<?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-16587765</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:20:50.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherland</title><subtitle type='html'>Truth is that which affirms propositionally the nature of reality as it is.
-Ravi Zacharias</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-927514304668022100</id><published>2010-04-16T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:55:57.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You had to know this was coming</title><content type='html'>No I'm not converting to Jackieism. I'm posting an update on the tattoo front. Up first we have the initial chest piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S8gfcZnh_sI/AAAAAAAAADk/xjoTNdqL_cg/s1600/chest+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S8gfcZnh_sI/AAAAAAAAADk/xjoTNdqL_cg/s320/chest+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460649120960216770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a particularly painful experience. I'll just say that if you enjoy a bunch of miniature pirates dancing around on your chest with two needles for peg legs than you might like this. Next up is the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S8ggGmbtRrI/AAAAAAAAADs/DpaZqGHCHwQ/s1600/chest+fin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S8ggGmbtRrI/AAAAAAAAADs/DpaZqGHCHwQ/s320/chest+fin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460649845954791090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My views on tattoos may seem obvious to you but I have a few things to say about it. So if your bored by my ability to talk endlessly on subjects you don't give a crap about don't bother reading. That said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have quoted some scripture over the last few years apppreantly pointing to "concrete evidence" that tattoos are "gonna buy you a one way ticket to eternal pain and suffering in satan's playland." Well first off I say to them show me the scripture. Always the first one is Lev 19:28. I say ok cool you can read that's nice. Now lets apply those skills and expand our minds here as long as we are in Lev lets see what the rest of the passage has to say. In Lev 19:20 God says if you sleep with your slave woman you can be forgiven of your sin with the downright cheap offering of a ram. Nice lets see what else. Lev 19:27 says don't shave off your sideburns or the edges of your beard. Looks like even God is not a fan of the sideburnless goatee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after sinking their battleship usually they move on to 1 Cor 6:19 Don't you know your body is a temple? Just for shits and giggles lets throw in verse 20. Glorify God with your body. Ok take those two alone and lets look at what tattoos I have. BAM in your face! Now lets be real and look at the verse in whole. Yup that's right he is talking about sexual immorality. OOOOOO sorry do not pass go do not collect 200 dollars. Ok so I think point is taken right? Unless you have no understanding of covenant theology and contextual reading of the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all seriousness let me say that I know some people do not have a firm grasp on the Word and that we need to encourage them in love and understanding. So hopefully this will help on getting the word out to the peeps. I'm going to bed and you can't stop me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-927514304668022100?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/927514304668022100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=927514304668022100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/927514304668022100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/927514304668022100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-had-to-know-this-was-coming.html' title='You had to know this was coming'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S8gfcZnh_sI/AAAAAAAAADk/xjoTNdqL_cg/s72-c/chest+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-419743140439888059</id><published>2010-03-10T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T02:27:44.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When only cops have guns, it's called a "police state".</title><content type='html'>I keep getting a lot of questions from my friends about why I carry a gun. I carry openly sometimes, meaning people can see it, and other times I carry concealed, meaning at least 80 percent of the gun is concealed. The reason I carry a gun is for my own personal safety. I have 4 years of experience with many different firearms in the Marine Corps and many years of handling them as a civilian. I question you back Why do you not carry a fire arm, or at least keep one in your home. Here are some of my favorite quotes from some men that I greatly respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No free man shall ever be debarred the use of arms. The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government" -Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The very atmosphere of firearms anywhere and everywhere restrains evil interference - they deserve a place of honor with all that's good" -George Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best we can hope for concerning the people at large is that they be properly armed." -Alexander Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Among the many misdeeds of the British rule in India, history will look upon the act of depriving a whole nation of arms, as the blackest." -Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men trained in arms from their infancy, and animated by the love of liberty, will afford neither a cheap or easy conquest. -From the Declaration of the Continental Congress, July 1775.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As to the species of exercise, I advise the gun. While this gives [only] moderate exercise to the body, it gives boldness, enterprise, and independence to the mind. Games played with the ball and others of that nature, are too violent for the body and stamp no character on the mind. Let your gun, therefore, be the constant companion to your walks." -Thomas Jefferson (in a letter to his nephew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Taking my gun away because I might shoot someone is like cutting my tongue out because I might yell `Fire!' in a crowded theater." -Peter Venetoklis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we at last brought to such a humiliating and debasing degradation, that we cannot be trusted with arms for our own defence? Where is the difference between having our arms in our own possession and under our own direction, and having them under the management of Congress? If our defence be the *real* object of having those arms, in whose hands can they be trusted with more propriety, or equal safety to us, as in our own hands? -Patrick Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The constitutions of most of our States assert that all power is inherent in the people; that... it is their right and duty to be at all times armed." -Thomas Jefferson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see someone carrying a gun openly they are not the ones that you should be worried about. I, as many gun owners now do, even have different kinds of rounds (bullets) that I keep in my gun for different settings. One round has a plastic tip and is full of tiny beads. This prevents it from penetrating sheet rock and hitting unintended targets in the next room. The most common one I carry around is the hollow point. In the same fashion it is designed to break up quickly on contact reducing the possibilities of hitting things behind your target. I also go to the shooting range at least once a month to practice with my pistols.It's very possible that the safest place wherever you go in town is right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other myth that I wanted to dispel is that having some guns is illegal in Oregon. I assure you that no guns are illegal in Oregon period. There are certain requirements to own things like short barreled shotguns, machine guns, cane guns and other odd weapons, but none are illegal. Also there are very few places that a firearms cannot be carried. Airports, Federal buildings, courthouses and posted private property is pretty much it. That means yes I do legally carry my gun into my bank, church and school. Any private property can be carried on if it is unmarked at the entrance. Of course if you are asked to leave you must. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if a bank manager came out and asked me to leave I would, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be on the phone with corporate headquarters complaining of their practices. It has to be marked on the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-419743140439888059?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/419743140439888059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=419743140439888059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/419743140439888059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/419743140439888059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-only-cops-have-guns-its-called.html' title='When only cops have guns, it&apos;s called a &quot;police state&quot;.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-6053680677807163425</id><published>2010-02-24T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:28:26.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You ain't my moms I got here...Oh wait you are my moms</title><content type='html'>Now that the cat is out of the bag, with my mom know, I have decided to chronicle my tattoo experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I wandered into the Black Lotus tattoo shop to find an artist. The initial meeting between you and your tattoo artist will always be a little awkward. I think solely because they expect you to blurt out something to the effect of "yea I wanted to get Jerry Garcia's face tattooed on my ass" or "I wanna get a butterfly on my lower back". Random tattoos of ridiculous things are inevitable, but there is the occasional customer that is in for the long haul. I would like to think I'm in this group. First of all finding an artist you like is fairly easy. You just travel around ask to see their work and then have a short chat with them. I was lucky in that I found a great artist who was excited about working long term with me on several projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WTQISYoUI/AAAAAAAAACo/TTykSeX0wbA/s1600-h/Autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WTQISYoUI/AAAAAAAAACo/TTykSeX0wbA/s320/Autumn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441917630058897730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Autumn. She helped me with the exact designs and placement. It is important that you allow your artist to make suggestions to you about different things concerning your tattoo. They will know how tattoos sit on the skin how color works in different areas and how to add depth and life to your tattoos. Autumn is very detail oriented and has made this a pleasant experience overall. She has what they call in the business a "light hand" We have yet to come up with a cool nickname including Autumn and light. She likes to give me a hard time when I'm under the needle, I am starting to think I'm a masochist for going back to her, but I give her an equally hard time. That brings me to developing repor with your artist. It will behoove you to make friends with them since:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You hopefully like them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;2. They are putting something permanent on you.&lt;br /&gt;3. You want to develop a long term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking a shop can be a daunting thought. There are many shops with many different people. I recommend asking around with people that have tattoos first. Black Lotus has been a really cool shop all around. Felix the Tat is a cool guy that has been with the shop a long time. He is a wealth of knowledge and great to have as a second opinion on art. He is a great artist as well. Brian is another guy that does some work there. I haven't gotten to speak to him alot but he has as well had some great input on the work being done. You will know it's a good shop if the artist will take a minute to sit and discuss how best to approach what the customer is wanting them to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up on my hit list is Monica. Shes a little firecracker of an apprentice. Her reputation for outstanding pencil drawings and her dedication to keeping a clean shop show an artist in the making. She also likes to team up with Autumn and verbally accost me. But I guess I deserve it even though I did bring her a push pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WXK77LQtI/AAAAAAAAACw/NcA2RBsR8_g/s1600-h/Monica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WXK77LQtI/AAAAAAAAACw/NcA2RBsR8_g/s320/Monica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441921938887492306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first day under the needle. This is a religous symbol called "Agnus Dei" meaning Lamb of God. I came up with the symbol after seeing it on the wall in a church. The line work is very important to getting the tattoo to look right in its finished form. This usually doesn't hurt very much and heals very quickly with a short turn around to get more work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WXydn9XZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9hInCKRR2fw/s1600-h/agnus+dei+first.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WXydn9XZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9hInCKRR2fw/s320/agnus+dei+first.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441922617948593554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the next week The first picture is just the line work for the Chi Rho. This has it's roots in Greek and as you can see inside is flanked by the Alpha and Omega.&lt;br /&gt;The second picture is the finished work of that day. It is possible to do a whole piece in one day but this is gonna be on you forever so I recommend to take your time. This hurt a fair amount and took a little longer to heal up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WYdiO2-CI/AAAAAAAAADA/9Gu6jM0JE-4/s1600-h/chirho+first.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WYdiO2-CI/AAAAAAAAADA/9Gu6jM0JE-4/s320/chirho+first.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441923357919868962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WYmvigrzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vckppBkap08/s1600-h/chirho+mid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WYmvigrzI/AAAAAAAAADI/vckppBkap08/s320/chirho+mid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441923516110778162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my third week of tattooing. I switched back and forth between shoulders to be able to go every week and allow two weeks to heal in between. This was a VERY long process and was quite painful at certain parts. That said it was nice to sit through a long session, 6 hours, because you kinda hit a wall with the pain and then you kinda forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WZKVaPIwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KKAz51lDOF4/s1600-h/agnus+dei+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WZKVaPIwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KKAz51lDOF4/s320/agnus+dei+final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441924127572042498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Final touches on the Chi Rho. It's kinda hard to see in this picture but I had a matching grey with white accents put into the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WZfsl65PI/AAAAAAAAADY/57g-Vnt8-sw/s1600-h/chirho+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WZfsl65PI/AAAAAAAAADY/57g-Vnt8-sw/s320/chirho+final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441924494572315890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next post will be sometime next month as I am working on a piece toget the two pieces linked. Untill next time remember to Tip your artists!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-6053680677807163425?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/6053680677807163425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=6053680677807163425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/6053680677807163425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/6053680677807163425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-aint-my-moms-i-got-hereoh-wait-you.html' title='You ain&apos;t my moms I got here...Oh wait you are my moms'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/S4WTQISYoUI/AAAAAAAAACo/TTykSeX0wbA/s72-c/Autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-2483705190445881103</id><published>2010-01-07T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:14:14.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awsome!</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeOXT_oMHKE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-2483705190445881103?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/2483705190445881103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=2483705190445881103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/2483705190445881103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/2483705190445881103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2010/01/awsome.html' title='Awsome!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-4161445961315901467</id><published>2009-08-29T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:33:29.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poochie McPoocherson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SpnIY2MhYHI/AAAAAAAAACg/4FGXFSNmwHo/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SpnIY2MhYHI/AAAAAAAAACg/4FGXFSNmwHo/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375547959433846898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A four month old Beagle/Dachshund mix (very much like this one) is waiting for me to pick her up at the pound. I have to wait till they spay her. So I should be picking her up on wed. I'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-4161445961315901467?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/4161445961315901467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=4161445961315901467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/4161445961315901467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/4161445961315901467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2009/08/poochie-mcpoocherson.html' title='Poochie McPoocherson'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SpnIY2MhYHI/AAAAAAAAACg/4FGXFSNmwHo/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-1861499861960401883</id><published>2009-08-18T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:06:46.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Money Money....MONEEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SotBzTSbXvI/AAAAAAAAACY/UVCQ9VUbDXA/s1600-h/huge_pile_of_cash.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SotBzTSbXvI/AAAAAAAAACY/UVCQ9VUbDXA/s320/huge_pile_of_cash.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371459330176147186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I am to receive over 15k for this school year in combined benefits. Life is looking good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-1861499861960401883?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/1861499861960401883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=1861499861960401883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/1861499861960401883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/1861499861960401883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2009/08/money-money-moneymoneeeee.html' title='Money Money Money....MONEEEEE'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SotBzTSbXvI/AAAAAAAAACY/UVCQ9VUbDXA/s72-c/huge_pile_of_cash.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-2887425074742157718</id><published>2009-07-18T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:59:48.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SmILR7im8mI/AAAAAAAAACI/XPHy6tzFEms/s1600-h/india-school-bus-tricycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SmILR7im8mI/AAAAAAAAACI/XPHy6tzFEms/s320/india-school-bus-tricycle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359858909192843874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The decision has finally been made. I will be returning to Lane Community College in the fall to attempt to finish my 2 year transfer degree. I know what you may be thinking. "But Ian, how will you accomplish such an Everest of tasks". Fear not my friends. I am well prepared to attend these elementary courses with much gusto and perseverance. I will be calm and assertive and dominate the classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SmINYUwqueI/AAAAAAAAACQ/etHNkbSpt0w/s1600-h/dog-whisperer-cesar-millan-300-032707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SmINYUwqueI/AAAAAAAAACQ/etHNkbSpt0w/s320/dog-whisperer-cesar-millan-300-032707.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359861218065168866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-2887425074742157718?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/2887425074742157718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=2887425074742157718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/2887425074742157718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/2887425074742157718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SmILR7im8mI/AAAAAAAAACI/XPHy6tzFEms/s72-c/india-school-bus-tricycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-7584015805780556146</id><published>2009-07-15T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:34:33.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Blame Willy Wonka!</title><content type='html'>For all the sugary delights that make children so dang energetic and crazy. After 6 days of trying to run a project and take care of 4 teenage boys I'm tired! With two of our three projects complete and the third one almost done it's hard to argue that God has worked powerfully in the Eugene/Springfield area this last week. The Mississippians (holy cow thats a word!) were really great to get to know. It's so nice to know that our denomination is actually a very strong one, and we get the privilege to be on the front lines,so to speak, of the work in the Northwest. One of the assistant pastors from First Pres and I hit it off really well. If the good Lord wills it I will go down to Mississippi and hang out with some of the crowd sometime this summer. I hope and pray that the work we did last week and the continuing work being done for Looking Glass will be greatly blessed by God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-7584015805780556146?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/7584015805780556146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=7584015805780556146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/7584015805780556146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/7584015805780556146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-blame-willy-wonka.html' title='I Blame Willy Wonka!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-8016695456802722858</id><published>2009-07-15T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:02:55.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green with Env</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/Sl5R8ekgfkI/AAAAAAAAACA/yFUNSuFxu4Y/s1600-h/env3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/Sl5R8ekgfkI/AAAAAAAAACA/yFUNSuFxu4Y/s320/env3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358810706057657922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or may not know I tend to bit a bit hard on my cell phones. And by a bit hard I mean using them as hammers and skateboards. So after breaking the screen on my sixth Env phone I went out and got the new version with a nice case to prevent me from grinding this phone up as well. So everyone pray that I will not destroy this one as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-8016695456802722858?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/8016695456802722858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=8016695456802722858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/8016695456802722858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/8016695456802722858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2009/07/green-with-env.html' title='Green with Env'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/Sl5R8ekgfkI/AAAAAAAAACA/yFUNSuFxu4Y/s72-c/env3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-1164550200806335055</id><published>2009-06-24T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:29:20.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Notice in Effect!</title><content type='html'>After melting my eyeballs watching Burn Notice episodes deep into the darkness on night I realized how much money changes hands in this show. Now i know what your thinking "it's just a tv show". Yes it is a show, but all stories are based in truth. I started to think. "Hey why can't I do something like this?" So I posted on Eug CL for a "problem solver" I think there is a ton of money to be made in this if it is marketed correctly. I'll keep you updated on the progress of this new venture, but I hope to be jumping out of windows whilst firing two guns in no time. So this should be pretty exciting. Lookout Walker Texas ranger here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-1164550200806335055?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/1164550200806335055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=1164550200806335055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/1164550200806335055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/1164550200806335055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2009/06/burn-notice-in-effect.html' title='Burn Notice in Effect!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-9116222207795512262</id><published>2009-06-21T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:30:10.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickens, Tents, and Opossums, OH MY!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday on the 13th our small groups got together to have a BBQ instead of meeting that week. So I decided to try the beer can chicken recipe that I saw in the Red guard the other week. What they didn't tell me is that if your grill isn't the perfect temp you will either have bloody raw chicken or charred remains that are reminiscent of a nuclear holocaust. Luckily I had some back up chicken and Anne, as usual, made some amazing mixtures of food items of pleasure unknown to us mere humans. I think of Anne as the Enterprise of cooking to go boldly where no man, or woman in this case, has gone before. The turnout was great and included my neighbors, Ron and Sally Hunt, My parents Boarder Micheal, and the two small groups. Jeremy kicked all our butts with his mad poker skills late into the evening right outside Bryce's door where he most likely dreamed of lollipops and pink kittens jumping over blue clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cooking area and fire barrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/Sj8Ou1W5xZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s1kgIY4NsD8/s1600-h/downsized_0613091652a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/Sj8Ou1W5xZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s1kgIY4NsD8/s320/downsized_0613091652a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350011080099349906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/Sj8Oi2CxR0I/AAAAAAAAABw/CjgdFjBrVEs/s1600-h/downsized_0613091652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/Sj8Oi2CxR0I/AAAAAAAAABw/CjgdFjBrVEs/s320/downsized_0613091652.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350010874124912450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chickens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/Sj8ONVQ84KI/AAAAAAAAABo/Bemv_2P2Iuc/s1600-h/0613091651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/Sj8ONVQ84KI/AAAAAAAAABo/Bemv_2P2Iuc/s320/0613091651.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350010504548769954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week on Thursday I decided to head out to the coast to try to clear my head and have some special Ian time. So I swaggered into the Drift Inn to catch a meal and a pitcher of Guinness. The waitress must have been a few sandwiches short of a picnic because she got reamed for serving me a pitcher. Which apparently is too much for one person. The ratatouille I think came from a Chef Boyardee can marked "Nasty Meat". And the chowder tasted like someone used the salmon as toilet paper before cooking it. I rolled out of the place and got back into my BMW to drive to my campsite. Arriving there I set up camp. What better way to have some special Ian time than to pack light so there will be no distractions. So all I had brought was a couple of books my sleeping bag and my bivy sack (waterproof sleeping bag). I settled down for the night into my bag like a baby kangaroo snuggling into his mommies silky soft pouch. After a half hour or so of being engrossed in a book I heard some rustling in the bushes behind me. So being aware of the Warning Bears!!! signs all over the place and the imminent danger of having my entrails strewn all over the other happy campers of the Cape Perpetua camp ground I shined my light over the the bushes and leveled the lawbringer ,my glock 19, just in time to see an opossum flying out of the underbrush at my face with deadly claws outstretched pointing at my eyeballs. Not having time to aim properly I pistol whipped the beast so hard that it changed course mid air and landed somewhere on the other side of me. At that point I decided that if even the small beasts of the forest were plotting to use my eye balls as appetizers that I should sleep in the car, and let them dine on other unsuspecting campers. Unfortunately the Germans didn't design the BMW to be a sleeper car so I spent most of the night attempting to create new contortionist positions in the back seat. After prying my kidney from under the passenger seat in the morning I went to a tall cliff over hanging the sea and spent a few hours thinking there. I decided that one night in the 5th ring of hell was enough so I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving home midday Friday I decided to head out to central Oregon with my dad to go camping with the scout troop he works with. This seemed to be a much more relaxing choice than being accosted by small forest animals. We headed out to Fort Rock campground and had a great time running around with the scouts, and no one lost any vital body parts due to fire accidents. My dad had also just purchased a tent that rivaled the Taj Mahal. It had an interesting set of poles that made a rigid door that you could open and close easily and locked with velcro. This tent is most assuredly the Cadillac of tents with all the bells and whistle. Having survived the onslaught of pointless discussion about how the end times are upon us with the rents of these kids I am now back at home about to nestle into my pillow top bed to finish The Dresden Flies season1 and start Burn Notice season2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-9116222207795512262?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/9116222207795512262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=9116222207795512262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/9116222207795512262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/9116222207795512262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2009/06/chickens-tents-and-opossums-oh-my.html' title='Chickens, Tents, and Opossums, OH MY!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/Sj8Ou1W5xZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s1kgIY4NsD8/s72-c/downsized_0613091652a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-8673293297111995929</id><published>2009-06-09T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:35:58.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine Country</title><content type='html'>Brielle and I went to a couple of the wineries around mcCrappville last Thursday. I enjoyed going into the tasting rooms the first one was nice considering the woman there didn't slap us and yell REDNECKS OUTA HERE! while sicking viscous wine attack cats on us. But we Jackie did have our back. Although we did lock her in the truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting thing of the day though was the tornado warnings, 60 mph winds, and rain the size of goat droppings. The rain promptly washed all the grass seed in a mile radius to my eye lids pushed it inside and then it flipped me the bird while riding off on a Harley with my ex-girlfriend. So we ran to a pharmacy were i begged the sweet lord for forgiveness for all my horrible, horrible sins. Luckily the Pharmacists had seen this before and knew that begging for the forgiveness meant, eyes drops and in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exciting weather also closed down Hwy 99 and canceling the festivities planned at Dobbs winery for the locals, which the Deppes had been invited to. Oh well I ended up back in Eugene to be greeted by all the projects that I am supposed to get done this week. Maybe those bastards that owe me money will pony up this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-8673293297111995929?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/8673293297111995929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=8673293297111995929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/8673293297111995929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/8673293297111995929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2009/06/wine-country.html' title='Wine Country'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-6630250448283774965</id><published>2009-04-19T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:18:08.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What more could you ask for?</title><content type='html'>Kids rockin out to Scottish Rock!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBcbDS5AGnk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-6630250448283774965?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/6630250448283774965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=6630250448283774965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/6630250448283774965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/6630250448283774965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-more-could-you-ask-for.html' title='What more could you ask for?'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-4271926010203598508</id><published>2009-03-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:04:18.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday hike</title><content type='html'>Umm yea I'm going on a hike for jessica bandstra's birthday. I better start early or get left in the dust!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-4271926010203598508?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/4271926010203598508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=4271926010203598508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/4271926010203598508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/4271926010203598508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-hike.html' title='Birthday hike'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-1990113820457031359</id><published>2008-11-30T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:54:04.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMMMM food</title><content type='html'>We had a lovley thanksgiving here at the Houston homestead. Tom and Dinah came along with Lane and Bryce. It was a great night full of good food and good company. Plus we sat and listened to my parents tell stories. I am looking forward to spending Christmas in San Diego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-1990113820457031359?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/1990113820457031359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=1990113820457031359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/1990113820457031359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/1990113820457031359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmmmmm-food.html' title='MMMMMM food'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-126936878980754243</id><published>2008-11-23T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:43:06.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an early Christmas</title><content type='html'>This weekend we celebrated Christmas as a family because we will all be going our own seperate ways for actual Christmas. It was really fun sharing lazy days stuffing our faces with fresh organic lamb and rice last night and other great foods and desserts. I got a sweet new radio for my car. It's actually Matt's old radio but its pretty nice. I gave steve a gift card to applebees, but I had him go on a quest to find some nunchucks and then smash an evil robot (Zultan) to get to it. Everyone loved it. We also went out to a tree farm for a tree. There we got to pet goats and feed pigs pumpkins. I am also happy to report I haven't played even one minute of video games since i quit wow as well. Ill talk more again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-126936878980754243?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/126936878980754243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=126936878980754243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/126936878980754243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/126936878980754243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-early-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s an early Christmas'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-2035480675227424710</id><published>2008-10-31T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:20:49.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of an era</title><content type='html'>Today I gave my World of Warcraft account away to one of my good friends online. It was a tough choice, but being with Alicia this past month made me realize what I have been missing out on. I am excited to get back into the dating world. I do miss Alicia we are meeting on saturday to talk about whatever it is that happened. Oh well I guess I will learn as much as I can and move on. I'm done being angry and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas when I go down to San Diego I will try to hook up with one of my WoW buddies and get a drink. It's always cool to finally meet people in real life. It's time also to use complete words in my typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the festivities tonight oh crap i gotta e-mail people directions... cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-2035480675227424710?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/2035480675227424710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=2035480675227424710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/2035480675227424710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/2035480675227424710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-era.html' title='The end of an era'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-2765856296160742287</id><published>2008-10-28T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:29:02.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bigger they are the harder they fall.</title><content type='html'>Last night I may have had one too many pitchers of gin and tonic. Why, you may ask yourself, did i have one too many or even why was I drinking gin and tonics from a pitcher?  It was my whirlwind romance, a hot item one minute and nothing the next, my all consuming desire, to being kicked to the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really mad at myself as well. Looking back the choices I made could have been better, but my lack of experience didn't really help me avoid some pitfalls. Honestly I am not even sure what the reasons were we did break up. I can only guess it was the things that we had previously disagreed on. I just really wish we could have worked together to solve our problems rather than run from them. I am mad at her too though.Breaking up with someone over text messages is not only cowardly, but also just plain disrespectful. At least have the pelotas to say it to my face. I will freely admit things I fuck up and then move on the least I could get is at least one last face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really done expressing myself or editing this but i thought i'd throw this up there as a notice at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-2765856296160742287?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/2765856296160742287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=2765856296160742287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/2765856296160742287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/2765856296160742287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/10/bigger-they-are-harder-they-fall.html' title='The bigger they are the harder they fall.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-4068561876944084942</id><published>2008-10-19T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:19:47.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord's day</title><content type='html'>Another nice day. We got to talk today about religion and what are beliefs are, and how we will deal with that kind of stuff. I am really glad we hashed out some serious stuff today and still like each other a lot. Also Simon came to church today so that was awesome. I'm looking forward to coming up for your party as well B face, but I think we will come up friday night and leave saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You get to see my ugly mug this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPwi6DpAjvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2Dg8oia6Cg/s1600-h/ian1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPwi6DpAjvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2Dg8oia6Cg/s320/ian1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259116845666963186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-4068561876944084942?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/4068561876944084942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=4068561876944084942' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/4068561876944084942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/4068561876944084942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/10/lords-day.html' title='The Lord&apos;s day'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPwi6DpAjvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2Dg8oia6Cg/s72-c/ian1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-6484496198803306805</id><published>2008-10-18T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:31:07.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day on the town.</title><content type='html'>So today we went out to breakfast at the ye olde pancake house. After that we headed down to the sat market. We went and saw Ashley and Lane at their different booths and walked around downtown a bit. Then we went back to my house and watched a movie and discovered each others favorite youtube videos. Gotta get up early to make sunday school in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy crap don't get her mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPqpv7BXpwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hztkvD-_WXQ/s1600-h/alicia4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPqpv7BXpwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hztkvD-_WXQ/s320/alicia4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258702155670857474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-6484496198803306805?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/6484496198803306805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=6484496198803306805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/6484496198803306805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/6484496198803306805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-on-town.html' title='A day on the town.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPqpv7BXpwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hztkvD-_WXQ/s72-c/alicia4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-1599139887812101476</id><published>2008-10-17T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:00:46.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truly righteous man attains life, but he who pursues evil goes to his death.</title><content type='html'>Pursuing righteous ways is difficult. I had a great talk with Parker and K2 today. We talked about what a man's job is in a relationship and other things of that nature. I feel really good about everything that is happening right now. It's like new life has sprung up inside me. I hope that we make the right choices over the next few weeks as we have been talking a lot about what we wanna accomplish in our relationship and where we wanna go with it. I have also found a re-invigorated relationship with God as well.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to skinner butte park and walked around the top looking at the city. Then we went to Steelheads and had a few drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPhGGPM5XyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-deQjcdEECc/s1600-h/alica3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPhGGPM5XyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-deQjcdEECc/s320/alica3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258029637928836898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-1599139887812101476?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/1599139887812101476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=1599139887812101476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/1599139887812101476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/1599139887812101476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/10/truly-righteous-man-attains-life-but-he.html' title='The truly righteous man attains life, but he who pursues evil goes to his death.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPhGGPM5XyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-deQjcdEECc/s72-c/alica3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-4974658871657011758</id><published>2008-10-16T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T02:27:24.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How Magnificent the Lord's plan is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPcFvH-8v9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/2nSERbYaj9M/s1600-h/alisha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPcFvH-8v9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/2nSERbYaj9M/s320/alisha2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257677397133410258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hit it off pretty well. It feels good to be wanted, finally. How does one express a feeling that one has never had before. I thought I had it all figured out. That my life would be a simple one left to my own devices I would still be sitting at home alone five years from now. I thought God had forgotten me, but this gift just goes to show how feeble and weak I am in my faith. Now comes the task of trying to wade through a different temptation. The desire to speed things up. The desire to FUBAR our chances with the trivial. I think now more than ever I see what we really should desire. To have real human connection that mirrors God's connection to us. He prepares us for perfection just like he prepared her and I over the course of our lives to now be here where we are.&lt;br /&gt;I am just glad she is so forward with her thoughts on things and our desire to remain honorable in our relationship. She is really cool. I'm sorry Brielle but your coolness is starting to be eclipsed. It's hard to explain how she is but I think I will still be discovering her for many more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come after tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-4974658871657011758?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/4974658871657011758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=4974658871657011758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/4974658871657011758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/4974658871657011758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-how-magnificent-lords-plan-is.html' title='Oh How Magnificent the Lord&apos;s plan is'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPcFvH-8v9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/2nSERbYaj9M/s72-c/alisha2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-5770677771622046032</id><published>2008-10-15T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:40:37.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a cloud</title><content type='html'>I may be posting too soon, but i met someone amazing and we have really hit it off. We are meeting tomorrow for a group/double type date and then going out on thursday alone. I will post updates as we go. Shit now i think i have to let her read this too. Actually I'm glad she will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this pic off her myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPWsZ249NGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3cXS42VpoHc/s1600-h/alisha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPWsZ249NGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3cXS42VpoHc/s320/alisha1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257297700256035938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-5770677771622046032?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/5770677771622046032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=5770677771622046032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/5770677771622046032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/5770677771622046032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-cloud.html' title='On a cloud'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SPWsZ249NGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3cXS42VpoHc/s72-c/alisha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-7583209971144813575</id><published>2008-09-07T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:38:44.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exodus</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while since I posted, I know, shut up. The Deppes moved to McMinville, too bad that town is far away :(  Steve and Holli moved to Portland to live in an apartment high in the sky.  I am moving again, to where, I don't know. Temporarily I will be residing in the Deppe's silver villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on my first date yesterday morning in 3 or 4 years. I kinda lost count. Oddly enough She was someone locally famous. A new reporter from Kval 13 Molly Blancett. She seems pretty awesome so far I hope I don't fuck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working nights right now for a plumbing company doing a safeway remodel right now. I am praying I find something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-7583209971144813575?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/7583209971144813575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=7583209971144813575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/7583209971144813575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/7583209971144813575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/09/exodus.html' title='The Exodus'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-250045555522268518</id><published>2008-04-04T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:18:51.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway to Hell (or in this case, from)</title><content type='html'>So after another few days in Sadras I don't have a whole lot to report. But I can tell you that Buck (a guy who works for us) has earned the name Drama for obvious reasons. Drama also Couldn't catch a slug in a salt pit if he had rockets on his shoes. I swear he is the slowest driver I have ever seen. Sadras to Sisters is 45.5 miles and it took us 1 hour to get there. Needless to say I was just about to pull my hair out. Especially since I had finals later that day. After Sisters I took over driving to Springfield, 103 miles, and it took us 1 hour 30 mins to get there. That's an average of 68.6 mph for me and 45.5 mph for Drama. So our trip would have taken 3 hours 26 mins if Drama drove the whole way. And 2 hours 16 mins if I drove the whole way. Of course I could have shaved off about 15 mins if not for the traffic. I'm sorry for all the math but I am a huge supporter of raising the speed limit on the Oregon highways. So hah read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because last summer was maybe the best summer of my life I am seriously looking forward to this summer. Although Stephen, Holli, B, and the Mattfrodisiac will be gone I think  we can still have a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-250045555522268518?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/250045555522268518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=250045555522268518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/250045555522268518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/250045555522268518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/04/highway-to-hell-or-in-this-case-from.html' title='Highway to Hell (or in this case, from)'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-1207817383017079162</id><published>2008-04-01T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:43:25.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More to come</title><content type='html'>I am waiting for the ccompletion of the job in Sadras to finish my "Dante's" post, but in the mean time I have been super sicck this weekend. Just think of the worst cold you have ever had and then combine that with the worst cough you have ever had and thats what I had. Besides that not alot has been going on. Although I did miss out on what is usually the highlight of my year, Whicch is the Mexicco trip due to scchool scheduals. Anway more to cocme soon as the Sadras job will draw to a close in the next two weeks or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-1207817383017079162?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/1207817383017079162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=1207817383017079162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/1207817383017079162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/1207817383017079162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-to-come.html' title='More to come'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-7310589076819525145</id><published>2008-03-25T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:38:55.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante's Seventh ring of hell revisited.</title><content type='html'>I roll out of bed, still hazy with exhaustion, I open the door and step out into the Mountain View Trailer Park. My clothes are in different stages of cleanliness, and I think I forgot to shower last night. No matter these laid back country folk wouldn't notice anyway. I spew gravel out behind my tuck as I pull onto a redneck backwoods highway. Only a few miles to work stuck behind some knob job going ten miles an hour under under the speed limit. I arrive at the slaughterhouse of a grocery store to find that their "low price gasoline" is going to push back that root canal I need for another few months. The electricians are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminicant&lt;/span&gt; of rats, not only in their looks, which were like tiny hideous rodents trying to squeeze out a pellet, but their demenor as well, huddling in corners giggling with each other. The refrigeration guy , who looks like he might be a retired clown, starts out all his complaints with "Hey I'm not trying to bitch here, but...". The Superintendant Couldn't fight his way out of a burning paper bag with an ocean of water. He is rolled over by the other tradesmen there like a high school floozy by the football team. Then decides that to make himself look like he might have some small amount of control over the myriad of failure that is this job he takes outhis frusterations on me. Thats ok though I'm only sitting on the edge of a pit, which the edge's are ringed with cold partially dried grease from the "gourmet wok" which also is ringed with an inch of grease, digging through sandstone until my hands bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-7310589076819525145?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/7310589076819525145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=7310589076819525145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/7310589076819525145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/7310589076819525145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/03/dantes-seventh-ring-of-hell-revisited.html' title='Dante&apos;s Seventh ring of hell revisited.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-3374566655474539826</id><published>2008-03-14T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T05:50:08.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadras, Netflix, Deppe's, and Flippen cars</title><content type='html'>So we have been traveling from eugene to madras to work the graveyard at a safeway, remodiling it. The job kinda sucks but we are getting close to done. The electricians on the jobs are assholes, the superintendant is an idiot, and everyone else is somewhere in between. Except for the temp workers there working for the general contractor which is kinda wierd. So Frankie has dubbed Madras now as Sadras becuase it makes us :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a member of netflix for a while now and i am loving it. I am watching a series right now called the up series. It follows some children from England at the age 0f 7 and then again at 14,21,28  etc... I'm on 35 right now i'll watch it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deppes are moving to portland= bad for us, good for them. I am gonna miss them. I'm glad its not too far though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also joined the club of idiots who have rolled their cars. Although in my case I rolled Stephen's toyota truck up on the Santiam pass. It was pretty amazing I have never been in a really bad accident before so I was pretty shaken up for most of the day. The funny thing is i remember thinking shit steve is gonna be pissed as i was hanging upside down.  Then i called him  like 30 seconds after the accident and was like yea i'm fine but i totalled your truck.  I also thought about trying to flip it over, as it was on its side, and try to continue driving. Anyway my life has been interesting lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-3374566655474539826?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/3374566655474539826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=3374566655474539826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/3374566655474539826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/3374566655474539826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/03/sadras-netflix-deppes-and-flippen-cars.html' title='Sadras, Netflix, Deppe&apos;s, and Flippen cars'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-7021015677081835867</id><published>2008-02-17T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:41:51.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker nights</title><content type='html'>Our memorable moments of the summer was the multiple river trips we took in small inflatable boats and matresses. All the while downing large amounts of beer and riding the rapids. But so far our memorable moments of winter is the poker nights over at Luke's place. I once again took money from everyone at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gearing up for our first Mexico trip on our own. As it nears I am getting more and more excited. I hope that this year we can accomplish the things that we felt were lacking from previous trips. BTW send money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-7021015677081835867?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/7021015677081835867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=7021015677081835867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/7021015677081835867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/7021015677081835867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/02/poker-nights.html' title='Poker nights'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-755127653062677099</id><published>2008-02-13T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:26:33.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployed</title><content type='html'>So being unemployed really frees up a lot of time. We all got laid off for a month so I am trying to figure out how to fill up my time. Mostly with an online risk like game called conquer club. My user name is Ho_Chi_Min so i like to talk a lot about how "we" are the only ones who have beaten the Americans in war. It really ticks people off. On the other hand my parents offered to make my truck payment if i would work the amount of hours that it would take to make that much at my job at their house. So that was quite genereous.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i cooked a whole pack of bacon and proceeded to eat it over the course of the day. It makes me feel dirty inside. :(  I also have been staying up till 3 in the morning and not getting up till noon. This has been rally messing with my internal clock so i gotta stop it. You tube has become a good friend of mine. I also caught myself in tears watching romantic comedies from netflix. I am not sure what i'm morphing into but i doubt it will be a butterfly on the other side of this cocoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-755127653062677099?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/755127653062677099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=755127653062677099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/755127653062677099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/755127653062677099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2008/02/unemployed.html' title='Unemployed'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-8888982903386765416</id><published>2007-10-06T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:32:17.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea</title><content type='html'>so someone came to visit recently that lives out of the country and told me that i need to start posting again. The original coolness of my blog kinda wore off a while ago but I guess it's time to start again for those of you that do check out my blog. Sorry it took so long at least im not all that interesting. I'll catch you up later on whats going on at the moment in my life Right now i'm going to a party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-8888982903386765416?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/8888982903386765416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=8888982903386765416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/8888982903386765416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/8888982903386765416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2007/10/yea.html' title='Yea'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-348847095777420095</id><published>2007-09-01T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:02:56.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cool you tube stuff</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJWkmm6bXXU&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHUuqsSCn5g&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these guys are pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-348847095777420095?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/348847095777420095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=348847095777420095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/348847095777420095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/348847095777420095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2007/09/cool-you-tube-stuff.html' title='cool you tube stuff'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-117573968096361188</id><published>2007-04-04T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:21:20.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico</title><content type='html'>Was basically awesome. Tacos + Sangria = Crazy delicous, and also what became known on this trip as "mud butt". This trip went off pretty smooth. Showed up, built some houses, pissed off some Quakers, you know... the usual. Ashley came and that made me super happy. Simon came and it was cool too, but Ashley is prettier. I also am super happy right now working for steve and his plumbing company. I'm looking forward to moving in with some friends soon... sooner hopefully than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm starting to get the traveling itch again. I was thinking the other day what is stopping me from just leaving and heading off to europe somewhere and being a hobo for a while. Not much especially considering i am approaching the debt free mark which would be super sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well besides all that bull crap not a whole lot is goin on. Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-117573968096361188?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/117573968096361188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=117573968096361188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/117573968096361188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/117573968096361188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2007/04/mexico.html' title='Mexico'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-116745168070668956</id><published>2006-12-29T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:08:00.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet!</title><content type='html'>Tommorow is the big day. We are moving all the big furnature and stuff at my aunt's house in SF. The best part about being here tommorow is my uncle Alan is coming! He is really cool I can't wait to have him come. I also can't wait to get back to E-town for B's party. I'm bringing melina as my date. ;p Anyway it should be really fun provided I dont mess up my suit too much as I'm wearing it to the party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-116745168070668956?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/116745168070668956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=116745168070668956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116745168070668956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116745168070668956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/12/sweet.html' title='Sweet!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-116738172786714294</id><published>2006-12-29T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:42:07.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Me!</title><content type='html'>It sucks when you check your blog and no one has responded to it. Yet then again i bet it sucks to check out my blog and see I have not written anything latley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Things&lt;br /&gt;1. what the hell is growing on my piecring I scraped the top of it and it bled all over the place. When i get home I'm gonna fingernail clip it of and cauderize it. That outa look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;2. Not looking forward to driving back to Eugene. I am not a fan of long commutes when they don't involve "crazy" road trip attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hmm not really all that much to report really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things&lt;br /&gt;1. (very good) Went to In and Out burger tonight and had an awesome burger and fries animal style and topped it off with some krispy kreme donuts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Finally decided to quit chewing tobacco (great a new year's resolution)&lt;br /&gt;3. Looking forward to New years eve party at Ashles house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm down here in San Fran helping my Aunt move to a town house. It's going pretty good but it reminds me of why I don't like Cali and why I love Oregon. Even with all our hippies, dope fiends, and crazies I still prefer it to anywhere else I have been in the world. Maybe its my family maybe its my church or maybe its just the nuts  in Eugene but I love living in Oregon. I decided that I need to check into a few things and then get my ass into gear and get going on starting a brewery. I know I will love it and I think I can go far doin something I love. Bah I'm going to bed it's friggen hot down here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-116738172786714294?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/116738172786714294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=116738172786714294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116738172786714294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116738172786714294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/12/read-me.html' title='Read Me!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-116708701150092846</id><published>2006-12-25T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:50:11.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeay</title><content type='html'>Yeay it's christmas. One of my favorite days of the year, and yes partly because there is a 007 james bond marathon going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool gifts:&lt;br /&gt;1. Uber flashlight from DAD&lt;br /&gt;2. An awesome pearing knife (Global) from Steve and Holli&lt;br /&gt;3. Some cool books from MOM&lt;br /&gt;4. Another pretty cool knife from DAD that looks like its used in kligon rituals, but apearantly its a traditional knife from alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am back in Eugene now looking for work. After new years i'll be working at Indigo again but this time in the kitchen. I am going to San Fran tomorrow to help my aunt move and visit her for the holiday. I'm looking forward to hangin with my cousin kate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Still having a cough from a nasty cold I got on wed and persisted till today.&lt;br /&gt;2. RAN OUT OF EGG NOGG NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Oh wheew found some in the back of the fridge!&lt;br /&gt;3. Jackie is goin haywire today I think she is just excited that I gave her a bunch of bacon and honey baked ham bits. Unfortunatly I found out this morning that she isn't aloud to have pork. (I didn't know jackie was jewish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I started a journal too now it's kinda cool now I can write all the stuff I wanna say that is too juicy for the internet! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-116708701150092846?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/116708701150092846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=116708701150092846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116708701150092846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116708701150092846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/12/yeay.html' title='Yeay'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-116302646861484235</id><published>2006-11-08T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:54:28.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recall the vote!</title><content type='html'>Well if the vote didnt go so horribly to the left by huge amounts of votes i woul feel bad for forgeting to vote. But damn i wasn't to happy missing the vote. I left my ballot in Eugene and asked steve to "send" it in for me. But i went to the market on the way home last night and they were having a CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION yeay!!!!! So i completely forgot to call steve i was too busy sampling hearty winter brews, creamy delicous cheeses and meats, ice creams, cakes, and of course EGG NOG yeay!!!!!!!!!! i&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am already dreading the 2008 presidential election. I think i will puke my guts out and shoot myself in the head if hilary gets elected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 of the day:&lt;br /&gt;1. EGG NOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. I didnt get completly soaked to the bone and have to work outside.&lt;br /&gt;3.  got up 5 mins before i had to be at work&lt;br /&gt;4. day dreaming about getting married&lt;br /&gt;5. SPAGETTI AND MEATBALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low 5 of the day:&lt;br /&gt;1. got up 5 mins before i had to be at work&lt;br /&gt;2. missing breakfast becuase of it&lt;br /&gt;3. stabbing myself in the hand with a screwdriver&lt;br /&gt;4. hitting my head on the top of the inside of the van becuase it is about 5 inches to low 500,000 times&lt;br /&gt;5. smelling my wet shoes from monday when i was soaked to the bone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-116302646861484235?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/116302646861484235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=116302646861484235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116302646861484235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116302646861484235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/11/recall-vote.html' title='Recall the vote!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-116130243449828162</id><published>2006-10-19T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:00:34.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>dont you hate it when you are really pissed at someone but are afraid to tell them what they are doing is pissing you off becuase you are non confrontational and they are a friend. I'm in that spot right now. I think i will just have to wait till I can get out of the situation im in to get away from this person and try to confront them as easy as possible. I used to hate living alone now i relish the idea of returning to the solitary comfort of my own apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way things are going well  but my top disapointment of the day has to be finding out B's party isnt until next weekend.  I WANNA PARTY NOW!!!!!!!!  Oh well i'll have to make due with pulling lint out of my navel and sighing alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know where I can pick up a girlfriend at?&lt;br /&gt;It seems that all the girls i meet are either married or not what im looking for. And by "not what im looking for" i mean girls that are not christian mostly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-116130243449828162?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/116130243449828162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=116130243449828162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116130243449828162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116130243449828162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/10/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-116072802799978724</id><published>2006-10-13T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:27:08.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akward!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>so today im working at this house in a nice neighborhood and i walk up stairs to get something from my van and the woman who was there with her kids asks me something as im walking by. So i walk into the living room and she is sitting on the couch breast feeding her baby with no attempt to cover up. Can you AKWARD. Apearantly she had roots in the spanish inquisition becuase it seemed like an eterantity of looking anywhere but at her. Anyway i have another halfday there but at least i wont be alone. Im going camping this weekend so that makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-116072802799978724?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/116072802799978724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=116072802799978724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116072802799978724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116072802799978724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/10/akward.html' title='Akward!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-116063274001050931</id><published>2006-10-11T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:59:00.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>It seems the longer you go without writing the easier it is not to write anything at all. So anywho its time to catch up. I was working at the bar and quit to come work up in portland at a construstion company that a friend owns. Everything has been going really well and im catching up on my bills which is nice. i still drive my pos ford escort though im thinking ill fix it well enough to drive to mexico and then cut the top off and drive it around for the mexico trip and then give it away.&lt;br /&gt;So now that im caught all up ill post more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-116063274001050931?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/116063274001050931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=116063274001050931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116063274001050931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/116063274001050931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-114780725270193917</id><published>2006-05-16T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:20:52.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't dance then your no friend of mine.</title><content type='html'>So currently I work at a bar downtown called The Indigo District. It is pretty awesome at first i was working the floor walking around picking up glasses and delivering food to tables. As of today I am the new door man. Kinda sweet To have the power over the door. I'll have to wear a suit and sunglasses every night or a sparkly silver shirt. The crew i work with is pretty cool but also like the worlds bigest posers. They all dress trendy or like punks but they all have hip hop on thier ipods and are always talking about the cool music played there on the weekends unless of course I start talking about how the 80's rock or some cool punk music *cough* the fakers *cough*. Wwll not all of them are like that but the are all Eugeneites to be sure. The boss is pretty cool I think that he doesn't actually like hip hop and he only plays it to atract the money from the college crowd. In fact on more than one occasion he berates his customers (as he is also the DJ) for liking hip hop. Like I said he's pretty cool. Oh well i'll try to keep up more often on my blog but as my life is boring and uneventful it can be tough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-114780725270193917?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/114780725270193917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=114780725270193917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/114780725270193917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/114780725270193917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-you-dont-dance-then-your-no-friend.html' title='If you don&apos;t dance then your no friend of mine.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-114780670201117051</id><published>2006-05-16T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:11:42.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We must dance like children of the night (or at least try)</title><content type='html'>Stephan and holli's wedding was a real blast. The reception was at the vets club in Eugene and it was packed in our reception hall and the one below us was packed with rugby players and the bar downstairs was as well. Besides almost desecrating the bartender and the caterer with feces for thier incompitance I had a good time. The bartender ordered the wrong beer and the caterer ran out of punch and it took them half a friggen hour to make more which also quickly ran out and then there was no more. Not to mention that i was sitting at the head table and was served LAST. Now don't get me wrong I'm not being selfish here just showing the mental retardation of the caterer. So being served last we didn't get mashed potatoes or rice with our dinners and we got a tiny piece of meat each. Now I don't know about you but I think serveing the head table with the best stuff first and then the parents would be my highest priorit as a caterer. They are going to be the only people who might wait outside your work for you and smash your face for a bad job.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooo we ad a really fun time dancing (badly) And at the end of the night encircling Stephan and holli with our arms linked dancing around them and singing to coldplay's yellow as they danced. Cheesey you say? Well maybe but at least we had fun doing it. The only other cool thing was that some of the rugby players from downstairs crashed our party so afterwards we went down to their party and started eating thier cake and dancing down there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-114780670201117051?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/114780670201117051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=114780670201117051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/114780670201117051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/114780670201117051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-must-dance-like-children-of-night.html' title='We must dance like children of the night (or at least try)'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-114447769990908163</id><published>2006-04-07T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:02:01.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You ripped my heart out and played badminton with it.</title><content type='html'>I guess it's time i post. I should start out on the friday before we left for mexico. I went to the church to help B pack up and get off on the trip. That day i put in my 2 gauge plugs and it hurt like hell. over the next few days they fell out from bad rubberbands. at one point shoving them back in i cut the skin on my left earlobe it wasnt going to heal so i had to put in my 10 guage rings again they are fine now. anywhoo two days before we left we were there at the church again packing gear. And the girl that I had asked out a few months ago was there (yes she sot me down). that sucked. So next on our delicously long and boring ride down to mexico I almost killed one of the leaders of the trip. One leader had asked me to build a box on the back of a trailer and then a second leader kept telling me how i needed to do this or that. I just about punched him in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Long boring trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip forward to mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mexico was really fun this year. Smitty and Paco came! Two cool guys from La Grande Oregon. La grande = hickville USA. Garret and I headed up one of the houses like we have for the last three years. He is a really cool guy and his wife hiedi is really cool too. They have moved from La Grande to salem so they are now closer to Eugene and thats cool.&lt;br /&gt;This year Paco and Levi have joined the dos Pollos club. Down in mexico there is a resturant there that serves chicken by the 1/4, 1/2,  whole, and two. 1/4 of a chicken is plenty for one person. Two is absolutly insane. Last year I started the dos pollos club becuase the diez tacos place closed. Your lower intestines will never forgive you if you join the dos pollos club.&lt;br /&gt;Actually besides a blown tire on the way back this year it was pretty uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so you don't burn your eyes out and for commentation purposes ill split up my catching up posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-114447769990908163?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/114447769990908163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=114447769990908163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/114447769990908163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/114447769990908163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-ripped-my-heart-out-and-played.html' title='You ripped my heart out and played badminton with it.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-114312488607108768</id><published>2006-03-23T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T06:41:26.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Boys Like Meex-e-ko!?</title><content type='html'>In a few hours from now i will board a overfilled bus with a bunch of teenagers bound for mexico. Wish me luck! :ots of stuff to write i promise when i get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-114312488607108768?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/114312488607108768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=114312488607108768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/114312488607108768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/114312488607108768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-boys-like-meex-e-ko.html' title='You Boys Like Meex-e-ko!?'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-114162410427752233</id><published>2006-03-05T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:48:24.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you and you have to like it.</title><content type='html'>I hate writing after not doing so for so long even though i really had nothing to write about. Last night we had a pretty big dinner at our house where all our friends came over. B and I cooked a tasty dinner (I thought) of lemon chicken and rice with bacon wrapped asperagas for appitizers and a salad. It was really fun. After that I went to a German party. Yes really. It was a bunch of college students from Germany on an exchange program trowing it. I have actually been  to one of their patries before and it was kinda fun. But this party was a little weird. It was hard to put my finger on what untill one of the German guys did a Hitler style salute and said zieg hiel. My friend assured me that they were mocking Ceasar which I didn't quite understand but never the less I thought it was a good time to leave before they started to look for people to burn. The best part of the night though was that I spent about an hour witnessing to a guy on the smoking porch. I hope my lungs will forgive me but I have not smoked that many Lucky Strikes in a long time. Oh well things are going a bit crazy here at the end f this semester so Im off to finish some super exciting human relations homework. Oh Boy!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-114162410427752233?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/114162410427752233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=114162410427752233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/114162410427752233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/114162410427752233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-you-and-you-have-to-like-it.html' title='I hate you and you have to like it.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-114014935363693861</id><published>2006-02-16T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:09:13.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring? You could say that.</title><content type='html'>Well to say my life has been uneventful would be a serious understatement. My life consists mostly of homework attending RUF meetings and video games. I wish Capt Rueby was here so we could go hang out at the old vets bar and compare fake war stories with WWII vets. The ol' Deppster seems to be having fun being a workin stiff. I keep prodding him with hot pokers to post on his blog, but hes like a hardend Iraqi Kurd under Saddam, this egg won't crack! Napoleans doing well. He seems to be adapting well to being a pirate sidekick. I think someday he will apply to be a superhero's sidekick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-114014935363693861?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/114014935363693861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=114014935363693861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/114014935363693861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/114014935363693861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/02/boring-you-could-say-that.html' title='Boring? You could say that.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113930962598100815</id><published>2006-02-07T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T02:53:45.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoza Whatsit</title><content type='html'>Dear readers of my blog&lt;br /&gt;Please do not take any offense to what I write here as it is a place for me to vent and be silly. Alot of what I write here is not in all seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Manflesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113930962598100815?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113930962598100815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113930962598100815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113930962598100815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113930962598100815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/02/whoza-whatsit.html' title='Whoza Whatsit'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113849007335897197</id><published>2006-01-28T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T15:14:33.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I think about you I touch myself</title><content type='html'>If you have ever been single for a long period of time you will understand what i am talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113849007335897197?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113849007335897197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113849007335897197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113849007335897197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113849007335897197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-i-think-about-you-i-touch-myself.html' title='When I think about you I touch myself'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113848899614563855</id><published>2006-01-28T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:56:36.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just imagine hell........OK now imagine that times 10</title><content type='html'>Well After moving a quiz to thursday rushing around to get all the gear i needed and packing for the trip I got to bed thurs night at 2 a.m. I then got up at 4 a.m. and we drove downtown to tranfer our gear into a van filled with exchange students from germany, france, and england. After packing and repacking the van we finally start to drive out of town at 5:30  a.m. One nice thing about the trip, a van full of hot female exchange students is not all bad.&lt;br /&gt;Finally after stoping for bathroom, coffee, bathroom, bathroom, bath....(ok a van full of girls is maybe not a good thing) we get to a very crouded Mt. Batchloer. It's free ski day if you bring three cans. Which Dave (the only other american with us) bought out all the stores around town of creamed corn. OK so now i'm stoked becuase I have a snowboard, im at the mountain for free and ready to get it on. So we head up to the top of the easy runs. But some of the tracks are not easyone's and they are not so clearly marked. So somehow I got onto a run called cliffhanger. I kept thinking in between heavy breaths (becuase i can barley stay on my feet its so damn steep) That even Stallone couldn't pull this off. So now that im off on my own I finally start to kinda get the hang of it. But I miscalculated a bump in the run. So as I went airborne I started to think why they hell am i even out here i hate skiing. It was interesting to see the ground come rushing up to your face right before you hit it. Luckily my butt was frozen solidly shut or when i folded over backwards i think my ass might have enveloped my head. (I wonder if i could get into the book of world records) As my spine springboarded my body back into the air I went flying a few more feet down the hill landing on my tailbone. For a few seconds I couldn't move my legs. I thought well at least maybe those hot french chicks will feel some sympathay for me. I must have been in shock becuase i just kind of slid down the hill on my face for about 2 mins. After getting up and walking down the hill I found out that, surprise surprise, I was at the wrong lodge. So Just having a near death experience I decided to walk down the ICY highway to the next lodge. So after two near death experiences I made it back to the lodge we had parked at. I decided that some of the lovley lodge chili would be great. Don't believe them even though it says hot delicious chili on the sign what it really means is we just opened this can of really crappy chili without heating it and are now serving it to you in a stale bread bowl. I felt like I was in Stalig 17 or something eating meager rations almost freezing to death becuase I happened to forget my snowpants and had to snowboard in jeans.&lt;br /&gt;OK now finally back into the van we set off to Eugene. I don't know who told the german guy to drive , but even being from germany apearantly he has never heard of the autobahn. Even though the highway was well posted with 60mph signs we averaged 40mph. Not to mention I think he has never grasped the concept of coasting. Anyway finally reaching home I sunk myself into the hot tub and then went to bed and watched season 2 of lost untill 4 a.m. So now im taking myself back to bed just glad to finally be done with one hell of a friday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113848899614563855?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113848899614563855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113848899614563855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113848899614563855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113848899614563855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-imagine-hellok-now-imagine-that.html' title='Just imagine hell........OK now imagine that times 10'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113808722383138980</id><published>2006-01-23T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:20:23.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF Mates</title><content type='html'>I really hate trying  to discuss something with someone but they just dismiss you like you dont matter.&lt;br /&gt;eg.&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Well I think this."&lt;br /&gt;Person says, "Well I think your wrong and I am not willing to discuss it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rude is that? I feel like they just told me that I can go shove my view up a quackbert's butt. (sorry quackbert)I mean really would it be that hard to say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person says, "Well I don't agree with you becuase of this. Maybe we will just have to agree to disagree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning if you don't talk to me like I'm a Man with valid views and opinions then you are an asshole. Maybe I'm just sensative lately but I feel like I get alot of;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha Ha Ian your so funny" and "Whatever Ian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like accidently holding people's faces in the deep fryer at McDonalds untill thier faces are little chicken nuggets. On the other hand I think there is laws against that. Maybe my life is acually a TV show like that Truman Show movie that was on a few years ago. If that is true more than one person is getting a serious ass whooping. Becuase if it is true then its one of those sick shows where they see how far they can push someone untill they break. At least I will be rich and famous when I find out it's all a charade. Maybe I can finally realize my dream of being a "well paid rich person".&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are all part of a big TV show that is being watched by an omnipetant being that feels sorry for us. Oh wait we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good news I picked up a guitar again and I seem to remember alot more about playing than I thought I did.  Over the last few days I have gotten some really awesome direction from a few different people. I almost have my first song down prett well although it only consists of three frets I think I'm doing well for three days of self teaching. I hope by next tuesday I can play a few songs for RUF (the reformed version of Campus Crusade). Although my fingers feel like they are going to blow out the end and I'll just have little bony nubs to play guitar with. Rueby is partialy to thank for my picking back up of the guitar. Thanks little buddy. I hope that someday we can jam together, even though that will be a while for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite band (right after the Fakers of course) is Death Cab. What a sweet band. I have yet to listen to thier lyrics earnestly, but what I have heard so far is delightful. Ok I have to go to bed I have to get up early to finish a crappy essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113808722383138980?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113808722383138980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113808722383138980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113808722383138980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113808722383138980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/01/wtf-mates.html' title='WTF Mates'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113808512207167949</id><published>2006-01-23T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:45:22.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way I stole the top 10 idea from Rueby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113808512207167949?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113808512207167949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113808512207167949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113808512207167949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113808512207167949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/01/by-way-i-stole-top-10-idea-from-rueby.html' title=''/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113779849636693543</id><published>2006-01-20T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T15:08:16.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10</title><content type='html'>Top 10 Things I love&lt;br /&gt;1. smoking pipes on the porch, drinking Guinness&lt;br /&gt;2. music (in general)&lt;br /&gt;3. listening to a particularly moving sermon&lt;br /&gt;4. a good movie&lt;br /&gt;5. a good book&lt;br /&gt;6. getting crazy ad running around yelling manflesh, your scent is weak, and then trying to weigh it all out&lt;br /&gt;7. tasting new beers and wines&lt;br /&gt;8. computers&lt;br /&gt;9. sitting around and having  nothing good to do (this only works when there is acually nothing to do wich is never)&lt;br /&gt;10. pooping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things I hate&lt;br /&gt;1. people who cut in line&lt;br /&gt;2. people who drive&lt;br /&gt;3. people who make those damn pop ups&lt;br /&gt;4. people who think they are cool, but really are losers themselves aka Britny Spears syndrome&lt;br /&gt;5. people who think abortion has nothing to do with the babies&lt;br /&gt;6. people who vote for more taxes&lt;br /&gt;7. people who think commercial music is cool&lt;br /&gt;8. people who talk behind your back&lt;br /&gt;9. computers&lt;br /&gt;10. basically most people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things I wish I could do&lt;br /&gt;1. Play guitar&lt;br /&gt;2. fly&lt;br /&gt;3. poop gold bars&lt;br /&gt;4. take the rest of my life off and travel the world studying history and relaxing on remote beaches&lt;br /&gt;5. bitch slap people who are dumb&lt;br /&gt;6. get things from the internet that i order when they say they will deliver them not two years later&lt;br /&gt;7. be telepathic&lt;br /&gt;8. be a cage fighter&lt;br /&gt;9. finally get my music organized on my computer&lt;br /&gt;10. make it rain whenever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Things I will do if there is no change&lt;br /&gt;1. assasinate Saddam if they don't convict him soon&lt;br /&gt;2. say "hi! I hate you" to every dirty pirate hooker I meet if they don't start not being dumb.&lt;br /&gt;3. start making out with random chicks I meet untill I finally find a wife&lt;br /&gt;4. beat the crap out of Dr. Luara the next time she says "it's all mens fualt" try telling those idiots who call you to break up and not get involved with abusive men. DUUUUUHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;5. strangle the parents of the kids who like to dance around in the back of the sanctuary during chuch yelling "I gotta go pee" and " but I dont wanna!"&lt;br /&gt;6. bitch slap people who chew with thier mouths open&lt;br /&gt;7. Get a job in a mexican, western union so I can finally get back some of that money that those illegal aliens are stealing from hard working Americans&lt;br /&gt;8. Blow up the company headquarters  of companies that send american jobs to china and india&lt;br /&gt;9. pee in the wheaties of anyone who says they don't like my top 10 list&lt;br /&gt;10. start working out untill they invent a "get super cut" pill that you eat once and suddenly become arnold (crazy accent and all)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113779849636693543?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113779849636693543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113779849636693543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113779849636693543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113779849636693543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/01/top-10.html' title='Top 10'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113770097438743686</id><published>2006-01-19T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:02:54.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No News!</title><content type='html'>I hate waiting for an e-mail. By about the fifth time I check my e-mail in one day I start to think I am a big loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are going well. I also got out of Gestapo boy's class and got into WR122 with a cool teracher. Besides that just attending RUF, and getting to know Arcade Fire better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find it slightly amusing that on Lars Larsons website that you can pay 60 bucks a month to be able to e-mail him "anytime you want even in the middle of the night. He won't mind". Bull crap! I'll bet He is Pissed when he has to get up at  two a.m. to reply to an e-mail of some fan. Oh you can also get a link to your blog on his website. Don't get me wrong I love Lars Larson, but please if you think that he "doesn't mind" getting your e-mails at two a.m. in the morning your just an idiot. Some times I wish I was a radio personality. Something like a combination of Lars Larson's enthusiasm and values, Alice Cooper's Brashness, and Phil Hendry's crazy voices. I would spend my whole show making fun of political statements by the left. Especially by Hillary, Gore, Jackson, Kennedy, and my new favorite Ray Nagin. I mean seriously what kind of an idiot tells everyone in the nation that they are racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I must return to writing homework, just thought I'd muse on some of my future plans of world domination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113770097438743686?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113770097438743686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113770097438743686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113770097438743686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113770097438743686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-news.html' title='No News!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113744498570411624</id><published>2006-01-16T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:56:25.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes see only high terrain</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to invent a keyboard that picks up your brainwaves so you can just think instead of typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So First off the batchleors/ batchleorettes party was sweet I think everyone had a good time especially matt so thats good. I was really happy cuz Ruby came out the night before and we stayed up till like 4 am drinking and talking about deep thoughts.  It was like a non-stop party for 5 days strait.  The rehersal dinner went pretty good, but what the hell was up with those nasty pears? I think I stole a bottle of wine from every event. Matt was at least a little bit stressed on the big day, but we tried to give him alot of space, we plan on kickin his ass later.  The wedding ceramony seemed to go well except maybe for the searing pain in my back and knees. I think i'm either out of shape or civilian life is making me soft, becuase it felt like i had little evil gnomes cinching up c-clamps on my knees and two more where kidney punching me and talking crap about my mom. OK maybe not that bad, but never the less it was a little long it seemed. I happy that B and Matt liked it though. The cake reception was packed I could barly move across the room becuase everyone wanted to talk to me, but the cake was really good. We then ran home for pictures where my aunt insisted to have her mini-me dog in the wedding pictures.  I had to run Bab Taaylor off to the airport, but then we went to the reception. The reception was awesome although I had to sit next to matt's crazy sister (just kidding Sarah). Rueby was an awesome MC I'm gonna fly him out for my wedding so he can MC it. "weigh it out weigh it out" I gave a short speech basically about how much our whole family had fallen in love with matt, but it came out something like I wanna kick Matt's ass but now i like him to much to do that. After the reception we went home and to my surprise there was another party. This one included lots of dancing beer liquor and hot tubs. I also met a girl ,Amy, that night from Colorado. She was really cool and we hung out at the bar another night before she left. But she's being bad right now and hasn't replied to my e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that nonsense I started school on the 9th. All of my classes are so easy it's almost sad. I'm taking required classes First Aid, Human Relations in the workplace, Spanish 101, and Writing 123. Although I missed my first day of class for 123 and the teacher who looked like a big dueche bag, and turned out to be, said that i had to provide documentated proof of why I was absent. Basicaly I called him a knob job, behind his back of course, and then i left to go sign up for a new teacher and decided to change to Writing 122.  Besides that school is a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I fear gettting up for - Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I fear going to school - Finding parking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I fear in General - Being one of those "nice" guys, therefore remaining single FOR-EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I fear at home - Napleon's hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other General fears - The postman, hippies, anyone who has a mullet, crazy women, pop music, any girl who offers to sleep with you after knowing you for less than an hour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113744498570411624?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113744498570411624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113744498570411624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113744498570411624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113744498570411624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-eyes-see-only-high-terrain.html' title='My eyes see only high terrain'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113724520855781574</id><published>2006-01-14T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T05:26:48.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop smells bad!!!</title><content type='html'>And so does my room. I think I should do luandry. It's 5:30 am so i need to hit the hay but a long drawn out and seriously funny post will follow this one later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113724520855781574?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113724520855781574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113724520855781574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113724520855781574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113724520855781574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2006/01/poop-smells-bad.html' title='Poop smells bad!!!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113566700142546356</id><published>2005-12-26T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:03:21.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowza!!!</title><content type='html'>Well the top floor is so close to being done I can taste it. It has been awesome having matt here to help out. Speaking of matt, and brielle, it is a joy to have them back here. Matt is a really great guy. The bathroom is painted and just moulding, a bit of electrical trim out, and the plumbing fixtures is left. The plaster is completely done and all the walls have been primed. So in the landing upstairs there is painting, trim, and some bookshelves to be done. In one bedroom there is a door needed to be hung and in both rooms closets we have to hang the clothing rods. Sounds like alot but it is just a few minor things. Next we have to jump downstairs to do a bunch of work to get ready for an inspector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was pretty nice but not quite what I wanted it to be. I can always remember in years past hanging out around the tree sleeping and talking with friends and family enjoying the gifts that we have given each other. This year we decided that we would not buy any gifts for each other, and that we would only give gifts that were hand-made, gifts to charity, or something to that effect. Of course my parents couldn't resist so we got a few things. My brother got me a onion slicer from Saint vinnie's. It makes those bloomin onion things like they have at outback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is looming on the horizon, and I'm getting a little nervous. I'm sure once I get into the swing of things everything will be fine. I'm taking first aid, spanish 101, writing 123, and some wierd human relations thing. Clyde Parker gave me an old ford escort. It's probobly kinda crappy but hey free is free. That remids me that I need to add Clyde in my prayers as one of the good blessings in my life. He is really a great christian, and a great guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling a bit depressed lately but I think I'm coming out of it. I think alot of it is coming from both of my siblings getting married. I kinda feel like I was skipping down the road arm in arm with my family, and then all of a sudden everyone was like peace B i'm out.  Anyway more to come as I am caught up in the work and festivities of the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113566700142546356?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113566700142546356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113566700142546356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113566700142546356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113566700142546356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/12/wowza.html' title='Wowza!!!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113447372519012659</id><published>2005-12-13T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T03:35:30.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha?..... Huh?.....</title><content type='html'>Well it seems that the federal government has forgoten to pay me some of my veterans benifits from last time I went to School. So I have a bunch of cold hard cash coming my way. Anyway everything for school is set up although I should probobly find out the first day of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had the chance to minister to a young woman who is a self proclaimed lesbian. We had a long talk about many things including Christ, and His love. I gave her my copy of "blue like jazz" becuase I thought it might be able to say some things to her that I couldn t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finally quit at stop-n-rob. I was getting so sick of that place. I just hope that meeting the above mentioned girl there, is part of God's infinitly all powerful plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo blessed It's almost crazy. Are you taking crazy pills? Maybe so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113447372519012659?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113447372519012659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113447372519012659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113447372519012659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113447372519012659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/12/wha-huh.html' title='Wha?..... Huh?.....'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113394041165779416</id><published>2005-12-06T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:26:51.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Re-model Batman!</title><content type='html'>Well we have been working hard on the house. Almost all things have taken a backseat to the work. We took a few days off and worked on my Dad's new laminate floors though. The basement is very near texturing and paint is right after that. Although we have turned our focus to the top floor in anticipation for the Deppes arrival, on the 20th?&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get everything set up for school winter term and it hard trying to look for another job, getting set up for school, working on two houses, looking into work visas and jobs in mexico, and staying ahead of my bills while trying to maintain some kind of social life.&lt;br /&gt;I also started a new forum for political discussion and added it to my blog links section. I am the admin there so I can controll all of your thoughts. Oops did I just reveal my evil plan? MUhahahahahaha. Thought I'd throw an evil laugh in there for good measure.  But really come check out my forums if you like discussing politics at a place that doesn't let people flame each other. Intelligent conversations only, Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113394041165779416?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113394041165779416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113394041165779416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113394041165779416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113394041165779416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/12/holy-re-model-batman.html' title='Holy Re-model Batman!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113269020638093376</id><published>2005-11-22T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:10:06.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap me sideways and call me sally.</title><content type='html'>Well it seems that my computer is retarded and decided that it doesnt have the capabilities to tell me ow to convert the pictures I have into a format that blogger understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting sick of this dang job at Stop N Rob. I asked my boss for tues and sundays off, and she decided to put me on tues and sundays for the next month. So next week I will be off to look for new jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is coming along very quickly. We have so many projects at different stages it makes it hard to see where you acually are in the whole sense of the thing. But the Basement will be ready to paint soon. The waste line plumbing is 100% done, which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still single and still looking. I think maybe at frst I was trying to hard. I just have to wait I guess for God to work in His own time to lead me to who he wants me to be with. I just find this frusterating though, although I should probobly take comfort in it, knowing I can't make a better choice than He could anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself sometimes slipping back into old habits. And I'm replacing some old bad habits with new bad habits.I need to work on that. Identifieing these bad habits are the first part of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113269020638093376?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113269020638093376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113269020638093376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113269020638093376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113269020638093376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/11/slap-me-sideways-and-call-me-sally.html' title='Slap me sideways and call me sally.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113259923246700759</id><published>2005-11-21T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T10:53:52.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/1600/captainobvoius8nf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/320/captainobvoius8nf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113259923246700759?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113259923246700759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113259923246700759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113259923246700759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113259923246700759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113123665556812016</id><published>2005-11-05T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:24:15.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait..... Who are you?</title><content type='html'>We had a raging costume party last night here at the house. Unfortunatly only about half of the people showed up in costume. Next year I think we will charge a cover for anyone not attending in costume. That gives me a good idea. I think we should have one party a years that has a cover charge of 10 dollars or something to fund the rest of the parties we host here all year round. I will add some pics as soon as I figure out why this dang blog won't take picture from the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113123665556812016?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113123665556812016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113123665556812016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113123665556812016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113123665556812016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/11/wait-who-are-you.html' title='Wait..... Who are you?'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113079133576081268</id><published>2005-10-31T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:42:15.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He was made a servant unto the Lord, and he was blessed greatly among all men.</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to get my ears pierced ever since I saw my first pirate movie. With thier swaggering charm and manly scars. Ear rings were all part of the persona. I mean really in a time of sissy dressing men Pirate's were real men's men.&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up my parents forbid us boys to get our ears pierced. Probobly a good idea since it wasn't very custom to our time. Now that I'm 25, free of my parents rule(technically)and free from the Marines I have gotten my ears pierced, and I am posting today to help those who wish to read this why.&lt;br /&gt;For the vast majority of our civilized world Slaves and servants have existed(even to this day). One sign of slavery is the pierceing of the ears. As God called us to be servants and humble I have taken to fasting once a week to consider these things. I use fasting as a way to remind myself of my duty, not just my duty but my pleasure of serving Christ. I have taken to piercing my ears as an added reminder that I AM a servant of God, He has blessed me, I should rejoice in being able to serve him, not window shop over sinful acts.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong here but there is also a dual purpose in getting my ears pierced. I also wanted to be abl to wear all different kinds of ear rings becuase I think they are cool. Like I said though missunderstand my earlier statement as a cover up to my true intentions. My true intentions are that they will be a reminder to myself that I should humble myself before the work of the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113079133576081268?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113079133576081268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113079133576081268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113079133576081268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113079133576081268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/10/he-was-made-servant-unto-lord-and-he.html' title='He was made a servant unto the Lord, and he was blessed greatly among all men.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113039519812049742</id><published>2005-10-26T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:39:58.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All things in time will burn.</title><content type='html'>Well one guy left work and another got injured so there is only two guys working this week, me and the manager. Guess who gets the crap shift. Anyways I have been working at this store for around two months now. I have seen alot of the lower end of society.&lt;br /&gt;i.e. One woman comes in with her two teenage kids (both of whom spend alot of money on candy and the like at other times) and hands me her Oregon Trail Card (Food Stamps and welfare money rolled into a debit like card). She spends around 30 dollars on junk food and soda, then she buys, with the welfare portion, around 50 dollars in scratch lottery tickets. When she told me that she wanted to put the lotto tickets on the welfare I almost blew my top. I can barely believe that this is legal. It sure as heck shouldn't be. Our stores biggest sellers are cigarettes, beer, and lottery in that order. It's acually kinda sad to see people wasting thier money, and our tax dollars away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been propositioned several times while working there which while flattering in one sense, in a more important measure is disgusting. I am remembering the sermon last sunday all week about how we shouldn't find sin tempting, but find it horrible. One great quote from the sermon was talking about how "dogs return to thier vomit" It is so true that we should find sin (vomit) disgusting yet we return to our sins anyway. I find myself thinking alot about that lately. So I have decided to try to fast and pray once a week to help me think about my relationship with God and my walk as a christian. I tried to today but it is so temping to do at work becuase i'm around candy and food all day. I have decided that a weekend day or non-workday is a better choice. I think being temped so much to eat can only lead to failure every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on the house is going well although this week I have not been able to do as much as I would have liked to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend I'm hosting a costume party at my house which hopefully will prove to be a good time. I have invited quite a few people and I have a week to get the house ready. Ok tired must do work and sleep cya lata all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113039519812049742?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113039519812049742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113039519812049742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113039519812049742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113039519812049742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-things-in-time-will-burn.html' title='All things in time will burn.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-113019806235128562</id><published>2005-10-24T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T16:54:22.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't fly with broken wings.</title><content type='html'>Ok sorry for not posting in a while (Brielle).&lt;br /&gt;I noticed last night how many dang commercials that we watch while viewing TV, and how many times the are shown over and over again. Most of them were based around general commercialism. To be expected. But around a 6th of them were either innapropriate or being sold by sex. The most commecials centered around advertisining for other tv shows or movies. The average commercials were about video games, medicine, food, and general items. Anyways I was kinda surprised I thought I had seen more commercials before that I thought shouldn't be aloud on TV. Maybe they were taking a break last night.&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling depressed lately, but things are starting to look up. Even though I'm still single, lonley, and out of shape. I have resolved to fasting once a week. I will try to do this on Mondays, but this doesn't always work.&lt;br /&gt;The house is coming along pretty well. Steve had the week off and we got quite a bit of work done. The biggest project we have is getting the HVAC system done, so say a little prayer for us and this project to run smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;I will write more lata I'm tired, Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-113019806235128562?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/113019806235128562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=113019806235128562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113019806235128562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/113019806235128562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-cant-fly-with-broken-wings.html' title='I can&apos;t fly with broken wings.'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112875907583722195</id><published>2005-10-08T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T01:11:15.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Well I just got back from wedding crashers, the movie. In some ways I found the movie to be increadable funny yet at the same time derogitory and shameless. Anyways If you liked Old School you will probobly enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;TO the Dinner! I made a dinner tonight for some friends of mine, Micheal (canadian dude), Sarah (RUF gal), and Slappy. I invited a few others but apearantlt people have busy lives. To the point now.&lt;br /&gt; For an appitizer I made asperigus wrapped in procuittio, and Italian mushrooms stuffed with chopped onions and green olives. For the main course I served a light salad and lemon garlic tenderlion, which I baked slightly too long, with a cabernet sauvignon. Then we had some cherry chocolate ice cream for dessert.  I guess the only part I wasn't very happy about was forgetting to buy napkins and not having a great place setting set.&lt;br /&gt;Over all I thought everything tasted great but I'm hardly not bias. Tonight has only reinforced my desire to attend the culinary arts school.&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well and I got offered another job working as a dishwasher at a really nice resturant/bar where with time, not alot hopefully, I will woprk up to prep cook. Either way I think it's a good idea to start to get into the resturant buisness if I'm looking at becoming a chef in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112875907583722195?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112875907583722195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112875907583722195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112875907583722195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112875907583722195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/10/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112839019536662161</id><published>2005-10-03T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T18:43:15.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The House</title><content type='html'>Well with the Deppe's coming in Dec to live with us work on the house in starting to kick into full gear. It's kinda exciting to think about how to start bring everything together and running. Work is going good right now and I'm pretty happy there. I enjoy a few of the customers alot. I talked to one (on my day off) for about an hour down at the store and we walked home together, as she lives up the street from me. Anyways talk to ya ll lata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112839019536662161?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112839019536662161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112839019536662161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112839019536662161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112839019536662161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/10/house.html' title='The House'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112806564132981108</id><published>2005-09-30T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:14:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>Well I speant last night (all the way to 7 am) and the last few nights watching the first season of lost the tv show. It is increadabely addicting. If you haven't been watching the show you probobly should this is a really great series. It always leaves off at horriblely suspenseful parts. Ok I have about 4 PBR's in me right now I'm going to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112806564132981108?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112806564132981108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112806564132981108' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112806564132981108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112806564132981108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112754886229237646</id><published>2005-09-24T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T01:01:02.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/1600/Br%20and%20Zack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/320/Br%20and%20Zack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a little B belly with her first love Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/1600/Ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/320/Ian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me when I was all cute and fuzzy.  Here's my ugly mug now.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/320/snow%20cave%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112754886229237646?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112754886229237646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112754886229237646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112754886229237646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112754886229237646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/here-is-little-b-belly-with-her-first.html' title=''/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112751786810297958</id><published>2005-09-23T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T16:24:28.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Well It turns out that due to LCC red tape I can't attend Lane untill winter term. Well thats good acually it wil let me get my finacial aid together. I added some more cool lonks hope you enjoy them. I'm going to Elias Veermans birthday party tonight. If I'm lucky he will play the organ for us. Anyways I'll write mas lata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112751786810297958?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112751786810297958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112751786810297958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112751786810297958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112751786810297958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112711331441347001</id><published>2005-09-18T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:01:54.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>Well it turns out the dogs have some kind of rash, not fleas. I must have just been itchy that night. That's a relief plus I have clean sheets, not that clean sheets are rare. Whew I just smelled myself I gotta go take a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112711331441347001?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112711331441347001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112711331441347001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112711331441347001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112711331441347001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112698212530823002</id><published>2005-09-17T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T11:36:14.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Where Art Thou? FLEAS!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I spent about 2 hours trying to fall asleep last night. I went to bed at 2 am and didn't fall alseep till after 4. At least I don't have to be to work untill 3 pm. I was itching all over too, but not like a rash itch, like certain spots. I think becuase the dogs sleep on my bed, and I now suspect they have fleas, that I now have fleas. Gross! I'm going to go take a really long shower after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112698212530823002?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112698212530823002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112698212530823002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112698212530823002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112698212530823002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleep-where-art-thou-fleas.html' title='Sleep Where Art Thou? FLEAS!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112682232557479223</id><published>2005-09-15T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:13:20.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music!!</title><content type='html'>I'm adding three new Gorillaz songs to check out.&lt;br /&gt;Gorillaz- Dare&lt;br /&gt;Gorillaz- Dirty Hairy&lt;br /&gt;Gorillaz- All Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add mas here too. These songs may not be new but they are some of my new favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wham- Everything She wants&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson Starship- Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Thompson Twins- Hold Me Now&lt;br /&gt;Crowded House- Hey now&lt;br /&gt;Duran Duran- Come Undone&lt;br /&gt;LLCoolJ- Back Seat&lt;br /&gt;LLCoolJ- Hey Lover&lt;br /&gt;Newsboys- Reality&lt;br /&gt;REM- Shiney, Happy People&lt;br /&gt;Romantics- Talkin in Your Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Hill Gang- Rapper's Delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good songs for those blue days.&lt;br /&gt;Chris Issak- I Wonder&lt;br /&gt;Chris Isaak- Forever Blue&lt;br /&gt;Chris Isaak- Wicked Game&lt;br /&gt;George Micheal- Kissing a Fool&lt;br /&gt;Nina Simone- I got it bad and that ain't good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well That's all for now, But I'm not done by far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112682232557479223?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112682232557479223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112682232557479223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112682232557479223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112682232557479223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/music.html' title='Music!!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112681696295656395</id><published>2005-09-15T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:43:24.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/1600/Picture%20288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/320/Picture%20288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's B Belly Lumpkins and her sidekick Santa's Little Helper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate taxes! Ok get this. I owe 200 something dollars to the state for last years taxes but I have to pay those taxes first to get federal aid for college. Kinda funny It's almost a catch 22. Anyways I'm dealing with it but it's a royal pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;So I have to sign up for classes next week. Wow pray for me to be able to get my life together in time please. I decided that I'm going to take up fasting and praying on Mondays so if anyone wants to join or has some prayer requests let me know. Nothin much has been happnin just a few days off from work and relaxing cleaning and getting things together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112681696295656395?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112681696295656395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112681696295656395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112681696295656395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112681696295656395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/taxes.html' title='Taxes!!!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112674556641921747</id><published>2005-09-14T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:52:46.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Links!!!!</title><content type='html'>I put up a bunch of new links but i couldnt see them when i signed on to my mother computer. So let me know when you guys can see them if you can, and make sure to check out the toast song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112674556641921747?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112674556641921747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112674556641921747' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112674556641921747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112674556641921747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-links.html' title='My Links!!!!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112673366632445616</id><published>2005-09-14T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T14:34:26.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/1600/Picture%20505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/320/Picture%20505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two years ago we made the Uber snow cave. Thats me in the brown jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/1600/Picture%20534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/320/Picture%20534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Steve relaxing after many hours of digging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/1600/Picture%20511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/320/Picture%20511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/1600/Picture%20524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/320/Picture%20524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The night we spent in there was a little cold but very cozy none the less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112673366632445616?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112673366632445616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112673366632445616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112673366632445616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112673366632445616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/picture-day.html' title='Picture day!!!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112672428440940626</id><published>2005-09-14T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:58:04.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/1600/Hoss%20&amp;%20Napolian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/320/Hoss%20%26%20Napolian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Is Me and my little puppy (not really a puppy) Napoleon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/1600/Picture%20444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/1578/320/Picture%20444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Steve (yea he's pretty cool huh) My older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought I'd start getting a few pics up I'll write lata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112672428440940626?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112672428440940626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112672428440940626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112672428440940626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112672428440940626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-me-and-my-little-puppy-not.html' title=''/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112667210145771016</id><published>2005-09-13T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:28:21.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On and on and on and on and on...............</title><content type='html'>Wow I just spent the last few hours catching up on ashley's, brielle's, matt's, steve's, and holly's blogs. You guys are crazy as loons, but not as crazy as crazy loons. Huh what did I just say? Oh well I leave it for you to figure out. Not much else to tell tonight though I just went over to the crites with steve tonight. Oh and I watched The Life Aquatic today. Not a bad flick at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112667210145771016?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112667210145771016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112667210145771016' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112667210145771016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112667210145771016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on.html' title='On and on and on and on and on...............'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112663718061300029</id><published>2005-09-13T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T11:46:20.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a tuesday!!!</title><content type='html'>School registration is coming up and I need to get on the ball and pay my taxes for last year. Acually I thinnk I need to still do my taxes from last year. Coming out of such an unorginized state is really difficult to deal with motivation and trying to fix all the stupid things I let pile up over the last three years.&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different subject I noticed something the other day for the first time. I caught myself staring at a beautiful woman that had a child shopping in a store. But when I realized that I was staring I noticed I wasn't fantasizing about her but jealous of her. I was thinking about the joy of anothers love, and the blessing of children. Maybe I'm an idiot for wanting marriage, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Ok next it's time for me to tell ya'll about some of my new favorite songs. And If when I say favorite songs you think of weezers new album then people in glass houses, sink ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this song becuase it really has no words other than a short simple messege and it has a catchy beat.&lt;br /&gt;Thievery Corporation- Strange Effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first Thievery Corporation song I heard and I still love it to this day.&lt;br /&gt;Thievery Corporation- Lebanese Blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Ashly showed me these songs they are outstandingly funny.&lt;br /&gt;Flight of the Concords- Hiphopotamus meets the Rymenoceros&lt;br /&gt;Flight of the Concords- Buisness time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song on the radio and went out a bought the album. It's not bad you should check out the whole album Demon Days&lt;br /&gt;Gorillaz- Feel Good Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like this song first time I heard it was on a mixer album from my little sissy (B. Belly Lumpkins).&lt;br /&gt;The Killers- Andy Your a Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome classic to check out if you have never heard it or haven't in a long time listen to this one.&lt;br /&gt;The Cure- Mint Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightly then I'll write you later I gotta visit the B room before I blow like a flock of sea gulls at a alka seltzer factory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112663718061300029?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112663718061300029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112663718061300029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112663718061300029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112663718061300029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s a tuesday!!!'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112654492943173491</id><published>2005-09-12T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:08:49.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Spammers</title><content type='html'>Today I got up late something like 9:30 only becuase I can. Went to check my blog to see if I got any comments yet, and to my suprise I got my first one.  I got a split second rush down my spine and the anticipation could barley be contained as I shook like a hypothermic school boy waiting to see my comment. Low and behold It's a friggen advertisment. I want to strangle the guy who spams my blog and pee in his wheeties. It really amazes me how damn rude people are today. The annonymity (&lt;---spelling?) of the internet makes people think they can do whatever they want. If someone came to my door this morning at 6:00 am and told me about thier cash advance store I would beat them with the nearest blunt object and have my dogs pee on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today is my first day at stop n shop by myself so wish me luck to not make anyone too pissed off as they wait in line. Oh yea two wierd things happened at stop n shop. Two days ago some old dude was cursing at me under his breath and when I said excuse me he said really loud "put it (wine bottle) in the F'in bag". My first reaction was shock my second was that the hospital better get a geriatrics room ready becuase I'm sending them some beat down old dude. But like Ben Folds says "I'm too polite". Anyways next time I'm taking the merchandise away from them and sending them out the door. The other wierd thing is some girl on the afternoon of sept. 11 was almost jumping my bones over the counter just to get a smell of my deodorant. No seriously I was like dang I knew I smelled good but at least ask for my number. Anyways I would have thought she was on drugs (we get alot of druggies) except she seemed normal besides the practically jumping over the counter. Chris also told me that she is not the druggie type just single and looking apearantly. Ok anyways I'll write more lata If Anything wort talking about happens.&lt;br /&gt;(note to self: post pictures)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112654492943173491?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112654492943173491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112654492943173491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112654492943173491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112654492943173491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-spammers.html' title='Damn Spammers'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112650834379752230</id><published>2005-09-11T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:59:03.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to remember</title><content type='html'>Well Sept. 11 has come again, and I wonder a few things. I watched a special on TV on flight 93 (the one that went down in the field). It is a story that if true (about thier heroism) is a heart wrenching one. For some reason it makes me feel guilty again about leaving the Marines knowing we were going to war. I am almost near tears when I hear about Marines especially dieing in Iraq. I wonder was I wrong for leaving the Marines for so petty a reason as I didn't like being treated like a kid by superiorers. I feel the guilt every time I think about it. I sometimes wish that on those lists of the dead I should be there up there. Is this some morbid desire to be immortalized or do I really wish to gove my life for our way of life. I don't really know. All I do know is that I have a deep respect for anyone soldier or civilian who gives thier life for our great country.&lt;br /&gt;I also have a newfound dis-trust of Arabs in general. With the way the terrorists so easily (becuases they had no bad history of anything terrorist related or not) came here and lived among us it leaves me no choice but to be dis-trustful of these possible sleeper cells. Another group I have come to greatly dislike from this event is the leftist radicals that call Iraq an oil war, etc....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways on a lighter note I worked at stop and shop today, and Chris (the guy training me for closing shift) was not as annoying as usual.  If you have ever met a dungeons and dragon fanatic then you would know the type. I also went to Dan and Sarah Johnson's wedding reception today. They make a nice couple. It makes me jealous though to see all my friends and family getting married around me while I still yet to even get a girlfriend. I must be trying to hard or something because I feel like a crack monkey right now chomping at the bit to get married. I guess not so much becuase everyone else is , but becuase the one thing I feel is missing is companionship. I know some of that s filled by God but there is a physical companionship that can only be filled by a lover and a friend. In short being single sucks big time. Well I can't talk your ears off all at once besides you probly need your ears. Talk to ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112650834379752230?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112650834379752230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112650834379752230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112650834379752230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112650834379752230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-to-remember.html' title='A day to remember'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587765.post-112637796560469088</id><published>2005-09-10T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T11:46:05.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muhahahaha</title><content type='html'>The notoriously bad spelling riegn of the Angry Scotsman begins.&lt;br /&gt;(note to self: post in blog every day.)&lt;br /&gt;Ok really short back round.&lt;br /&gt;Ian Houston is my name (&lt;------That's me) I was born in Madesto,CA and my family moved to Eugene, OR when I was three. I grew up here in Oregon untill I was 17 when I joined the Marine Corps. While in the Marines I lived in Okinawa, Japan for a year, as well as being deployed overseas on a ship. While on the ship I visited Hawaii, East Timor, Singapore, Thailand, Bahrain, Kuwait, United Arab Emerites, Suadi Arabi, Jordan, Guam, and I'm pretty sure our LT. got us lost while in Kuwait and we accidently drove into Iraq. Anyways after the Marines I came back to Oregon and have been working odd jobs. I now am going to attend school, and I work at a convience store.&lt;br /&gt;Ok for todays post I'm letting everyone know I'm sick and not postiong much. My brother (Steve) and I are working on filling in the back yard with dirt. We are doing a mojor remodel on his house, and working on the back yard right now. Yesterday I brewed 12 gallo0ns of honey mead for my sister's (Brielle) wedding in January. Hopefully it will be ready ion time for the wedding. I have to work on the labels for the bottle's now so I will write mas later.&lt;br /&gt;(note to readers: sometimes i use spanish words, don't ask me why)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587765-112637796560469088?l=sillyscotsman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/feeds/112637796560469088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587765&amp;postID=112637796560469088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112637796560469088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587765/posts/default/112637796560469088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillyscotsman.blogspot.com/2005/09/muhahahaha.html' title='Muhahahaha'/><author><name>IT Houston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729790451228728958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBtPe73w3rE/SQtmXAotSUI/AAAAAAAAABA/zX-oDUAPSzg/S220/ian1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
