<?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-7504240</id><updated>2011-08-30T11:59:09.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts of Randomness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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>424</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504240.post-113448934545106008</id><published>2005-12-13T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:55:45.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that Annoy the Crap Out of Me: Holiday Edition</title><content type='html'>1.) One employee working the cash register, eight employees "working the floor." You know who you are, Penn Square/Quail Springs Mall businesses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) People beating the crap out of each other trying to get the new X-Box/Playstation/high tech new toy. Enough already. It's a TOY for crying out loud. It will be available next year. Or March or sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) People who stand in front of businesses, then ACCOST you for a signature to some petition. No, I don't want the freedom to let your dog poop in my front yard. Leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Advertisements on TV implying that your kids will be ridiculed for life if they don't have every new toy they advertise. Or that your wife won't love you anymore if you don't buy her that $3500 necklace. Last I checked, Christmas was about the BIRTH of CHRIST, not the celebration of Chapter 7 bankruptcy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) People who accuse bloggers/xangans of not having a life. Especially those who have blogs of their own, take the time to READ other people's blogs enough to have a working knowledge of their life, and comment crap on blogs. This has happened not to me but to a couple of my friends. I am annoyed vicariously on behalf of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) When people bring inappropriate gifts to clean White Elephant parties. I can't count how many times someone has brought a set of handcuffs to a party as a White Elephant gift. Or a mothball sweater that smells of eau de 1963. Or a pile of plastic crap. It's not amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Obvious one-upmanship on gift-giving. "You just gave your boyfriend a sweater? Well, I gave mine a Pentium, a diamond ring, and a yearlong subscription to NetFlix!" How nice for you. Unfortunately, not all of us can afford that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113448934545106008?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113448934545106008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113448934545106008&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113448934545106008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113448934545106008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-that-annoy-crap-out-of-me.html' title='Things that Annoy the Crap Out of Me: Holiday Edition'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504240.post-113440414695013255</id><published>2005-12-12T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T08:15:46.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Advice</title><content type='html'>Wow...so I was so tired this weekend. Saturday night I went to bed at 6 p.m....woke up at 8 the next morning and was late for Sunday School! Sigh. At least I am relatively well-rested. I did most of my Christmas shopping yesterday afternoon. I still have to buy gifts for my nephews and nieces, as well as my mom and my grandparents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job interview with the land surveying company this afternoon. Wish me the best, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have posed the question: Should a guy persue a girl, or should a girl be more aggressive? Well, I am a bit old-fashioned: I think a guy should DEFINITELY persue the girl if he likes her. However, a girl can give some cues to indicate that she wouldn't say no to a date.  I have liked many guys over the years, and I waited for them to persue me. They ended up persuing other women.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral? 1.) Pray for your future mate. Not just, "God, bring me my future mate!," but pray that they will have joy and peace and that they will grow closer to the Lord. 2.) Persue a closer relationship with God through reading the Word, praying, helping others, etc. 3.) And if you happen to meet a guy/gal you are interested in, persue a friendship. Say hi to them. Smile, smile, smile. Even if a dating relationship doesn't work out, you'll at least have a friend. 4.) If they aren't interested in you, it's not because they are evil or bad people. It's because they have different interests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I will get off my dating soapbox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113440414695013255?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113440414695013255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113440414695013255&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113440414695013255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113440414695013255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/dating-advice.html' title='Dating Advice'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113422833630536603</id><published>2005-12-10T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T07:25:36.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Exhausted</title><content type='html'>Last night I was so tired when I got home I pretty much went straight to bed. Oh, I left a few comments, stuff like that. But I was way too tired to leave a post. I don't even think I had any dreams last night. That's fairly unusual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went with friends to see "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever." It was really cute. It's about this church play that is infiltrated (I love that word) with some "troubled" kids. Turns out both the kids and the people in the church learn a lot from the experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went with Brian, Misti, Cindy, and Brian's friend Amy to On the Border. I had some yummy guacamole. I had a bunch left over, and I will probably eat it for lunch today. After that, we all went to Nichols Hills to look at Christmas lights. Some of the displays were...amazing. At one house, we saw two scary-looking plastic Dalmations guarding the driveway. Hee! Now I am plotting ways to deposit them in front of Booker's apartment. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I am at work right now. Oh, yeah! I have two job interviews next week. One with the Metropolitan Library and one with the land surveying company. Wish me all the best, y'all! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113422833630536603?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113422833630536603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113422833630536603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113422833630536603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113422833630536603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-exhausted.html' title='I&apos;m Exhausted'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113408575230252834</id><published>2005-12-08T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T15:49:12.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jorb</title><content type='html'>Since so many of you are curious about my job situation (Hi, Melanie, Hilary, and Scott!) I thought I would give this brief update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job interview in the city tomorrow morning, weather permitting. I will be testing on my 10-key skills, typing speed and customer service. I also recieved a telephone call this afternoon requesting an interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in the mail I recieved an application for the research job I mentioned. I will fill it out and return it to my uncle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113408575230252834?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113408575230252834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113408575230252834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113408575230252834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113408575230252834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/jorb.html' title='Jorb'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113398503898027815</id><published>2005-12-07T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:50:38.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do They Know It's Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do They Know It's Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Band Aid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmastime; there's no need to be afraid &lt;br /&gt;At Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shade &lt;br /&gt;And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy &lt;br /&gt;Throw your arms around the world at Christmastime &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But say a prayer to pray for the other ones &lt;br /&gt;At Christmastime it's hard, but when you're having fun &lt;br /&gt;There's a world outside your window &lt;br /&gt;And it's a world of dread and fear &lt;br /&gt;Where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears &lt;br /&gt;And the Christmas bells that ring there &lt;br /&gt;Are the clanging chimes of doom &lt;br /&gt;Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmastime &lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift they'll get this year is life &lt;br /&gt;Oh, where nothing ever grows, no rain or rivers flow &lt;br /&gt;Do they know it's Christmastime at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you, raise a glass for ev'ryone &lt;br /&gt;Here's to them, underneath that burning sun &lt;br /&gt;Do they know it's Christmastime at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world &lt;br /&gt;Feed the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world &lt;br /&gt;Let them know it's Christmastime again &lt;br /&gt;Feed the world &lt;br /&gt;Let them know it's Christmastime again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-B. Geldof&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113398503898027815?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113398503898027815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113398503898027815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113398503898027815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113398503898027815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-they-know-its-christmas.html' title='Do They Know It&apos;s Christmas'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113398331443864258</id><published>2005-12-07T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:21:54.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing Cold and Unable to Type</title><content type='html'>It is snowing now...and freezing! Wow...break out the long johns. It is 19 degrees here...brrrrr. It's not supposed to get this cold in Oklahoma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have popped in some of my Christmas CD's. (Do you get the idea that I enjoy listening to music?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else....Not much else to type about today. Anyway, my fingers are stiff. I think it's too cold anyway. Maybe I am getting Carpal Tunnel. Or rheumatism. Or both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113398331443864258?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113398331443864258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113398331443864258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113398331443864258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113398331443864258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/freezing-cold-and-unable-to-type.html' title='Freezing Cold and Unable to Type'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113391317883715532</id><published>2005-12-06T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:52:58.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>It's supposed to snow tomorrow. They are forecasting about 6 inches in OKC. Nice...now I will have to drive in solid snow. How fun. (sarcasm) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tooth is feeling a bit better. Last night I took some pain meds and went to bed at 8 p.m. That helped a great deal. I am trying not to mess with the tooth too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to the city for a job test...only to find out that I would have to take it on Friday instead! Sigh. Here's hoping that the ground isn't covered in snow then. Maybe by morning the temp will be up to 32 degrees. (HA!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...I am going to rewrite my resume to emphasize my research activities, both in college and here at the library. Why, do you ask? Well, I am applying for a job at the health department. It deals with the Murrah Building bombing. So I will need a resume with my research activities on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113391317883715532?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113391317883715532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113391317883715532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113391317883715532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113391317883715532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113382265990335962</id><published>2005-12-05T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:44:19.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crash Course on the BCS and Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>There are 28 bowl games played in late December and early January: 4 BCS bowls (Sugar, Rose, Fiesta and Orange) and 24 other bowls. Basically, a team is bowl-eligible if it finishes at least .500 for the regular season, or gets 6 wins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BCS is designed to see which teams play for the National Championship. It was made because a play-off system makes too much sense. The team's ranking in the BCS is determined by a great many important factors, such as the USA Today polls, popular opinion, and number of bribes offered the commissioners. The top two teams play for the national championship. The other six spots are determined by 1.) Conference champions of the six major conferences (Big 10, Big 12, SEC, Pac-10, ACC, and Big East) 2.) Placement in the BCS rankings. Also, no more than two teams from each conference can play in BCS bowls. Notre Dame plays in a BCS bowl if it finishes in the top 6 in the BCS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after the BCS bowl makes its picks, then the other bowls pick out their teams. Most of the bowls have conference "tie in's." For instance, the Cotton Bowl has first pick among the remaining Big 12 teams after the BCS, and second pick among the SEC teams. Each conference has a certain number of tie-ins, including the BCS bowl. They also could concieveably gain another tie-in, if they have an at-large BCS selection. The Big 12 has 8 tie-ins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are more tie-ins than bowl-eligible teams in a conference, then some of the bowls can become at-large bowls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused? Yeah, me too. Wikipedia.org probably has a better explanation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113382265990335962?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113382265990335962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113382265990335962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113382265990335962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113382265990335962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/crash-course-on-bcs-and-other-stuff.html' title='A Crash Course on the BCS and Other Stuff'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113381369379029987</id><published>2005-12-05T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:14:53.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas is You</title><content type='html'>ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU&lt;br /&gt;Written by Mariah Carey and Walter Afanasieff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true...&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Is you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to hang my stocking&lt;br /&gt;There upon the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus won't make me happy&lt;br /&gt;With a toy on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you...&lt;br /&gt;You baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask for much this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I won't even wish for snow&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;I won't make a list and send it&lt;br /&gt;To the North Pole for Saint Nick&lt;br /&gt;I won't even stay awake to&lt;br /&gt;Hear those magic reindeer click&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to me so tight&lt;br /&gt;What more can I do&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lights are shining&lt;br /&gt;So brightly everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of children's&lt;br /&gt;Laughter fills the air&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is singing&lt;br /&gt;I hear those sleigh bells ringing&lt;br /&gt;Santa won't you bring me the one I really need -&lt;br /&gt;won't you please bring my baby to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;This is all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see baby&lt;br /&gt;Standing right outside my door&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just want him for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you baby... (repeat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113381369379029987?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113381369379029987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113381369379029987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113381369379029987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113381369379029987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='All I Want for Christmas is You'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113380588628347899</id><published>2005-12-05T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:04:46.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things</title><content type='html'>Wow. Life is...well, decent anyway. I am going through my usual mood swings and stuff. Happy one minute, sad the next, pissed the next. But...I need to stop blaming other people or situations for what's going on in my life. To quote the Eagles, "We are all just prisoners here of our own device." In other words, sure...I have had some crappy stuff happen to me. But I am where I am because of decisions I have made. (And yes, friends...not making a decision is a decision.) It is up to me to turn the tide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that end, I have applied for numerous jobs. I have had a couple of interviews, and I am taking a test tomorrow for Metropolitan. So maybe I will have full-time employment lined up by the end of the week. But even if I don't, I know that I have tried, and I have developed my skills. People have told me, "I have never been turned down for a job before! Every job I have applied for I have gotten!" Well, in most cases they are exaggerating. But I learned, for instance, that I am a lot more skilled in Excel than I thought. I took a test for it, and I passed with a really high score. Surprising considering that I haven't really used Excel that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo...in other news, my tooth is sore again. I really need to have that sucker pulled. Probably it will go away in the next few days. I will just eat soup and stuff until then, so that I don't have to chew that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I went over to Melissa, Misti and Cindy's house for a Christmas party. A whole bunch of people showed up, including Eilene and Johna from Council. I had to leave early (around 11:30) because I had to drive back, but the girls didn't go to bed until 2 a.m.! I skipped Sunday School the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening I went to the Council Road musical. It was really, REALLY good. After that, we all went to Chili's. We made Nachos a la Rich. It consisted of putting any condiments we could find on top of tortilla chips. Including Sweet and Low, catsup, salt, and some of my artichoke dip. Oh, and salsa too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't heard anything new on Dad. Like...when the Hades is he going to have surgery. I will let y'all know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OU is going to the Holiday Bowl. They will be playing Oregon, who finished 10-1 this season and probably should have been in a BCS bowl. But because Notre Dame finished in the top 6, they get a BCS bid. On the one hand, I am thrilled that Notre Dame is back in the BCS. On the other hand, it doesn't seem quite fair to Oregon. Oh, well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I am boycotting the Rose Bowl. That is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113380588628347899?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113380588628347899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113380588628347899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113380588628347899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113380588628347899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/few-things.html' title='A Few Things'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113355650708861908</id><published>2005-12-02T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:48:27.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An American Tragedy</title><content type='html'>I was watching The Today Show this morning. They talked about this opera that is going to open soon at the Metropolitan Opera in New York. It is called "An American Tragedy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This opera is about the young man, Clyde Gillette, who worked in a factory and was climbing the ladder of the American Dream. He meets this girl and starts courting her. She eventually becomes pregnant and is sent away by her parents. (Back then, single parenthood was unheard of.) She wrote Clyde letters, but he was beginning to think that he would be better off without her and his unborn child. He was also courting a wealthy young lady. So he drowns his pregnant girlfriend in a lake. (Scott Peterson, anyone?) He hides for several days, then is finally caught by the police, convicted, and executed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I want to go back to New York. Maybe Council Road will have a mission trip there sometime. I would be the first one on. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113355650708861908?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113355650708861908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113355650708861908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113355650708861908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113355650708861908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/american-tragedy.html' title='An American Tragedy'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113355503365819578</id><published>2005-12-02T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:23:53.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog Entry that was Banned in Pottawatomie County, Oklahoma</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess you may have heard the football snafu that is going on here in my town. In case you haven't, a young man (the quarterback who is also the coach's son) was suspended for kicking a fellow on the other team. Apparently, two members of the other team were picking on folks from the Shawnee team. He and his father appealed the ruling, and he was reinstated. So now the OSSAA is appealing it to the Oklahoma Supreme Court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I think it has gotten out of hand. The kid kicked the person. Let him serve his suspension and move on from there. It doesn't need to go to court. And it sure as Hades doesn't need to delay the football playoffs for two teams that weren't even involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a snafu that took place my senior year of high school. We had a rule at our homecoming that the escort could not kiss the homecoming queen. The rule was made ten years prior when a basketball homecoming queen candidate was escorted by a young man who was African-American. Her father didn't want him kissing her, so the school made the rule that no escort could kiss a homecoming queen. (The joys of living in a small town south of the Mason-Dixon line...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fast forward to 1996. My "best friend" at the time (and I use that term very loosely...didn't have a whole heck of a lot of true friends at the time) won Homecoming Queen. Her escort (a close friend of hers who probably privately liked her) kissed her. As a result, he was given three days in-house suspension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his parents both supported the actions of the athletic director. Neither of them appealed the decision. However, the student body was in an uproar. Of course, most of them wanted to befriend him and the Homecoming Queen, so they supported them. Myself included. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. News of the Weird, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113355503365819578?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113355503365819578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113355503365819578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113355503365819578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113355503365819578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-entry-that-was-banned-in.html' title='The Blog Entry that was Banned in Pottawatomie County, Oklahoma'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113355220418135094</id><published>2005-12-02T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T11:36:44.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Days</title><content type='html'>Better Days &lt;br /&gt;~ Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you ask me what I want this year&lt;br /&gt;And I try to make this kind and clear&lt;br /&gt;Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't need boxes wrapped in strings&lt;br /&gt;And desire and love and empty things&lt;br /&gt;Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words&lt;br /&gt;And sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone is forgiven now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's someplace simple where we could live&lt;br /&gt;And something only you can give&lt;br /&gt;And that's faith and trust and peace while we're alive&lt;br /&gt;And the one poor child that saved this world&lt;br /&gt;And there's ten million more who probably could&lt;br /&gt;If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words&lt;br /&gt;And sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone is forgiven now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone was loved tonight&lt;br /&gt;And somehow stop this fight&lt;br /&gt;Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words&lt;br /&gt;And sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone is forgiven now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;'Cause tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113355220418135094?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113355220418135094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113355220418135094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113355220418135094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113355220418135094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/better-days.html' title='Better Days'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113354430500657959</id><published>2005-12-02T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:25:05.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>Wow...so it's the second day of December, and I already have every weekend until Christmas full. Not to mention some weekday evenings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. I still need to do my Christmas shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be going over to Melissa, Misti and Cindy's house for a Christmas party. Should be fun...I miss those guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least this year I don't have to worry about any Jessica Simpson/Nick Lachey variety shows. Errgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of TV, the Charlie Brown Christmas special is Tuesday night...and I have to work! Sigh and alas. I don't have a VCR, and I don't have TiVo. Double sigh. Rudolph has already been on, but I'm not much interested in that. It always makes me sad when little Rudolph was trying to play with the other reindeer, and the teacher (!) said, "We don't want you playing with us. Right boys?" or something to that effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113354430500657959?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113354430500657959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113354430500657959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113354430500657959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113354430500657959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113338060814152288</id><published>2005-11-30T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:56:48.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear...Not Another One.</title><content type='html'>How stupid do these spam-bots think I am?!!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from my fabulous email account)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving to stay in the USA for 12 weeks&lt;br /&gt;may be we can meet each other and have some fun time&lt;br /&gt;or may be more. I am looking forward to getting your message&lt;br /&gt;to my personal email cuttie@realmeet.info.&lt;br /&gt;I will reply with a p.ic.&lt;br /&gt;I am cute girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice. (sarcasm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113338060814152288?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113338060814152288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113338060814152288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113338060814152288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113338060814152288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-dearnot-another-one.html' title='Oh Dear...Not Another One.'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113338022779782874</id><published>2005-11-30T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:50:27.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interview</title><content type='html'>Well, today was my jorb interview. :-) I think it went really well. Olsten is going to give my resume to Feed the Children for a position there. If I don't get it, I will just continue to check back to see if there are any openings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way up, I heard "Walking on Sunshine." It reminded me of Leigh Ann. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate lunch at the Bourbon Street Cafe in Bricktown. Yummmm. I had their Lobster Bisque. Good stuff. I need to learn how to make that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Marble Slab after that. I had Cheesecake ice cream with Kit-Kat. Mmmmm. While I was there I heard the B.C. Clark Christmas jingle. I squee'd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. My dad is having an arteriogram today. You might pray for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113338022779782874?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113338022779782874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113338022779782874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113338022779782874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113338022779782874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/job-interview.html' title='Job Interview'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113330665446723623</id><published>2005-11-29T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:24:14.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't written for like, a week. I have had a lot going on. Plus, I don't have Internet access at my house, and probably won't for a few days. I am still able to check my email from my cell phone, though. Plus I can check it at the library. So I am good to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am STILL sick. Still. I spent half the night in my parents' new house hacking up both lungs. Plus it was cold. Sigh. But we got my furniture moved in today. Tonight I will move in the rest of my clothes. It feels good to be wearing something other than a hoodie and jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave away something like 22 boxes of clothes, old toys and other stuff...and it's still gonna be a tight squeeze. Sigh. At least, I won't be living there long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job interview tomorrow. Wish me the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113330665446723623?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113330665446723623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113330665446723623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113330665446723623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113330665446723623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113267688458913996</id><published>2005-11-22T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:28:19.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh</title><content type='html'>Still not feeling great. I think I am still gonna go to Ingathering tonight, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...Thursday is Thanksgiving, and I will be spending it with my dad and stepmom, as well as that side of the family. It should be a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Dad, they are going to start scheduling tests for his surgery. One test isn't scheduled until Dec. 9, though. That's way too long. So they are going to try to reschedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113267688458913996?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113267688458913996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113267688458913996&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113267688458913996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113267688458913996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/eh.html' title='Eh'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113260453903499032</id><published>2005-11-21T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:22:19.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ick</title><content type='html'>I don't feel great right now. My nose is stopped up and I am tired. Sigh. I just got back from Asher delivering books, and now I just want to sleep for 23 hours. Ergh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misti and Brian told me about a movie they saw, &lt;em&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/em&gt;. It's that movie about Johnny Cash. They said it was REALLY good. Now I'ma have to see it! I also want to see &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.&lt;/em&gt; Too many movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am in the process of trying to move. Yesterday I got rid of a bunch of clothes I don't wear/don't fit/etc. I fully expect to get rid of a bunch more stuff. If anyone is fond of anything, let me know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel G. is leaving for Isreal tomorrow. I would love to go. That would be uber-cool. (Sorry.) I'll miss you, G! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acquired a couple of CD's a couple of days ago. They are by Steve Winwood. I always have loved old songs like that. I also got a couple of Christmas CDs. Now I can listen to Christmas music in July. (KIDDING!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113260453903499032?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113260453903499032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113260453903499032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113260453903499032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113260453903499032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/ick.html' title='Ick'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113245022245213596</id><published>2005-11-19T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T17:30:22.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Just a quick question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck is paying off the Texas Tech officials? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.... ::pissed::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113245022245213596?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113245022245213596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113245022245213596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113245022245213596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113245022245213596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113233902037405833</id><published>2005-11-18T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T10:37:00.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the Love</title><content type='html'>Wow...so Scott is coming into town after Christmas! I can hardly wait to see him again. Hi, Scott! Thanks for praying for me, buddy. :-) I also got the sweetest card from Jenn in the mail today. Thanks Jenn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is doing better today. The doctors gave him Lasix, and that helped with the water retention. He's still in the hospital, last I checked. They are going to transfer him to the Heart Hospital for his surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me...I'm hanging in there. I read an article on how to cope with Holiday Stress. Believe me, after the last couple of weeks, I will take Holiday Stress any day. Between moving, job-hunting, and my dad's illness...well, it's been hard. But the Lord is good and He will help me through this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I work a short shift at Sonic, then I am gonna hang with some girls in my Community Group. They are having a Girl's Night. Hopefully my car won't have Vaseline under the handles. (Hi, Booker!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113233902037405833?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113233902037405833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113233902037405833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113233902037405833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113233902037405833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/feeling-love.html' title='Feeling the Love'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113226226029581104</id><published>2005-11-17T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:17:40.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell</title><content type='html'>Well, I still haven't heard anything about Dad. My older sister said she will call if she hears anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two weeks have been hell beyond anything I could imagine. Not knowing if my dad is going to survive the night, the week...it's been scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been doing OK the last couple of days...then he starts having breathing problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is not knowing. It's hard...and I am afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113226226029581104?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113226226029581104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113226226029581104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113226226029581104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113226226029581104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/hell.html' title='Hell'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113224871342339238</id><published>2005-11-17T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T09:31:53.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>My dad is back in the hospital. He is having breathing problems. I don't know how serious it is yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113224871342339238?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113224871342339238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113224871342339238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113224871342339238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113224871342339238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/dad_17.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113217850114972290</id><published>2005-11-16T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:01:41.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>Well, my interview went pretty well. I mean to say, there were some good points and some not-so-good points. Here are some of the questions they asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your strengths?&lt;br /&gt;What are your weaknesses?&lt;br /&gt;What are your long-term goals?&lt;br /&gt;Describe a time you had to work with a difficult person.&lt;br /&gt;Describe a time you had to work with a team. (This was a toughie. I rarely work with teams on anything. Ho hum.)&lt;br /&gt;What kind of rewards are you seeking from your job? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am typing this for my own benefit, so that I will have better answers to these next time (if I don't get the job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going with my mom, stepdad, brother, both sisters, and four nieces to eat dinner at the Delta Cafe. Mmmmmmmm....Cajun chicken sandwich....(drool)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113217850114972290?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113217850114972290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113217850114972290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113217850114972290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113217850114972290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/interview_16.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113208670650133541</id><published>2005-11-15T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:31:46.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I have a job interview. I will be interviewing with AllState in Newcastle. Wish me the best of luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be coming up to the city...I will be looking at the State Department and other places. Pray that my poor car holds up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I put some antifreeze in my car today (since the weather will dip below 25 tonight). Ended up spilling half of the antifreeze all over my engine, it was so windy out. Grrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113208670650133541?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113208670650133541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113208670650133541&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113208670650133541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113208670650133541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113202305584101858</id><published>2005-11-14T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:50:55.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Process</title><content type='html'>I am looking for a full-time job. In earnest. I am also trying to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made one decision...I want to write a book. I already have a general idea on what I want to write about. I had a dream some time ago....I always thought I should write it out. But I never have...until now. I can't write down the concept, but I will be glad to tell you about it, if you would like. It's really neat. When it is finished, I guarantee the warm fuzzies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, while I am waiting to get on Oprah's Book Club, I will need full-time employment. That's where the mental process comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, I have been seeing employment as a means to an end. The end being a paycheck. Well, I would like to enjoy my job. The question remains, "What would I enjoy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what are you passionate about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Well, nothing, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't give me that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do enjoy spending time with my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. You love them, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's a starting point, believe it or not. You like to make a difference in people' s lives, help them out?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm....not bad, brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I know. Sooooo...you probably want a job where you can impact others. Like...work with children, maybe? Senior adults? The poor? Single moms? These are just examples, of course..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool. So...what else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, my brain started thinking about other things. But there will be more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113202305584101858?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113202305584101858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113202305584101858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113202305584101858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113202305584101858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/mental-process.html' title='Mental Process'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113194682382120268</id><published>2005-11-13T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:40:23.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo-hoo!</title><content type='html'>I just hit 3000. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113194682382120268?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113194682382120268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113194682382120268&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113194682382120268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113194682382120268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo-hoo!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113191985350140066</id><published>2005-11-13T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T14:10:53.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>So, like...people actually read this site. Coolness. I am touched. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welllllll....my Dad is still in the hospital. They biopsied the spots on his lungs, and they are pretty sure it isn't cancer. That is some good news. They are going to do a scan tomorrow to see if there could be more spots. Then they are going to operate on his heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it is pretty scary surgery. I am trying to keep my spirits up, though. Last night I went to stay with Melissa. A whole bunch of us went to play glow-golf at Quail Springs. Then we went to watch "The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants." Very good movie. Now I'ma have to get the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went to Council Road. I went for a short walk...just to get my thoughts together. I love fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone...thank you. I have gotten so many emails, phone calls...people walking up to me and telling me they are praying for me...that means the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113191985350140066?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113191985350140066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113191985350140066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113191985350140066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113191985350140066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113172066782221280</id><published>2005-11-11T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T06:51:07.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard</title><content type='html'>Wow...my life has gone a complete 180 this week. I will never, NEVER complain again about having nothing to write about. Ever. Believe me, it is much better than the current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is, I feel like I am a different person now. Like...I dunno. It's hard to think that your loved ones may not be there tomorrow. It puts a whole new perspective on things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I go back to work...maybe. I still haven't heard if they have biopsied the spots on Dad's lungs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113172066782221280?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113172066782221280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113172066782221280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113172066782221280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113172066782221280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/hard.html' title='Hard'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113166172717640346</id><published>2005-11-10T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T14:28:47.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Here is what I know now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) The sagging of Dad's face was caused by Bell's Palsy. He has an infected lymph node. They are biopsying it.&lt;br /&gt;2.) He has a thorasic aorta aneurysm that is 7 cm. (That's 2 1/2 inches for those of us that don't do metric.) This will require surgery to fix. &lt;br /&gt;3.) Today I find out that he has spots on his lungs. This could be cancer. They are biopsying those as well. If it is cancer, they have to decide if the surgery will be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this paints a VERY bleak picture. Please pray for my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113166172717640346?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113166172717640346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113166172717640346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113166172717640346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113166172717640346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113155290880282421</id><published>2005-11-09T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:15:08.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>My dad was hospitalized last night. He had a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113155290880282421?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113155290880282421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113155290880282421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113155290880282421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113155290880282421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113147966734194072</id><published>2005-11-08T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:54:27.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooooo...</title><content type='html'>Is anyone here today? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo...I am moving soon. My parents close on their new house next Thursday. Right before Thanksgiving. Hmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113147966734194072?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113147966734194072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113147966734194072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113147966734194072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113147966734194072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/helloooooo.html' title='Helloooooo...'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113138290537661277</id><published>2005-11-07T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T09:01:45.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never....</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to Game Night. We spent about an hour and a half playing "I Never." In that game, people sit around in a circle. A person in the middle says, "I never did such and such." Then, if you HAD done it, you have to move to another chair. Most of the "I nevers" were very amusing. One of mine was, "I never cheered for the Texas Longhorns." Only one person moved on that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened this weekend....Well, I got a flat tire. Again. And the people at Wal-Mart said it wasn't covered under my warranty, since my alignment was off. (insert rant word of choice here) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Game Night, G and I went over to her new house. (Actually, she and Misti moved in with Cindy. I hadn't seen it since they moved in.) We watched a very...interesting episode of CSI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113138290537661277?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113138290537661277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113138290537661277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113138290537661277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113138290537661277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-never.html' title='I Never....'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113122897589441548</id><published>2005-11-05T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T14:18:24.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schtuff</title><content type='html'>Yay! I am back up again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fosterchildramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hi Tim!&lt;/a&gt; Glad to see you on here! I loved your post on Falls Creek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were at Fusion right about now. Dang employment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...it's kind of hot in here. It's not anywhere as bad as it was yesterday, though. Maybe it's because I am wearing short sleeves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it...I am fixing to go eat, then go to my other job. If anything profound happens, I will let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113122897589441548?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113122897589441548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113122897589441548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113122897589441548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113122897589441548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/schtuff.html' title='Schtuff'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113112210566630210</id><published>2005-11-04T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:35:05.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge Over Troubled Water</title><content type='html'>This is quite possibly my favorite Simon and Garfunkel song of all time. My brother used to sing it all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re weary, feeling small,&lt;br /&gt;When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on your side. when times get rough&lt;br /&gt;And friends just can’t be found,&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re down and out,&lt;br /&gt;When you’re on the street,&lt;br /&gt;When evening falls so hard&lt;br /&gt;I will comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take your part.&lt;br /&gt;When darkness comes&lt;br /&gt;And pains is all around,&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail on silvergirl,&lt;br /&gt;Sail on by.&lt;br /&gt;Your time has come to shine.&lt;br /&gt;All your dreams are on their way.&lt;br /&gt;See how they shine.&lt;br /&gt;If you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;I’m sailing right behind.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will ease your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will ease your mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113112210566630210?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113112210566630210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113112210566630210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113112210566630210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113112210566630210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/bridge-over-troubled-water.html' title='Bridge Over Troubled Water'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113105749340519170</id><published>2005-11-03T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:38:13.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>Today I saw that I still have a couple of bruises on me from Falls Creek. Those bruises reminded me of my trip up and down some of the rockiest hills in the great state of Oklahoma…and my increase in faith in the folks who helped me get up those hills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See…I am not a nature person in the least. I prefer to be on solid ground. But I decided to hike with the gang so I could get to know people better. Plus, quite sadly, I needed the exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found was that I was always picked last in PE for a reason. See…I have no athletic ability whatsoever. My interest in sports is limited to what I can watch on ESPN. If I had attempted to climb those hills alone, who knows what shape I would be in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t. And I wasn’t without help. Everywhere I went, I had about four guys giving me a hand, making sure I didn’t fall on my face…or worse. Even when I was out of breath, my group encouraged me to rest and take deep breaths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this was a huge step of faith. See, I didn’t know these folks that well before. Even now I am just beginning to get to know them. But I had to trust these guys…that they would not let me come into harm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with all my other relationships in my new church. Except for a couple of folks whom I knew before, I am just beginning to develop relationships. For me, that is a huge risk. But being alone would be riskier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the guys who helped me up the mountain…thank you. You guys have shown me that I can, indeed, trust my new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing with God. Yes, God is going to put us on some steep mountains. He may challenge us. He may even allow us to get a few "bruises" in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's never going to leave us. And he will always be reaching out his hand for us to grab. It is up to us whether to grab it or go it alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I would decide to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113105749340519170?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113105749340519170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113105749340519170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113105749340519170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113105749340519170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113104253888453103</id><published>2005-11-03T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:28:58.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>This morning I sat outside my house for awhile. I noticed that a lot of the trees are beginning to turn. It makes me happy and sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of bummed last night. See, I was really missing my Village friends. I mean, Council Road is going all right, but it's different. Some things there hadn't worked out the way I had planned it, and it's a bit discouraging. Then I talked to Misti last night. I told her that at retreat, I actually prayed for it to be 2003 again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me, "Yes, it's sad that those times are over now, but God didn't have to give them to you at all. But He did, so you can be thankful for that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's true. Maybe I will make new close friends at Council. You just never ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113104253888453103?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113104253888453103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113104253888453103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113104253888453103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113104253888453103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113094486412997722</id><published>2005-11-02T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T07:21:04.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things</title><content type='html'>Well, the other day I bought me four new CD's. (Did I mention my love for music?) I purchased the Footloose and the Dirty Dancing soundtracks. Now I need Napoleon Dynamite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, here are some of my favorite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever I feel like I wanna do, GOSH!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The worst day of my life, what do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I caught you a delicious bass." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to buy me Hornets tickets, let me know. :-) :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113094486412997722?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113094486412997722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113094486412997722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113094486412997722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113094486412997722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-things.html' title='Some Things'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113087942592222326</id><published>2005-11-01T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:10:25.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Update</title><content type='html'>OU: Hallelujah…only one win away from a bowl. Maybe they’ll run the board and go to the Cotton Bowl. That would be uber-cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nebraska coach Bill Callahan: Wow…last year, he called Oklahomans f***ing hillbillies. This year, he makes a cut-throat gesture at an official. On the other hand…who among us has not said unpleasant words when upset? Darn conscience! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSU vs. texas: Ick. Once again, OSU was ahead by a lot at the half. Once again, I gloated and started doing my happy dance. Once again, texas rallies to win by a lot. I still like Mike Gundy better than Les Miles, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113087942592222326?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113087942592222326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113087942592222326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113087942592222326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113087942592222326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/11/sports-update.html' title='Sports Update'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113081153060421155</id><published>2005-10-31T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T18:18:50.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Free</title><content type='html'>Looking into your eyes I know I'm right&lt;br /&gt;if there's anything worth my love it's worth a fight&lt;br /&gt;we only get one chance&lt;br /&gt;but nothing ties our hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're what I want &lt;br /&gt;listen to me&lt;br /&gt;nothing I want&lt;br /&gt;is out of my reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;Heaven helps the man who fights his fear&lt;br /&gt;love's the only thing that keeps me here&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason that I'm hanging on&lt;br /&gt;my heart's staying where my heart belongs&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away will never make me free&lt;br /&gt;and nothing we sign is any kind of guarantee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna hold you now&lt;br /&gt;and I won't hold you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking the past&lt;br /&gt;making my breaks&lt;br /&gt;taking control&lt;br /&gt;if that's what it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;Heaven helps the man who fights his fear&lt;br /&gt;love's the only thing that keeps me here&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason that I'm hanging on&lt;br /&gt;my heart's staying where my heart belongs&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna hold you now&lt;br /&gt;and I won't hold you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're what I want&lt;br /&gt;listen to me&lt;br /&gt;nothing I want&lt;br /&gt;is out of my reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;Heaven helps the man who fights his fear&lt;br /&gt;love's the only thing that keeps me here&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason that I'm hanging on&lt;br /&gt;my heart's staying where my heart belongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;Heaven helps the man who fights his fear&lt;br /&gt;love's the only thing that keeps me here&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason that I'm hanging on&lt;br /&gt;my heart's staying where my heart belongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;Heaven helps the man who fights his fear&lt;br /&gt;love's the only thing that keeps me here&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason that I'm hanging on&lt;br /&gt;my heart's staying where my heart belongs&lt;br /&gt;(I'M FREE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Kenny Loggins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113081153060421155?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504240.post-113045775375843821</id><published>2005-10-27T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:02:33.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>So....here is my post for today. Hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the weekend......and Falls Creek...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113045775375843821?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113045775375843821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113045775375843821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113045775375843821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113045775375843821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113020064336960236</id><published>2005-10-24T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:37:41.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay friends, in my never-ending quest to join every website known to man... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/angelkitty4ou"&gt; My Myspace account&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too pretty yet, but you can add me to your friend list. That would be cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113020064336960236?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113020064336960236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113020064336960236&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113020064336960236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113020064336960236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-friends-in-my-never-ending-quest.html' title=''/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113017297378058291</id><published>2005-10-24T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:56:13.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got The Weekend, You Got The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Good almost-afternoon, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good Sunday....I went to Sunday School and church, then I went to Pei Wei's for the first time ever. Really awesome food, there. I had sweet and sour chicken, and it actually tasted like it DIDN'T derive from cat remains. I also had crab wontons. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Community Group, then I went over to Cindy's house to carve pumpkins. I decided to make a Homestar Runner pumpkin. It ended up really cute, if I must say so myself. And I must. So there you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113017297378058291?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113017297378058291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113017297378058291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113017297378058291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113017297378058291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-got-weekend-you-got-weekend.html' title='I Got The Weekend, You Got The Weekend'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-113003968008058938</id><published>2005-10-22T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T20:54:40.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make You Go, "Whew!"</title><content type='html'>Oklahoma Sooners 37, Baylor Bears 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Longest. Game. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-113003968008058938?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/113003968008058938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=113003968008058938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113003968008058938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/113003968008058938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-that-make-you-go-whew_22.html' title='Things That Make You Go, &quot;Whew!&quot;'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112991099493911394</id><published>2005-10-21T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:09:54.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>So, yes...it's Friday. Woo-hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112991099493911394?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112991099493911394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112991099493911394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112991099493911394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112991099493911394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112981725874858770</id><published>2005-10-20T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:07:38.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings....Nothing More Than Feelings...</title><content type='html'>It's hard for me to articulate my feelings, sometimes. It really is. I try to be happy...yet, I feel like I don't deserve happiness. That's something I struggled with for years. When I was a kid, everytime I was beginning to feel like I was liked, belonged, etc...someone shot me down. It's like, on the playground, someone will walk up and tell you that so-and-so said something bad about you, then people will gather around and watch while you cry. It kind of becomes an Olympic sport, after awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not trying to make excuses for how I am. I know that I HAVE to learn to accept and love myself. I am who I am...and I wouldn't have it any other way. I am just trying to make sense of the reasons that I deal with things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust. Is that a ten-cent word, nowadays? People say "I trust in the Lord" like they say "Hi." But what does that really mean? To place your trust in the Lord is to put everything, EVERYTHING, in His hands. Your life, your decisions...all of it. I know at times I struggle with that as well. Make that all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with the people I love. It appalls me how few people I truly trust. I could count the number on one of my hands. Or maybe both hands. I love many people dearly. But there are very, VERY few that I truly trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men. Why do good-hearted, sweet guys always comment about not having a girlfriend? And why do said sweet guys get so wrapped up in their perception that they don't notice the girl who will say something to them, then blush and duck away because they want to get to know the guy better but is too scared to say anything to them? Why do those guys get so obsessed with finding a hot girl that they will ignore the modestly hot girls like myself that will make them happier than any carnal hotness could? Why do these guys not notice what is right under their noses? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...I went on a rampage there. But you know what I mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112981725874858770?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112981725874858770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112981725874858770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112981725874858770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112981725874858770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/feelingsnothing-more-than-feelings.html' title='Feelings....Nothing More Than Feelings...'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112973407648478537</id><published>2005-10-19T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:01:16.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to put my thoughts into words. This has been a very difficult road that I am travelling. Outwardly, not much is going on. Inwardly, I am questioning everything....my thoughts, my motives, my relationship with God, my trust in Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to self-disclose too much on here...but I feel broken inside. I know that can be a good thing...God breaks us to help us grow. But it still hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112973407648478537?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112973407648478537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112973407648478537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112973407648478537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112973407648478537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112964494067130930</id><published>2005-10-18T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:15:40.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Book</title><content type='html'>Well, I started reading The Calvary Road...that's the new book that we are doing for Community Group next period. It seemed to be a really good book. I think I will enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of church, I have almost decided to join Council. I am still praying about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it from my end. It's Tuesday, which means I will be having Mazzio's tonight. Fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112964494067130930?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112964494067130930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112964494067130930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112964494067130930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112964494067130930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-book.html' title='New Book'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112957371623747640</id><published>2005-10-17T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:28:36.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Confession</title><content type='html'>Still no confessions from the Spam Culprit. I am beginning to think that maybe it WASN'T a friend of mine trying to be cute. I know that it was a Cox ISP address in Oklahoma City. That's all I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my suspicions, though........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112957371623747640?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112957371623747640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112957371623747640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112957371623747640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112957371623747640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-confession.html' title='No Confession'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112925679545451912</id><published>2005-10-13T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:26:35.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spam-ments</title><content type='html'>I have a suspicion about something...Seems that someone I know is leaving spammesque messages on my Blogger blog, trying to be cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know who did the first one...I have been putting two and two together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caribbean vacations" under gas prices? O----kay....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112925679545451912?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112925679545451912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112925679545451912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112925679545451912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112925679545451912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/spam-ments.html' title='Spam-ments'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112913059323264560</id><published>2005-10-12T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:23:13.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soapbox Speech of the Day</title><content type='html'>Last night while I was cleaning, I came across this book I forgot I had. It is a book studying the book of Isaiah in the Bible. I am going to start reading it. The title of the book is "Be Comforted." Sounds like something I can use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved a piece of literature today that made me think on the subject of helping others. Do we do so because we want to be the Great Father, the Savior? No! They already have a Savior in Christ, if they have accepted Him. Nor should we go into it with the mindset of "They should grovel before us in gratitude." Folks, when people are in crisis mode, sometimes they say things or react in ways that we don't think are "appropriate." That is because of stress, sinful nature, etc. So sometimes we may not always recieve the gratitude due us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We help out because God commanded us to. Jesus said that anyone who gives a cold cup of water in His name would be blessed. We give because Jesus gave His life for us. We give out of a spirit of humility, because we want to help ease the pains of people who are hurting, even in a small way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am off my soapbox now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112913059323264560?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112913059323264560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112913059323264560&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112913059323264560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112913059323264560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/soapbox-speech-of-day.html' title='Soapbox Speech of the Day'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112904326636954655</id><published>2005-10-11T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T08:07:46.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggle</title><content type='html'>Life is a struggle sometimes. I have been trying to fill my mind with God...think about good things...that will offset the loneliness that I sometimes feel. Yesterday I bought the Wow 2006 CD, and I have been listening to it a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I saw "Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit." Cute movie. Maybe not something I would go and see on my own, but I liked it the same. It's based on a UK cartoon. I need to do some research on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112904326636954655?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112904326636954655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112904326636954655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112904326636954655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112904326636954655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/struggle.html' title='Struggle'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112895727915827997</id><published>2005-10-10T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:14:39.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>God is wonderful. Jesus is wonderful. I have to believe that no matter what, I can say, "Blessed be the name of the Lord." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to my Community Group. It was the last one for a couple of weeks. I will sure miss going. I have learned so much....and I learned so much last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what keeps me going? Why do I continue to wake up every morning, go about my business, go to church, email people, etc. etc. ? Especially these past couple of weeks, where I have felt pretty much nothing but hurt and confusion? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, our facilitator, showed a clip from Castaway. The main character was talking about what kept him going, even when he thought he was going to die on the island. He said that knowing that the sun was going to rise the next morning was what kept him going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have messed up so many times in my life. I have focused on other things than God. I have so often been selfish in my friendships and relationships. I have seen Jesus as a me-me-me proposition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about me, folks. It's just not. I am here to serve God. I am here to glorify Him in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do I keep going? Knowing that I do make a difference in people's life. Knowing that somewhere, there will be a person to whom I will mean the world. Knowing that God made me special, with so many things to offer. Knowing that I can use my talents to glorirfy Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112895727915827997?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112895727915827997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112895727915827997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112895727915827997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112895727915827997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112878282208127618</id><published>2005-10-08T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T07:47:02.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Events</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I have to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Today would have been the day I would have left for NYC, had the trip panned out as scheduled. Some terrorists are allegedly (key word is allegedly) planning to bomb the subway system there tomorrow. When my friends and I would have been using it. That is a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) OU-Texas. I am predicting either a shut-out or a one-touchdown game. Who I want to win? OU. Who will probably win? Well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112878282208127618?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112878282208127618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112878282208127618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112878282208127618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112878282208127618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/events.html' title='Events'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112852892974940373</id><published>2005-10-05T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:15:29.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Worse</title><content type='html'>Well, I wish I could say that the situation has gotten better. But it's gotten worse. It's actually mutating and taking different forms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan is attacking me. A lot. I struggle so much with myself. I'm my own worst enemy in so many ways. I feel angry, desperate, hopeless, etc. etc. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112852892974940373?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112852892974940373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112852892974940373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112852892974940373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112852892974940373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/getting-worse.html' title='Getting Worse'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112844898061323263</id><published>2005-10-04T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T11:03:00.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of emotions going through my head right now. I can't talk about a lot of them, because I have a policy against crying at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112844898061323263?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112844898061323263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112844898061323263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112844898061323263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112844898061323263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112838844704247377</id><published>2005-10-03T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T18:14:07.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>There has been absolutely too much tragedy going on lately...Two people in the singles group at Council have lost loved ones in the past week. Also, other stuff has been going on that I can't talk about. Also Hurricane Katrina, Rita, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for the people involved...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112838844704247377?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112838844704247377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112838844704247377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112838844704247377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112838844704247377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112834658733623741</id><published>2005-10-03T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T06:36:27.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned This Weekend</title><content type='html'>I may not be particularly good-looking, suave, or chic, but I have a lot to offer a guy. If nothing else, my friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many wonderful, sweet people in the world for me to poison my heart trying to associate with people that are going to trample on my feelings or act like I am "less than". (Don't worry...if you are reading this, you are almost definitely in the former category.) God said to love your enemy. He didn't say that you had to bear your feelings to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving Council Road Baptist. If anyone from there is reading, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. Thank you for encouraging me, for praying for me, for thinking about me. I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Village, I love you guys too. Village will always be my first church home. To Misti and Brian, I miss hanging with you guys. Call me! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. (For now anyway.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112834658733623741?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112834658733623741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112834658733623741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112834658733623741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112834658733623741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/lessons-learned-this-weekend.html' title='Lessons Learned This Weekend'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112818487302822417</id><published>2005-10-01T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:41:13.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>Scott put a bunch of his songs on his website. I will try to download the ones I don't have already (on his two CD's) when I get home, if my home Internet connnection is working again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really rainy here today. I hope that the rain clears up in time for me to go to church on Sunday. That way I won't be sliding all over the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...Yesterday I finally bought me a jean skirt! Yes, I know you are thrilled. I will be wearing it to church on Sunday. I figured a jean skirt will go with just about anything and look at least decently cute. It's about knee-length, which I find is a good length for me. I also want to get a black skirt about that length.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112818487302822417?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112818487302822417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112818487302822417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112818487302822417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112818487302822417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/10/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112800419179556555</id><published>2005-09-29T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T07:29:51.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while I was getting ready for work, I looked outside on the patio. There I saw two little yellow leaves falling off the trees, drifting slowly to the ground. While I was going to work, I saw that some of the trees were beginning to turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, when I went outside, I was surprised to feel how cool it was. Ahhh. I have gotten used to it being unbearably hot outside...now it is getting cool. Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon it will be Halloween...time to carve pumpkins and eat roasted pumpkin seeds....eat way too much Halloween candy...roast marshmallows on a hot fire....Ahhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112800419179556555?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112800419179556555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112800419179556555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112800419179556555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112800419179556555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112794989408622239</id><published>2005-09-28T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T16:24:54.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Musical History</title><content type='html'>(by Reagan Bockhold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Thanks to Scott for the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music. I really do. Given the choice between watching TV and listening to the radio, I will almost always go for the radio. My own CD collection is limited only by the amount of money in the bank. (Compliation CD's are my friends, folks.) My favorite TV show is American Idol...There have (believe it or not) been many quality contestants: Clay Aiken, Kelly Clarkson, Kimberley Locke, Bo Bice, Carrie Underwood...Unfortunately, those who got contracts with the Idol record company didn't have their talents used to the best of their abilities. For instance, Kelly Clarkson's first CD only had one good song on it (Miss Independent). However, her most recent CD (which was not produced by Idol) has at least three hits on it, and a fourth one is gaining on the charts. But that's neither here nor there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with my history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASSIC ROCK (1978-1986): That is the earliest music I listened to, circa the late 70's and early 80's. Or shall I say, heard. Fleetwood Mac, Eagles, the Bee Gees, Chicago, CCR, etc. My mother acquired a tape with old hits from the 1950's and 1960's. My younger sister loved it. Me? Not so much. My older brother and sister enjoyed rock music, so naturally that's what we listened to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDDIE POP (1985-87): My sister and I obtained our first tape deck Christmas of 1985. We also got two tapes: The Nutcracker Suite and Wee Sing and Play. We learned many new kids songs from around the world with the Wee Sing tape. We also enjoyed the Nutcracker tape. Later on, we would check out tapes from the library. One I remember was a tape of songs in American History. There was also a Christian Mother Goose tape. One Christmas, we got a tape with some Christmas songs on it, and we played it quite a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLEGUM POP (1987-90): The moment I had any kind of say-so as to what music to listen to, I started on what is better termed as Bubblegum Pop. Ya know...Janet Jackson (pre-wardrobe malfunction), Paula Abdul (To this day, Forever Your Girl is my favorite song from that era...), Tiffany, Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam, Cyndi Lauper, Debbie Gibson...My official first band crush was on New Kids On The Block. I had several shirts, buttons, books, posters...My favorite was Jordan. Unfortunately, a rumor spread about them in my elementary school. Let's just say it was totally unfounded. But at any rate, they promptly became uncool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BLACK HOLE (1991-94): I don't remember very many songs from this era, and even fewer that I enjoyed. I remember I was a fan of Color Me Badd. (Now I cringe whenever I hear a song from them...Change of heart, maybe?) Later on, most of my classmates would sing to "Bat in a Cage" or dreck like that. I praise God that even back in those days, I had the good sense not to deal with music like that. It seemed for awhile that the more nonsensical or hate-centered a song was, the cooler it was (e.g. I Hate Everything About You, "I'm moving to the country, I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches...", the MmmMmm song, etc.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN POP (1994-96): This was my first exposure to the Newsboys, Audio Adrenalin, DC Talk, etc. I had several tapes of these artists (because I still didn't have a CD player yet). I also had several tapes of musicians that would do youth rallies at my church and at church camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETURN TO BUBBLEGUM POP (1996-97): Hanson. The Spice Girls. The Cardigans (whaaaa?). Enough said. Well, not quite. My friends back then had a thing about the "If Ya Wanna Be My Lover" song by the Spice Girls. It was amusing. Okay, now enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTY MIX HITS (1997-99): This was the music that was played at every party known to man. "My Pony," "Come On (Ride The Train)", "Tubthumping"...you could hear this stuff on any college campus or any fraternity house in the country. Ah, those were the days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 2000 or so, my music tastes became much more eclectic. As in, I didn't listen to any genre of music exclusively. So it is today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I listen to what I enjoy. Period. I have a few artists that I enjoy (I like Maroon 5, LifeHouse, and others), but mostly I enjoy individual songs that have meaning to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112794989408622239?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112794989408622239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112794989408622239&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112794989408622239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112794989408622239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-musical-history.html' title='My Musical History'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112793651416219277</id><published>2005-09-28T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:41:54.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Homestar Runner Thing That Makes Me Giggle For No Good Reason Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7101/465/1600/150px-theteach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7101/465/320/150px-theteach.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE SOCK! BLUE SOCK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112793651416219277?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112793651416219277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112793651416219277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112793651416219277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112793651416219277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-homestar-runner-thing-that.html' title='Random Homestar Runner Thing That Makes Me Giggle For No Good Reason Of The Day'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112793276460887806</id><published>2005-09-28T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T11:39:24.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Time I Fall</title><content type='html'>Love like a road that never ends &lt;br /&gt;How it leads me back again &lt;br /&gt;To heartache &lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand &lt;br /&gt;Darling, I put my heart upon a shelf &lt;br /&gt;'Till the moment was right, and I told myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall in love &lt;br /&gt;I'll know better what to do &lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall in love &lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo &lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall in love &lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall in love &lt;br /&gt;It will be with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Well I wonder if it's wise &lt;br /&gt;To hold you like I've wanted to before &lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was thinking that you might &lt;br /&gt;Be the one who breathes life in this heart of mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall in love &lt;br /&gt;I'll know better what to do &lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall in love &lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo &lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall in love &lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall in love &lt;br /&gt;It will be with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm gonna follow through &lt;br /&gt;And if it drives me crazy &lt;br /&gt;I will know better why &lt;br /&gt;The next time I try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall in love &lt;br /&gt;I'll know better what to do &lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall in love &lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo &lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall in love &lt;br /&gt;The next time I fall in love &lt;br /&gt;It will be with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Peter Cetera and Amy Grant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112793276460887806?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112793276460887806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112793276460887806&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112793276460887806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112793276460887806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/next-time-i-fall.html' title='Next Time I Fall'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112791789965953620</id><published>2005-09-28T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:31:39.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I got really bad heat-sick yesterday. I had to go to bed right when I got home from work. Funny thing is, I drank a LOT of water yesterday. Ho hum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....wait, I have none. Never mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112791789965953620?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112791789965953620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112791789965953620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112791789965953620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112791789965953620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112778315564451672</id><published>2005-09-26T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T18:05:55.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things</title><content type='html'>This weekend I:&lt;br /&gt;--Went to enjoy the Shawnee Jazz Festival. I ate a turkey leg and a funnel cake. Mmmmmm.... I also enjoyed some awesome jazz music.&lt;br /&gt;--Went to Sunday School at Council Road Baptist for the first time in almost five years. I also went to service there. I am really enjoying it there.&lt;br /&gt;--Stressed out over life in general. Fortunately God is good, and will continue to be good..."And behold I am with you always, even to the very end of this age." &lt;br /&gt;--Confused the heck outta a male or two. If you are reading this (you know who you are), sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I:&lt;br /&gt;--Worked at Sonic. &lt;br /&gt;--Read the first Strong Bad email in ages. Way-oh way-oh! &lt;br /&gt;--Ate a Chicken Nacho Melt at Taco Mayo. Yummmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout-Outs:&lt;br /&gt;--Melissa Pazzo and her boyfriend Matt are engaged! Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;--Laura and Phillip are engaged, too! Congrats again!&lt;br /&gt;--Brian Mays gave me a CD of the Financial Peace stuff that he and Misti have been studying. I haven't gotten a chance to look at it yet, but I will as soon as I can get ahold of a DVD player.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112778315564451672?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112778315564451672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112778315564451672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112778315564451672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112778315564451672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-things.html' title='Some Things'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112759623079595615</id><published>2005-09-24T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T14:10:30.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo Messenger</title><content type='html'>Last night I got the following message on my Yahoo! Messenger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi I noticed you were into scrapbooking. I am too. I am looking for someone to scrapbook with and also to be intimate with. The hobby would be known but the intimacy would be hidden from family, friends, kids, etc. Hope to hear from you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...........no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112759623079595615?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112759623079595615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112759623079595615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112759623079595615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112759623079595615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/yahoo-messenger.html' title='Yahoo Messenger'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112757336329935269</id><published>2005-09-24T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T07:49:23.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough of Crazy Life</title><content type='html'>I have enough of crazy, yet boring, life. After work today, I am gonna go to the Shawnee Jazz Festival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure wish I had a special someone to enjoy it with me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112757336329935269?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112757336329935269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112757336329935269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112757336329935269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112757336329935269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/enough-of-crazy-life.html' title='Enough of Crazy Life'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112749116878415073</id><published>2005-09-23T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:59:28.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Again</title><content type='html'>Oh, my gosh, I was sooooo sick last night. I went to the Veranda in Shawnee and ordered a double chocolate frappe. Well, I took two sips of it and couldn't finish the dang thing. I thought I was gonna throw up on my way home. Yicht. But I am feeling better this morning, though. Good thing, too...it's gonna be a Long Day. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112749116878415073?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112749116878415073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112749116878415073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112749116878415073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112749116878415073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/sick-again.html' title='Sick Again'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112741466618414946</id><published>2005-09-22T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T11:44:26.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rita</title><content type='html'>OK, guys. This hurricane Rita is making my heart drop in my chest. Again. At times, I feel like crying, "When will it end?!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part for me is realizing that, once again, I am gonna be locked in my home area (because of high gas prices and everything). And I still haven't gotten a job offer. And time is running out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despair...that is what I feel, so very often. Does God want me to suffer? Well, no, of course not. Sometimes God allows suffering to happen so that we can learn from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys. I'll cheer up here momentarily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112741466618414946?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112741466618414946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112741466618414946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112741466618414946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112741466618414946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/rita.html' title='Rita'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112731911718402155</id><published>2005-09-21T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:11:57.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much to Talk About</title><content type='html'>I think the title says it all. Yesterday I worked, went home, and went to bed. I ate the dinner buffet at Mazzio's, but I doubt that counts as excitement in ANYONE's book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. Today I have been checking out Homestarrunner.com for like, two hours. It's, of course, uproariously funny. As always. I just love random humor. (But of course, you guys know that, right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112731911718402155?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112731911718402155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112731911718402155&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112731911718402155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112731911718402155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-much-to-talk-about.html' title='Not Much to Talk About'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112722391151400768</id><published>2005-09-20T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T06:45:11.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Wow...well, I will post a real post this morning. How's about that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went to the State Fair. Of course, I ate much more than was necessary. I had a Chicken Gyro and a Cheesecake on a Stick. (Yes, Cheesecake on a Stick! It was so good, too!) We all looked at cars. I have decided that I want a small car...with very good gas milage. Oh, well. Can't afford it right now. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday I went to community group at Council Road. I am really, really beginning to like it there. A lot. I am feeling like I felt when I first started going to Village. Don't get me wrong, Village will always be my first church home. It's just that I need to be a part of an active single's group. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112722391151400768?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112722391151400768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112722391151400768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112722391151400768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112722391151400768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112715636052095500</id><published>2005-09-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:59:20.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack!</title><content type='html'>My nose is running. It's fall, all right. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fixing to go home from work and take a long nap. Well, first I am gonna eat lunch. Then I'll take a nap. I also need to check my Sonic schedule for next week. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112715636052095500?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112715636052095500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112715636052095500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112715636052095500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112715636052095500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/ack.html' title='Ack!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112688343548575088</id><published>2005-09-16T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:10:35.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>For the first time in weeks, I actually have plans tonight! Yeep. Aren't I cool? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so charming&lt;br /&gt;Oh so charming&lt;br /&gt;It's alarming how charming I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty&lt;br /&gt;Oh so pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's enough. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112688343548575088?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112688343548575088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112688343548575088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112688343548575088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112688343548575088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112681962710311613</id><published>2005-09-15T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:27:07.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish</title><content type='html'>Let's take a walk together near the open shore &lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand you and I..&lt;br /&gt;Let's cherish every moment we have been given &lt;br /&gt;The time is passing by..&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray before I lay down &lt;br /&gt;By your side &lt;br /&gt;If you receive your calling before I awake &lt;br /&gt;Could I make it through the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the love we had, we should cherish the life we live..&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the love, cherish the life, cherish the love..&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the love we had, for as long as we both shall live.. &lt;br /&gt;Cherish the love, cherish the life, cherish the love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is always changing nothing stays the same..&lt;br /&gt;But love will stand the test of time..&lt;br /&gt;The next life that we live in remains to be seen &lt;br /&gt;Will you be by my side..&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray before I lay down by your side &lt;br /&gt;And if you receive your calling before I awake &lt;br /&gt;Could I make it through the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the love we had, we should cherish the life we live..&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the love, cherish the life, cherish the love..&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the love we had, for as long as we both shall live.. &lt;br /&gt;Cherish the love, cherish the life, cherish the love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the love we had, we should cherish the life we live..&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the love, cherish the life, cherish the love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Kool and the Gang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112681962710311613?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112681962710311613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112681962710311613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112681962710311613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112681962710311613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/cherish.html' title='Cherish'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112681045975314813</id><published>2005-09-15T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:54:19.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>Nobody get offended now...I am a blond myself! Thanks to Pazzo for sending this to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game.  They had&lt;br /&gt;great seats right behind their team's bench. After the game, he asked&lt;br /&gt;her how she liked the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I really liked it," she replied, "especially the tight pants and&lt;br /&gt;all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were&lt;br /&gt;killing each other over 25 cents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded, her date asked, "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of&lt;br /&gt;the game, all they kept screaming was: 'Get the quarterback! Get the&lt;br /&gt;quarterback!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm like...Helloooooo? It's only 25 cents!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112681045975314813?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112681045975314813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112681045975314813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112681045975314813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112681045975314813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112680131829965858</id><published>2005-09-15T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:21:58.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of These Blogs Is Not Like The Other</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am going to do the two-blog thing for awhile. I am gonna start adding stuff to my Xanga again. So you get to read me twice in a day. Or more. Isn't that fun? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the new one: www.xanga.com/AngelKitty4OU. I will add it to my sidebar, when I get some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to enjoy both of my blogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112680131829965858?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112680131829965858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112680131829965858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112680131829965858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112680131829965858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-of-these-blogs-is-not-like-other.html' title='One of These Blogs Is Not Like The Other'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112673720384253390</id><published>2005-09-14T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T15:33:23.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Chance on Me</title><content type='html'>If you change your mind, I'm the first in line&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;If you need me, let me know, gonna be around&lt;br /&gt;If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt;If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie&lt;br /&gt;If you put me to the test, if you let me try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;(That's all I ask of you honey)&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can go dancing, we can go walking, as long as we're together&lt;br /&gt;Listen to some music, maybe just talking, get to know you better&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you know I've got&lt;br /&gt;So much that I wanna do, when I dream I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;It's magic&lt;br /&gt;You want me to leave it there, afraid of a love affair&lt;br /&gt;But I think you know&lt;br /&gt;That I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you change your mind, I'm the first in line&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;If you need me, let me know, gonna be around&lt;br /&gt;If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt;If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie&lt;br /&gt;If you put me to the test, if you let me try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;(Come on, give me a break will you?)&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Oh you can take your time baby, I'm in no hurry, know I'm gonna get you&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna hurt me, baby don't worry, I ain't gonna let you&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt;My love is strong enough to last when things are rough&lt;br /&gt;It's magic&lt;br /&gt;You say that I waste my time but I can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;No I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you change your mind, I'm the first in line&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;If you need me, let me know, gonna be around&lt;br /&gt;If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt;If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;(Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba ba ba baa, ba ba ba ba baa&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;(Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba ba ba baa, ba ba ba ba baa ba-ba&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--ABBA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112673720384253390?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112673720384253390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112673720384253390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112673720384253390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112673720384253390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/take-chance-on-me.html' title='Take a Chance on Me'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112672142178189824</id><published>2005-09-14T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:10:21.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha!</title><content type='html'>I can finally do a blog search on Blogger! I am so thrilled...I am gonna do some searches. Bwah ha ha ha ha!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112672142178189824?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112672142178189824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112672142178189824&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112672142178189824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112672142178189824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/ha-ha.html' title='Ha Ha!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112662480350712653</id><published>2005-09-13T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T08:20:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verse of the Day</title><content type='html'>The Lord my God is my strength, MY PERSONAL bravery, MY invincible army, he makes my feet like hinds feet, and will make me to walk and to not stand still in terror, but to walk and make spiritual progress upon my high places of trouble, suffering or responsibility! Habakkuk 3:19&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112662480350712653?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112662480350712653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112662480350712653&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112662480350712653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112662480350712653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/verse-of-day.html' title='Verse of the Day'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112662226771291926</id><published>2005-09-13T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:37:47.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't make it into the city on Sunday. I am really gonna try to go sometime this weekend, if anyone has plans anytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to talk about, but I am not sure it is appropriate to talk about on a public forum. The Lord knows what I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112662226771291926?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112662226771291926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112662226771291926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112662226771291926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112662226771291926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112638254150209674</id><published>2005-09-10T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T13:02:21.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Win is A Win</title><content type='html'>Okay, I feel better now. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112638254150209674?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112638254150209674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112638254150209674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112638254150209674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112638254150209674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/win-is-win.html' title='A Win is A Win'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112637785833130511</id><published>2005-09-10T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T11:44:18.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AngelKitty4??</title><content type='html'>Is this game over yet? Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself, "One bad season in 6 isn't too shabby." But...sigh anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "OU has only had two bad games. How can you say that they won't run the board the rest of the year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at the numbers, folks. If we play this poorly against non-ranked teams...well, let's just say I am no longer looking forward to Oct. 6. In fact, I am dreading it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112637785833130511?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112637785833130511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112637785833130511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112637785833130511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112637785833130511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/angelkitty4.html' title='AngelKitty4??'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112627941458990891</id><published>2005-09-09T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T08:23:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak</title><content type='html'>Still feeling pretty weak today. Maybe it's because I haven't eaten anything solid in almost 48 hours. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at Sonic tonight, probably 4:30-close. Sigh. I work tomorrow night, too. Oh, well. On Sunday, I have every intention of going to the city for church. I miss my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112627941458990891?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112627941458990891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112627941458990891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112627941458990891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112627941458990891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/weak.html' title='Weak'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112618823632762371</id><published>2005-09-08T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T07:03:56.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Have Dysentry</title><content type='html'>Okay, not really. I think it's just an upset stomach. I was throwing up last night (actually, early this morning.) I woke up and my stomach felt like it was gonna fall out or something. Icht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112618823632762371?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112618823632762371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112618823632762371&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112618823632762371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112618823632762371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-think-i-have-dysentry.html' title='I Think I Have Dysentry'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112614246404989726</id><published>2005-09-07T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:21:04.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112614246404989726?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112614246404989726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112614246404989726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112614246404989726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112614246404989726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112614006037458248</id><published>2005-09-07T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:41:00.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Junk!</title><content type='html'>I found a website that I thought was pretty cool. It is &lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com"&gt;Engrish.com&lt;/a&gt;. In case you didn't know, Engrish is the sometimes nonsensical translations that Japanese make from their tongue to English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website shows a way that you can translate English to Engrish. You just go to a translator website, type in the sentence or word, translate from English to Japanese, then highlight the translation, and then select Japanese to English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the name of this website in Engrish is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random accidental accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...all too apt, wouldn't you say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I translated "Holy crap!" it would be Holy Junk. And if I say, "I am the coolest person I know," it would come out as, "It is the coolest person where as for me I have known." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it makes sense that some things become confused in the translation. Ah, well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112614006037458248?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112614006037458248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112614006037458248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112614006037458248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112614006037458248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/holy-junk.html' title='Holy Junk!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112613793493071002</id><published>2005-09-07T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:05:34.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Photo I Found of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7101/465/1600/crap-your-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7101/465/320/crap-your-hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're happy and you know it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112613793493071002?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112613793493071002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112613793493071002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112613793493071002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112613793493071002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/funny-photo-i-found-of-day.html' title='Funny Photo I Found of the Day'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112612518169980243</id><published>2005-09-07T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:33:01.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stat Counters</title><content type='html'>I subscribe to a little something called a Stat Counter. It shows me how many hits I have in one day, week, etc. Not impressed? Well, this thing also can track where most of my hits are coming from, the ISP number, etc. It tracks where on my site my viewers go, if they leave a comment, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo....say a person decides to leave a spam comment. Like..."Look at my website on growing three heads!" You will note that by each comment is a time stamp. I go to my trusty, wonderful stat counter and look up my pageload log. I can see who was on my site at the time of the comment. A lot of times, the stat counter will even say who owns the ISP number. From that, I can draw pretty good conclusions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...if you are leaving anonymous comments, know that you are not as anonymous as you think you are. Just my Helpful Hint Of The Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112612518169980243?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112612518169980243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112612518169980243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112612518169980243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112612518169980243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/stat-counters.html' title='Stat Counters'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112611743740983689</id><published>2005-09-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T11:23:57.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dancingwithkatrina.blogspot.com"&gt;Here is a blog on Hurricane Katrina.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News of my life? I have nothing. I start work again at Sonic Friday night, and I work there again on Saturday. I am also working at the library non-stop. That's about all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112611743740983689?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112611743740983689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112611743740983689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112611743740983689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112611743740983689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-of-day.html' title='Blog of the Day'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112603878158734900</id><published>2005-09-06T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T13:33:01.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Strip of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7101/465/1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7101/465/320/image.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Brian Mays for emailing it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112603878158734900?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112603878158734900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112603878158734900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112603878158734900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112603878158734900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/comic-strip-of-day.html' title='Comic Strip of the Day'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112602476398348740</id><published>2005-09-06T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:39:23.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Game</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I attended the RedHawks game in the city. I went with several of the folks at Council Road Baptist Church. They seem to be a fun bunch of people, I must say! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, didn't do much else than that this weekend. Mainly just work. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did my life go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112602476398348740?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112602476398348740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112602476398348740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112602476398348740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112602476398348740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/baseball-game.html' title='Baseball Game'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112572047303790332</id><published>2005-09-02T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:07:53.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Katrina</title><content type='html'>I haven't said a whole heck of a lot about Hurricane Katrina. Partially because I am not sure how to put my thoughts into words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the news, I have watched people literally dying before the nation's eyes. People searching for help that did not, to their eyes, seem to be forthcoming. People are standing outside, chanting, "Help! Help!" On MSNBC, I saw a mom holding a young baby. She said that she was having a hard time getting the baby to wake up because he was so dehydrated. I could hear the desparation in her voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all over the Superdome, that's a common theme: desparation. Some people haven't eaten for days. There was no drinkable water. Toilets were overflowing. People use boxes to relieve themselves...if they can find one. One gentleman had a seizure on the floor. A grandma lay dead in a wheelchair, covered in a sheet. On the road by the dome, a reporter talked to a camera. A dead man lay behind him, his face covered with a shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I have seen on TV. I am sure the reality is much worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, the stench. Feces, urine, decaying human remains, garbage, gasoline, rotting food...you get the idea. And many of the above contain diseases...some that can be gotten just by standing in contaminated water. Some bacteria may be airborne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if people were inclined to travel the streets, with putrid water up to their waist, they don't dare, because of a few buttclowns that feel it necessary to fire at anyone that moves, who steal television sets that are unlikely to work as they are waterlogged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, things are beginning to happen. National Guard troops are coming in to restore order. Food and water are arriving at the Dome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it remains to be seen if lives can be saved. The majority of these folks in the Dome aren't hoodlums. They are honest citizens who, for whatever reason, could not leave their city. They are young babies, crying for just a drop of water. They are families who are trying to figure out where the heck their lives are gonna go next, who lost everything except each other. They are grandmas and grandpas who went to the Dome because their Social Security check hadn't come yet and they didn't have enough money to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a black vs. white issue. It's a matter of displaced citizens being in the most pain they have ever been in in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112572047303790332?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112572047303790332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112572047303790332&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112572047303790332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112572047303790332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurricane-katrina.html' title='Hurricane Katrina'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112559524863384064</id><published>2005-09-01T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:20:48.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>Missing: My goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last seen: Around the vicinity of the Daily Oklahoman building, courtesy of a Mr. Brian Leon Mays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance: Whatever it feels like looking like, gosh!&lt;br /&gt;If found, contact me here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112559524863384064?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112559524863384064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112559524863384064&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112559524863384064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112559524863384064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/09/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112553685890859161</id><published>2005-08-31T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:07:38.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Katrina (More Perspective)</title><content type='html'>A gentleman came into the library just a few minutes ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needed to use the Internet, as a visitor. As is my practice, I asked him where he was from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is from a suburb of New Orleans. He and his family are taking refuge here in Oklahoma. He wanted to check the web to see what the situation was in his neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to say. I have read the stories on &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com"&gt;CNN.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com"&gt;Foxnews.com&lt;/a&gt;. I knew that the chances of his home being all right were slim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if his family was all right. He replied that they were all able to get out in time. However, they weren't sure if they still had a home. And he is out of a job now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sorry," I replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At least we are all alright," he replied. "That's what's important. We'll get back soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112553685890859161?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112553685890859161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112553685890859161&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112553685890859161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112553685890859161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/08/hurricane-katrina-more-perspective.html' title='Hurricane Katrina (More Perspective)'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112552874690098714</id><published>2005-08-31T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:52:26.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>I am very fortunate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up in my bedroom, chattering my teeth because my bedroom was cold. On my desk, some of my greeting cards that I have gotten from friends have fallen over. I rolled out of bed, went downstairs and waited for my electric-powered computer to log onto the Internet. I read stories about how gas prices are going to go up to near 4 dollars a gallon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very fortunate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up out of my chair and momentarily thought about going to a restaurant to eat. Because I was saving money for gas, I decided to eat at home instead. I pulled a bean burrito out of the cold refrigerator, and poured myself a glass of clean tap water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very fortunate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a hot shower. I went into my bedroom and opened the closet door. I fretted about which outfit I was going to wear to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very fortunate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in my old Thunderbird and drove to my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very fortunate because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I have more than one outfit&lt;br /&gt;--I have a roof over my head&lt;br /&gt;--I have a car to put gas into&lt;br /&gt;--My drinking water is clean&lt;br /&gt;--I have fresh food &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, I am better off than thousands of New Orleans residents who don't have any of those things right now...some of them looking for loved ones, wondering if they are alive...having to look at a city that is underwater and will stay that way for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless New Orleans and their people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112552874690098714?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112552874690098714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112552874690098714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112552874690098714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112552874690098714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/08/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112543258256420674</id><published>2005-08-30T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:11:05.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Specific Prayer Requests</title><content type='html'>Well, I had a job interview for the job at Norman today. I think it went pretty well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray specifically for the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--That I will be able to afford travelling back and forth on the days I have to work there (assuming I get the position)&lt;br /&gt;--That my old car will hold up&lt;br /&gt;--That gas prices will go down soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112543258256420674?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112543258256420674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112543258256420674&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112543258256420674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112543258256420674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-specific-prayer-requests.html' title='Some Specific Prayer Requests'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112534908721189736</id><published>2005-08-29T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T13:58:07.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Gas Prices</title><content type='html'>This sign is getting closer and closer to reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7101/465/1600/gasprices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7101/465/320/gasprices.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112534908721189736?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112534908721189736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112534908721189736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112534908721189736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112534908721189736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/08/todays-gas-prices.html' title='Today&apos;s Gas Prices'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112534082193412256</id><published>2005-08-29T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T12:04:08.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Great It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now Drinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke with Splenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo...this weekend was the best I have had in a long time. On Saturday, I celebrated my birthday with my friends. We had a great time. Misti actually wore her hair straight! G had gotten a wonderful straightening iron, and she straightened Misti's hair for her. She also straightened my own hair. Then we all put makeup on each other. Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the guys got there, we went to Garfield's to eat. Brian Mays found it necessary to tell the waitress it was my birthday. So I got sung to. Fun. But I did get a free ice cream out of the deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back home to have cake. I got an OU cake. I took a picture of it. It was so pretty. :-) Then we all played Mafia. Then people kept trying to have me see if I had something in my car (foot massager, clothes, a jacket, my brain). When I finally bit, the whole group went with me, which made it painfully obvious that they were up to something. Well, Mays had decided to plant several plastic mice in my vehicle. Bleargh. But that's not all! He had also planted two plastic tarantulas in G's bed! Mel G. called him a bizho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went with G to Council Road's Bible study. It was very cool. I think I will definitely be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, here is a list of my birthday gifts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--$35 from my mom and stepdad&lt;br /&gt;--A free massage from Wendy (ahhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;--Some scrapbooking stuff and a photo frame from Misti and Brian&lt;br /&gt;--A prayerbox necklace from Cindy&lt;br /&gt;--Some roses from Mel G.&lt;br /&gt;--Two CD's, a Dr. Pepper Chapstick and some lotion from Leigh Ann&lt;br /&gt;--Earrings from Amy&lt;br /&gt;--Some lotion and body wash from Laura and Phillip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Brian Craven bought my dinner Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks heaps and heaps, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112534082193412256?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112534082193412256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112534082193412256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112534082193412256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112534082193412256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-great-it-is.html' title='How Great It Is'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112500020487433344</id><published>2005-08-25T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:03:24.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>I am way ahead of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already started making my friends' Christmas presents. So far, I am doing OK on them. I have also purchased a coupla new shirts. I think they will be cute. One of them had a hem come undone, so I am fixing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, not much going on. I have a couple of days off this weekend. On Saturday I am going up to the city to celebrate my birthday with some of my friends. It should be an awesome time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I look good in red. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butt Dance, Butt Daaaaaaaance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112500020487433344?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112500020487433344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112500020487433344&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112500020487433344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112500020487433344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/08/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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-7504240.post-112491178935792695</id><published>2005-08-24T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T12:29:49.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha....?</title><content type='html'>Okay, just WHAT in the SAM J. HADES is going on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am used to getting, say, 15-20 hits in a day. I have gotten 30 hits IN THE LAST HOUR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Moses on a Sit-N-Spin! I DOUBT I am that popular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504240-112491178935792695?l=random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/feeds/112491178935792695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7504240&amp;postID=112491178935792695&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112491178935792695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504240/posts/default/112491178935792695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random_acts_of_randomness.blogspot.com/2005/08/wha.html' title='Wha....?'/><author><name>Reagan</name><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>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
