l8fI/AAAAAAAAABU/lAkQMf9STpU/s1600-h/DSCF0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275429451766034930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/STYXIs4l8fI/AAAAAAAAABU/lAkQMf9STpU/s320/DSCF0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to pick up Gia today and it was my lucky day! Most days when I pick her up I get little drawings, and macaroni glued to purple paper, but today was different. Today she made me the good stuff. Not that it is not all great, but this took it to a new level. She made a ginger bread house. It was made with gram crakers, and hersheys kisses and peppermints. It looked so amazing! I wish I could keep it forever. Gia of course just wants to eat every little piece of candy that make up the doors and windows, but I have her convinced that we should keep it in one piece for now. Days like these are the best days to be a dad. I was so proud of my little girl.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/STYXWaxY1WI/AAAAAAAAABc/6U_vwrms_fE/s1600-h/DSCF0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275429687422145890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/STYXWaxY1WI/AAAAAAAAABc/6U_vwrms_fE/s320/DSCF0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7836829881097691418-1274268456946257539?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1274268456946257539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=1274268456946257539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/1274268456946257539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/1274268456946257539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2008/12/ginger-bread-house.html' title='Ginger Bread House'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/STYXIs4l8fI/AAAAAAAAABU/lAkQMf9STpU/s72-c/DSCF0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-5636775088829461144</id><published>2008-11-26T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:48:44.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign here please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SS4WDu3l1XI/AAAAAAAAABM/7j7GfU9NWDA/s1600-h/credit+cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273176467074045298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SS4WDu3l1XI/AAAAAAAAABM/7j7GfU9NWDA/s320/credit+cards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you gone shopping and when you are done, you make it all the way to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the counter to pay, you pull out the card and when you go to sign.....nothing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This happens to me often.  When ever I have to sign a paper reciept on top of a check out counter, it just does not work.  I try pen after pen and I try to explain to the cashier that I have been studying this problem for a long time now and I know what the problem is but NOOOOOOO! They just hand me another pen.  And the paper is getting worn out, so pretty soon they are going to have to reprint another reciept so I can try again.  Don't they know that normal pens don't work on an average counter tops.  This might sound so lame and shallow to some people but really?  Its not like the credit card thing is new!  Get a pad for people to write on, or......jump into the present and get an electronic signiture pad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836829881097691418-5636775088829461144?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5636775088829461144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=5636775088829461144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/5636775088829461144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/5636775088829461144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/sign-here-please.html' title='Sign here please.'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SS4WDu3l1XI/AAAAAAAAABM/7j7GfU9NWDA/s72-c/credit+cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-5665556314069283370</id><published>2008-11-26T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:34:17.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>101-150  If you don't know me by now....</title><content type='html'>101. An eccentric millionaire offers to donate a large sum to charity if you will step -- completely naked -- from a car onto a busy downtown street, walk four blocks, and climb back into the car. Knowing that there would be no danger of physical abuse, would you do it?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people's?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Does the fact that you have never done something before increase or decrease its appeal to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. SORRY THIS ONE WAS SENSORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. At a meal, your friends start belittling a common acquaintance&lt;a href="http://totse.com/en/religion/pagans_and_wiccans/question.html"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; If you felt their criticisms were unjustified, would you defend the person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Do you usually make a special effort to thank someone who does you a favor? How do you react when you aren't thanked for going out of your way for someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Would you like to have your rate of physical aging slowed by a factor of thirty so as to give you a life expectancy of about 2,000 years?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. You are invited to a party that will be attended by many fascinating people you've never met. Would you want to go if you had to go by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. Since adolescence, in what three-year period do you feel you experienced the most personal growth and change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. If you were having difficulty on an important test and could safely cheat by looking at someone else's paper, would you do so?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. If you parents became infirm and the only alternative to bringing them into your home was to put them in a nursing home, would you do so? What about a sister or brother who suffered a permanently crippling injury and -- other than your home -- had nowhere to go but a convalescent home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. If you were at a friend's house for Thanksgiving dinner and you found a dead cockroach in your salad, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. If you could take a one-month trip anywhere in the world and money were not a consideration, where would you go and what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by five years to become extremely attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Given the ability to project yourself into the past but not return, would you do so? Where would you go and what would you try to accomplish if you knew you might change the course of history?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. How many different sexual partners have you had in your life? Would you prefer to have had more or fewer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Have you ever considered suicide? What is so important to you that without it life would not be worth living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. If your friends and acquaintances were willing to bluntly and honestly tell you what they really thought of you, would you want them to?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. If this country were to suffer an unprovoked nuclear attack and would be totally obliterated in a matter of minutes, would you favor unleashing the U.S. nuclear arsenal upon the attackers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Would you accept $10,000 to shave your head and continue your normal activities sans hat or wig without explaining the reason for your haircut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. Were you able to wake up tomorrow in the body of someone else, would you do so? Whom would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. If you were happily married, and then met someone you felt was certain to always bring you deeply passionate, intoxicating love, would you leave your spouse? What if you had kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. When you do something ridiculous, how much does it bother you to have other people notice it and laugh at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. Who is the most important person in your life? What could you do to improve the relationship? Will you ever do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. Assuming that complete recovery were instantaneous, would you be willing to accept a year of complete paralysis below the neck to prevent the otherwise certain extinction of the blue whale?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Do you believe in capital punishment? Would you be willing to execute a man sentenced to death by the courts if you were selected by lot to do so and he would go free if you refused? Assume you know no details of the trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. You are at a lake with some friends; the sun is warm and the water is cold. Going into the water would temporarily chill you but you know that later the warm sun would be even more enjoyable and you would be glad you had gone in. Would you take the plunge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. Do you believe in any sort of God? If not, do you think you might still pray if you were in a life-threatening situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. While out one day, you are surprised to see your mother holding hands with someone who is clearly her lover. She notices you, runs over, and begs you not to say anything to your father. How would you respond? What would you do if your father later told you that he was going crazy because he kept thinking your mother was having an affair yet knew it was just his imagination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. If 100 people your age were chosen at random, how many do you think you'd find leading a more satisfying life than yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. If you went to a beach and it turned out to be a nude beach, would you stay and go swimming? Would you swim nude?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. Have you had satisfying sex within the last three months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. Would it disturb you much if, upon your death, your body were simply thrown into the woods and left to rot? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. Which would you prefer: a wild, turbulent life filled with joy, sorrow, passion, and adventure -- intoxicating successes and stunning setbacks; or a happy, secure, predictable life surrounded by friends and family without such wide swings of fortune and mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. If you knew your child would be severely retarted and would die by the age of five, would you decide to have an abortion?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Do you find it so hard to say "no" that you regularly do favors you do not want to do? If so, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. If you began to be very attracted to somneone of another race, how would your behavior differ from what it would be toward someone of your own race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Would you rather spend a month on vacation with your parents or put in overtime at your current job for four weeks without extra compensation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. Would you like to know the precise date of your death?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141. Would you accept a guaranteed, lifetime allowance of $50,000 per year (adjusted annually for inflation) if accepting it meant that you could never again earn money from either work or investments?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. Do you ever spit or pick your nose in public? What about cleaning your teeth with a toothpick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144. A close friend asks -- and genuinely wants -- your opinion about something, but your opinion is one that he is likely to find quite painful. For example, your friend is an artist and asks your honest estimate of his chances of being successful. You think he is an atrocious artist who hasn't the slightest chance of success. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. SENSORSHIP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. If you knew a thermonuclear holocaust would occur in precisely 20 years and no one would survive it, how would you change your present life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. When did you last cry in front of another person? by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148. If, by having a 2 inch by 2 inch tattoo, you could save five lives and prevent a terrorist attack, would you do so? If you were allowed to select the location and design, where would you have it and what would the design be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. Someone you love deeply is brutally murdered and you know the identity of the murderer, who unfortunately is acquitted of the crime&lt;a href="http://totse.com/en/religion/pagans_and_wiccans/question.html"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Would you seek revenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. Would you be willing to give up all television for the next five years if it would induce someone to provide for 1,000 starving children in Indonesia?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836829881097691418-5665556314069283370?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5665556314069283370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=5665556314069283370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/5665556314069283370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/5665556314069283370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/101-150-if-you-dont-know-me-by-now.html' title='101-150  If you don&apos;t know me by now....'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-7182761804561491761</id><published>2008-11-11T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:52:27.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know you (2)</title><content type='html'>Here are 50 more getting to know you quetions.  some of these amuse me greatly, try and guess which ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you have any specific long-term goals? What is one and how do you plan on reaching it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. For what in your life do you feel most grateful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. How do you react when people sing "Happy Birthday" to you in a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What is the worst psychological torture you can imagine suffering? Anything causing even minor physical injury should not be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Would you like your spouse to be both smarter and more attractive than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. If you found that a good friend had AIDS, would you avoid him? What if your brother or sister had it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Would you be willing to give up sex for one year if you knew it would give you a much deeper sense of peace than you have now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. A good friend pulls of a well-conceived practical joke that plays on one of your foibles and makes you look ridiculous. How would you react?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. By controlling medical research funds, you are in the position to guarantee that a cure will be found in 15 years for any disease you choose&lt;a href="http://totse.com/en/religion/pagans_and_wiccans/question.html"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately, no progress on any others would be made during that period. Would you target one disease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Would you add one year to your life if it meant taking one year from the life of someone in the world selected at random? Would it matter if you were told whose life you had shortened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Can you urinate in front of another person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. If you walked out of your house one morning and saw a bird with a broken wing huddled in some nearby bushes, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Assume there were a technological breakthrough that would allow people to travel as easily and cheaply between continents as between nearby cities. Unfortunately, there would also be 100,000 deaths a year from the device&lt;a href="http://totse.com/en/religion/pagans_and_wiccans/question.html"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Would you try to prevent its use?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. You and a person you love deeply are placed in separate rooms with a button next to each of you. You know that you will both be killed unless one of you presses your button before 60 minutes pass; furthermore, the first to press the button will save the other person, but will immediately be killed. What do you think you would do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. When you tell a story, do you often exaggerate or embellish it? If so, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Do you feel that advice from older people carries a special weigh because of their greater experience?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Without your kidney as a transplant, someone close to you will die within one month. The odds that you will survive the operation are only 50 percent, but should you survive you would be certain of normal life expectancy. Would you consent to the operation?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. When has your life dramatically changed as the result of some seemingly random external influence? How much do you feel in control of the course of your life?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. If a friend were almost always late, would you resent it or simply allow for it? Can you be counted on to be on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. When did you last yell at someone? Why? Did you later regret it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Would you be willing to have horrible nightmares every night for a year if you would be rewarded with extraordinary wealth?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. If you could have free, unlimited service for five years from an extremely good cook, chauffeur, housekeeper, masseuse, or personal secretary, which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Would you be willing to go to a slaughterhouse and kill a cow? Do you eat meat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Would you enjoy spending a month of solitude in a beautiful natural settings? Food and shelter would be provided but you would not see another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. After a medical examination, your doctor calls and gravely says you have a rare lymphatic cancer and only a few months to live&lt;a href="http://totse.com/en/religion/pagans_and_wiccans/question.html"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Five days later, she informs you that the lab tests were mislabeled; you are perfectly healthy. Forced for a moment to look death in the face, you have been allowed to turn and go on. During those difficult days you would certainly have gained some insights about yourself. Do you think they would be worth the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. One hot summer afternoon, while walking through a parking lot at a large shopping center, you notice a dog suffering badly from the heat inside a locked car. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Do you feel ill at ease going alone to either dinner or a movie? What about going on a vacation by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. For $20,000 would you go for three months without washing, brushing your teeth, or using deodorant? Assume you could not explain your reasons to anyone, and that there would be no long-term effect on your career.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Would you rather die peacefully among friends at age 50, or painfull and alone at age 80? Assume that most of the last 30 years would be good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. If you were to discovere that your closest friend was a heroin dealer, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Is it easy for you to accept help when you need it? Will you ask for help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. If you were helping to raise money for a charity and someone agreed to make a large contribution if you would perform at the upcoming fund-raising show, would you? If so, what would you like to perform? Assume the show would have an audience of about 1,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Would you have one of your fingers surgically removed if it somehow guaranteed immunity from all major diseases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Would you like to be famous? In what way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. How do you picture your funeral? Is it important for you to have people mourn your death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*87. Which of the following restrictions could you best tolerate: leaving the country permanently, or never leaving the state in which you now live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. You, your closest friend, and your father are on vacation together, hiking in a remote jungle&lt;a href="http://totse.com/en/religion/pagans_and_wiccans/question.html"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Your two companions stumble into a nest of poisonous vipers and are bitten repeatedly. You know that neither will live without an immediate shot of anti-venom, yet there is only a single dose of anti-venom and it is in your pocket. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Where would you choose to be if you could place yourself anywhere on a scale from one to ten, where one is hardship, struggle, and extraordinary accomplishment and ten is comfort, peace of mind, and no accomplishment. Why? Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. If you could choose the sex and physical appearance of your soon-to-be-born child, would you do it?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Would you rather play a game with someone more or less talented than you? Would it matter who was watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Is there something you've dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven't you done it?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. While in the government, you discover the President is commiting extortion and other serious crimes. By exposing the situation you might bring about the President's downfall, but your career would be destroyed because you would be framed, fired, and publicly humiliated on other matters. Knowing you would vindicated five years later, would you blow the whistle? What if you knew you would never be vindicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. On a busy street you are approached apologetically by a well-dressed stranger who asks you for a dollar to catch a bus and make a phone call. He says he has lost his wallet. What would you do? If approached in the same way by a haggard-looking stranger claiming to be hungry and unable to find a job, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. If by sacrificing your life you could contribute so much to the world that you would be honored in all nations, would you be willing to do so? If so, would you make the same sacrifice knowing that someone you thoroughly disliked would receive the honor while you went unrecognized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Knowing you had a 50 percent chance of winning and would be paid 10 times the amount of your bet if you won, what fraction of what you now own would you be willing to wager?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. What are your most compulsive habits? Do you regularly struggle to break these habits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. You know you will die of an incurable disease within three months. Would you allow yourself to be frozen within the week if you knew it would give you a modest chance of being revived in 1,000 years and living a greatly extended life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. You are driving late at night in a safe but deserted neighborhood when a dog suddenly darts in front of your car. Though you slam on the breaks, you hit the animal. Would you stop to see how injured the animal was? If you did so and found that the dog was dead but had a name tag, would you contact the owner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. What do you most strive for in your life: accomplishment, security, love, power, excitement, knowledge, or something else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836829881097691418-7182761804561491761?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7182761804561491761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=7182761804561491761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/7182761804561491761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/7182761804561491761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-to-know-you-2.html' title='Getting to know you (2)'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-5796415006340878152</id><published>2008-11-11T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:40:20.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army Memories'/><title type='text'>Today means A LOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SRoMOHVmguI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0ZR8e-_lIX4/s1600-h/iraq+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267536150790570722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SRoMOHVmguI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0ZR8e-_lIX4/s320/iraq+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SRoK6K-1xwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0MSBwx4x0Nw/s1600-h/iraq+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SRoK514snsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XhbSBeVdt9g/s1600-h/iraq+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267534702996922050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SRoK514snsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XhbSBeVdt9g/s320/iraq+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning to the loud ringing of my phone. It was a text message from one of my amy buddies that I served in Iraq with. All day long I have been getting these messages and passing them along as well. Often I tell people that its not a big deal, and that its just a job, but the truth is that I am proud. I am proud of my service and I am proud to have fought along side so many good men, some who are no longer here with us. Some of the best times and some of the worst times in my life were in Iraq. Its amazing how bullets and bombs can bring a group of guys closer than anyone could ever Imagine. Many people forget that this is way more than a job for us...it becomes us. Most of my friends were never the same when we got back, and most of us have never adjusted completely. We were changed and would never be the same. Some people say that it is like prison, you become institutionalized. Many of us have gone back over and over again, because home just doesn't feel like home any more. Its funny how some people can only feel at peace in the middle of a war. Please don't forget about the people in your lives who give so much of thier own lives for you. Let them know how you feel. Even if they don't show it, I promise....It means the world.&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SRoNZsXci8I/AAAAAAAAABA/SEC2I8O1FW0/s1600-h/UNGER+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267537449220606914" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SRoNZsXci8I/AAAAAAAAABA/SEC2I8O1FW0/s320/UNGER+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.I.P. DANNY UNGER, MAY 25, 2004 YOU WERE OUR HERO THAT DAY.&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/7836829881097691418-5796415006340878152?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5796415006340878152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=5796415006340878152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/5796415006340878152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/5796415006340878152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-means-lot.html' title='Today means A LOT!'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SRoMOHVmguI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0ZR8e-_lIX4/s72-c/iraq+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-6504269479331779970</id><published>2008-11-06T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:44:15.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know you.</title><content type='html'>A friend at work gave me these questions.  As I read through them I will put them up (if they are not to bad) and see what people are thinking.  So here are the first of &lt;strong&gt;A LOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. For a person you loved deeply, would you be willing to move to a distant country knowing there would be little chance of seeing your friends or family again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Do you believe in ghosts or evil spirits? Would you be willing to spend a night alone in a remote house that is supposedly haunted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven't you told them yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. If you could spend one year in perfect happiness but afterward remember nothing of the experience would you do so? If not, why not?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. If a new medicine were developed that would cure arthritis but cause a fatal reaction in 1 percent of those who took it, would you want it be released to the public?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. You discover your wonderful one-year-old child is, because of a mixup at the hospital, not yours. Would you want to exchange the child to try to correct the mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Do you think that the world will be a better or worse place 100 years from now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Would you rather be a member of a world championship sports team or be the champion of an individual sport? Which sport would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Would you accept $1,000,000 to leave the country and never set foot in it again?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Which sex do you think has it easier in our culture? Have you ever wished you were of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. You are given the power to kill people simply by thinking of their deaths and twice repeating the word "good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://totse.com/en/religion/pagans_and_wiccans/question.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" People would die a natural death and no one would suspect you. Are there any situations in which you would use this power?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the body or the mind of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. What would constitute a "perfect" evening for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Would you rather be extremely successful professionally and have a tolerable yet unexciting private life, or have an extremely happy private life and only a tolerable and uninspiring professional life?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. Whom do you admire most? In what way does that person inspire you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. If at birth you could select the profession your child would eventually pursue, would you do so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. Would you be willing to become extremely ugly physically if it meant you would live for 1,000 years at any physical age you chose?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one ability or quality, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. You have the chance to meet soneone with whom you can have the most satisfying love imaginable -- the stuff of dreams. Sadly, you know that in six months the person will die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://totse.com/en/religion/pagans_and_wiccans/question.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Knowing the pain that would follow, would you still want to meet the person and fall in love? What if you knew your lover would not die, but instead would betray you?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. If you knew of a way to use your estate, following your death, to greatly benefit humanity, would you do it and leave only a minimal amount to your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;21. Do you prefer being around men or women? Do your closest friends tend to be men or women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;22. If you could use a voodoo doll to hurt anyone you chose, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;23. While on a trip to another city, your spouse (or lover) meets and spends a night with an exciting stranger. Given that they will never meet again, and that you will not otherwise learn of the incident, would you want your partner to tell you about it? If roles were reversed, would you reveal what you had done?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;24. Are there people you envy enough to want to trade lives with them? Who are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;25. For an all-expense-paid, one-week vacation anywhere in the world, would you be willing to kill a beautiful butterfly by pulling off its wings? What about stepping on a cockroach?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;26. Would you be willing to murder an innocent person it it would end hunger in the world?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;27. If God appeared to you in a series of vivid and moving dreams and told you to leave everything behind, travel alone to the Red Sea and become a fisherman, what would you do? What if you were told to sacrifice your child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;28. What is your most treasured memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;29. Have you ever hated anyone? If so, why and for how long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;30. Would you rather be given $10,000 for your own use or $100,000 to give anonymously to strangers? What if you could keep $1,000,000 or give away $20,000,000?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;31. If you knew there would be a nuclear war in one week, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;32. Would you accept twenty years of extraordinary happiness and fulfillment if it meant you would die at the end of the period?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;33. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life? Is there anything you hope to do that is even better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;34. What was your most enjoyable dream? your worst nightmare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;35. Would you give up half of what you now own for a pill that would permanently change you so that one hour of sleep each day would fully refresh you?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;36. If you knew you could devote yourself to any single occupation-- music, writing, acting, business, politics, medicine, etc. -- and be among the best and most successful in the world at it, what would you choose? If you knew you had only a 10 percent chance of being so successful, would you still put in the effort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;37. What was your best experience with drugs or alcohol? your worst experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;38. If you went to a dinner party and were offered a dish you had never tried, would you want to taste it even if it sounded strange and not very appealing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;39. Do your close friends tend to be older or younger than you?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;40. If the person you were engaged to marry had an accident and became a paraplegic, would you go through with the marriage or back out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;41. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire; after saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;42. How would you react if you were to learn that your mate had had a lover of the same sex before you knew each other?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;43. When were you last in a fight? What caused it and who won?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;44. You are offered $1,000,000 for the following act: Before you are ten pistols -- only one of which is loaded. You must pick up one of the pistols, point it at your forehead, and pull the trigger. If you can walk away you do so a millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://totse.com/en/religion/pagans_and_wiccans/question.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Would you accept the risk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;45. Someone very close to you is in pain, paralyzed, and will die within a month. He begs you to give him poison so that he can die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://totse.com/en/religion/pagans_and_wiccans/question.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Would you? What if it were your father?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;46. When did you last sing to yourself? to someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;47. You have the power to go any distance into the future and, after one year, return to the present with any knowledge you have gained from your experience but with no physical objects. Would you make the journy if it carried a 50 percent risk of death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;48. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as your dinner guest? as your close friend? as your lover?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;49. While parking late at night, you slightly scrape the side of a Porsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://totse.com/en/religion/pagans_and_wiccans/question.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; You are certain no one else is aware of what happened. The damage is minor and would not be covered by insurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://totse.com/en/religion/pagans_and_wiccans/question.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Would you leave a note?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;50. If you could choose the manner of your death, what would it be?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836829881097691418-6504269479331779970?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6504269479331779970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=6504269479331779970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/6504269479331779970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/6504269479331779970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting to know you.'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-4262133977205803421</id><published>2008-11-04T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:55:56.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed my mind</title><content type='html'>Look out!! This happens often.  I am fickle that way.  Our day to cast our votes and make our voices heard is here.  This time around seems like it should have been here so long ago.  I wonder how soon our next set of wanna be elected officials will start to campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot of hate spred around for this election as well.  McCain is old, and Obama is a terrorist...blah, blah, blah.  but there are so many important things that we should all be concerned about.  Until this very morning I was a staunch NO on 8 supporter.  I just believe that all people should have the same rights no matter what.  No one should be discriminated against.  And no one should question my relationship with God because of how I vote, but people do.  Debates are great if you can get into them with people who are smart, passionate, and intelligent enough to argue a point without getting angry at you for your views and beliefs.  There is already enough hate in the world without friends wanted to kill eachother over whats on the ballot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way a lot of babble to say that I wish more people would take the time to truly research things on thier own.  Lets not just take the rumors from the television and our friends.  Take a minute and read, and not just the hype.  Read the laws (you can look them up on google) and see for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little reading and found out that homosexuals do have rights (I didn't think that they did).  They can be Domestic partners, and this affords them just about everything that a straight couple gets out of marriage, they just cant call it marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some it is just a word, but why should we call something holy that is not.  Im all for equality, but I am more for what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a country where we are supposed to choose a majority.  This already happend, and few people who probably made a lot of money over turned our decisions.  We cant allow this to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my mind and voted YES on 8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836829881097691418-4262133977205803421?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4262133977205803421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=4262133977205803421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/4262133977205803421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/4262133977205803421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-changed-my-mind.html' title='I changed my mind'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836829881097691418.post-2686455135231155399</id><published>2008-11-02T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:44:20.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure how to feel</title><content type='html'>Okay so this is my first one.  I have been meaning to do this for a while so why not just start right?  This is BIG people!!!  I am writing in the middle of football, so feel lucky.  Eventually I am going to post all of my stuff from India, but for now until I learn how to do all the cool things, all you get is me writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason for this today is I have to get somethings out.  I know that God is here with me all of the time, but it never  fails to amaze me when he does great things right in front of my eyes.  My faith sucks sometimes.  Not that I have a problem with believing at all.  Its just sometimes I feel bad at how my faith will dwindle and then BAM!  God does something and amazes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been praying about a person in my life for  a while now.  Not sure what to do, I just kept on praying and keeping this secret to myself.  After some good advice from friends, I let this person know how I felt.   WOW!!!  This person had the same prayers going on about me.  Wait a minute....You mean to tell me that God works on more than one person at a time about the same issues?  I'm so kidding, but again I was shocked.   So only God knows what happens next, but I am happy about what I learned this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By his divine power, God has given us everything we need for living a godly life..."  2 peter 1:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836829881097691418-2686455135231155399?l=mikeelkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2686455135231155399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836829881097691418&amp;postID=2686455135231155399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/2686455135231155399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836829881097691418/posts/default/2686455135231155399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeelkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-sure-how-to-feel.html' title='Not sure how to feel'/><author><name>melkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379210472845271815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RP5rf7p1eb4/SlQq73wPjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uCOsfMR9gTE/S220/FamilyPictures+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
