<?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-16477479</id><updated>2011-07-24T13:39:59.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipitous Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>My Thoughts On Me, You, and Everyone You Know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-6789521101382900616</id><published>2007-08-23T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:26:35.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand, Sun, Surf......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So we arrived yesterday afternoon at the beach.  Gulf Shores, Alabama to be more direct.  And let me tell you, its freakin' awesome.  Our condo is like a home away from home,....only a little better, except that this place doesnt have a pool table.  They have everything else though.  They  have 5 pools, 6 tennis courts, a huge gym, oh...and the ocean.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a really nice tan...I look like a cabana boy...muahahaha.  And OHH HOLY SHIT...now I know that everyone is shaped differently and yada yada yada...but today I saw a pair of Double Z boobs...and let me tell you, if it wasnt for all the Corona in my system I probably would have puked.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well anyway, we just got in for the day and we are getting ready to go out to eat...I think we are going to go to LuLu's....it's Lulu Buffet, Jimmy's sister.  I'm going to have me a nice yummily Long Island Ice tea and some Shrrrrrimp.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope everyone is having a grrrrreat August and I'll talk to ya'll later...Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-6789521101382900616?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/6789521101382900616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=6789521101382900616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/6789521101382900616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/6789521101382900616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/08/sand-sun-surf.html' title='Sand, Sun, Surf......'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-4817328960008442144</id><published>2007-08-11T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:16:38.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticiapation - Disappointment / Vacation Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I’ve waited months now for the show Dexter: Season two. It doesn’t come out now until September 30th, but me being as privileged as I am, I know people who know people who knows someone…and I got the first two episodes last night. Well I was freaking ecstatic and I couldn’t wait to get home and watch them. Well, swimming was brought up and I love swimming about as much as….well, as much as ice-cream. So we went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;When it finally came time to watch them, I was shaking so bad cause I was so freaking excited. It was starting and I had a smile on my face a mile wide…it quickly faded. The show had changed. They had gotten rid of one of the characters, and two of the main characters; Their attitude, look, and inner self had changed completely and even though they were the same actor, they weren’t the same person in the show.&lt;br /&gt;My whole desire and need to watch the show is no longer there. It doesn’t exist, now of course I am still going to finish the season, I have to finish it since I started, but it just won’t be near as good as the first season. The first was just intoxicating….simply put…Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here in a few more days me, my wife and family will be on our way to the beach. I’ve have been waiting a while for this trip, this vacation, our….honeymoon. It will be nice to have some care free R&amp;R on the beach. Sitting back drinking a margarita or a nice ice cold corona.&lt;br /&gt;So, a lot has happened since the last time that I actually wrote on this place. One new thing, I actually showed that I had a heart. I saw an old man on the side of the road with his truck that had broke down…so, I stopped and helped the man out. It wasn’t like me to care about someone like that, and to be honest I really didn’t “care” I just felt compelled to stop. Maybe some of that Karma that I don’t believe in, will actually come back around and help me out.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that second thing that happened…I met a new friend. Now for the safety of me and you and everyone we know, I can’t mention names, but let me tell you he is a hoot. I have known him for about a week now and I already know this is the beginning of a really super fun friendship…muahahahahaha. We have so much in common like, guns, beer, guns, movies, and umm…guns. I stayed up with him watching Platoon and drinking until 1:20 in the morning. Not bad, the only thing is…we had to get up at 3:30 a.m. to head down to Oklahoma City. Blah…I was still a little tipsy and had a major hang-over, I drank about 13 too many.&lt;br /&gt;Well…I’m off for now, my daughter and I are going to head out and go swimming. She is getting bored and I’m getting restless from typing so much. Anyway, I don’t know when the next time I’ll write on here; I’m going to take my computer with me on our vacation so I might write while on the beach, but no promises. Anyway, adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-4817328960008442144?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/4817328960008442144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=4817328960008442144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/4817328960008442144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/4817328960008442144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/08/anticiapation-disappointment-vacation.html' title='Anticiapation - Disappointment / Vacation Time'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-2952472416793502816</id><published>2007-07-27T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:33:31.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ten reasons men prefer guns over women:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. You can trade an old 44 for a new 22.&lt;br /&gt;# 9. You can keep one gun at home and have another for when you're on the road.&lt;br /&gt;# 8. If you admire a friend's gun and tell him so, he will probably letyoutry it out a few times.&lt;br /&gt;# 7. Your primary gun doesn't mind if you keep another gun for a backup.&lt;br /&gt;# 6. Your gun will stay with you even if you run out of ammo.&lt;br /&gt;# 5. A gun doesn't take up a lot of closet space.&lt;br /&gt;# 4. Guns function normally every day of the month.&lt;br /&gt;# 3. A gun doesn't ask , "Do these new grips make me look fat?"&lt;br /&gt;# 2. A gun doesn't mind if you go to sleep after you use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one reason a gun is favored over a woman...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 1. YOU CAN BUY A SILENCER FOR A GUN.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-2952472416793502816?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/2952472416793502816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=2952472416793502816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/2952472416793502816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/2952472416793502816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/07/funny-funny.html' title='Funny Funny'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-7891512412919981716</id><published>2007-07-14T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:19:15.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a FIRST</title><content type='html'>So today I did something that I've never done before in my entire life. I stole something. Now granted this thing that I stole was only about 15 cents, but I still stole it.  It was an item from Bed Bath and Beyond for your shower....thats all I'm going to say about it...anyway...even though it was so dinky, it was sort of exhilerating actually stealing it.   Anywho...Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-7891512412919981716?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/7891512412919981716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=7891512412919981716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/7891512412919981716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/7891512412919981716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-first.html' title='This is a FIRST'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-7766859461276380545</id><published>2007-07-08T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:06:30.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Matrimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ReMXeiQfLs/RpJbF5b6pII/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZL9Os8z4Kg8/s1600-h/Pictures9+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085227086130095234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ReMXeiQfLs/RpJbF5b6pII/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZL9Os8z4Kg8/s320/Pictures9+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ReMXeiQfLs/RpJaqpb6pHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nx6z1yBumTA/s1600-h/Pictures9+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085226617978659954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ReMXeiQfLs/RpJaqpb6pHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nx6z1yBumTA/s320/Pictures9+234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well as of 18 hours ago it was finally official. I am now a married man. Mr. Christopher Jace Harvey and my wife, Mrs. Harvey now reside in our new house. After the wedding we all went to Tokyo Japanese Steak House and had some shushi and other stuff on the hibachi grill. Mmm...it was so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I am a married man, hint hint to you, I would like my pool table...haha. I'm ready to start spanking my wife's butt in a game. Anywho, after we ate we went to the casino for a little while, it wasn't near as crowded as I thought it would be. We didn't stay all the long. I didnt win at anything, but my wife won every game she played. I'm bad luck. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok well this was just an update, I have a few things I need to take care of, so I'll talk to ya'll later. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-7766859461276380545?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/7766859461276380545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=7766859461276380545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/7766859461276380545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/7766859461276380545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-as-of-18-hours-ago-it-was-finally.html' title='Holy Matrimony'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ReMXeiQfLs/RpJbF5b6pII/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZL9Os8z4Kg8/s72-c/Pictures9+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-2993460748314754600</id><published>2007-06-07T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T08:47:16.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well Yesterday I made it official.  I went to court and legally had my named changed.  You have no idea how happy I am to not carry that name anymore.  So anyway, it is now Christopher Jace Harvey, Whoo Hooo!  Ok so that was the most exciting new that I have at the moment.  But I'll continue on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 15 days I close on the house that we bought.  Thats pretty exciting.  Its a 2200 sq. foot house.  We were looking at a 3100 sq. foot house and oh how I wanted it so bad, but some doctor moved into town and swiped it up before we could offer anything...bastards...It was so cool too, everything in the house was from the 70's all retro.  But oh well I like the house we got.  Its got a full basement where our pool table, ping pong table, juke box, and everything else game wise is going.  I've never been so excited to clean or decorate or fix up a house in my life.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I'm getting married in a month.  Short and sweet and extremely cheap.  Even though I'm getting married in July, I'm more looking forward to the fake ceremony that we are having on the beach.  I think that is going to be extremely romantic.  So anyway, we are just having a small little ceremony in July, then we are going to go out to eat and then....well you know, but after that...THEN...we are going to go to the casino for a little fun time.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I think that is about all that has been going on in my life.  We had a fun little night last night to celebrate my name change.  Played a little poker and drank a few ameretto sours...just a few.  muahaha.  Ok well I'm going to go back to the t.v. and watch a few cartoons before I go outside to play in the fire.  So, hope everyone is doing good and I'll talk to ya'll later.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-2993460748314754600?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/2993460748314754600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=2993460748314754600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/2993460748314754600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/2993460748314754600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-4375731498531419608</id><published>2007-05-03T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:04:33.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand, Sun, and Margaritas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So here we go.  Not exactly sure what to start out with so I'll just start out with the title.  In August,......I guess I'm going to get married...muahahahaha.  But the coolest thing about it is, I'm getting married on the beach.  Whoop Whoop!!!  I'm going to go down to Gulf Shores, Alabamba, and while down there, I'm going to get married.  Is that not cool or what?  Getting married on a beach is just something most people think about doing, not actually doing.  So, here in a few months, I'll be laying on the beach a married man, sucking down either Pinacoladas or Margaritas, I haven't decided which one yet.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I'm hot and I'm bored so I probably won't type much more.  That was the only news that I really had.  Other then that nothing else is new.  Ok well I have some other things to take care of so I'm just going to go.  Hope everyone is well and Until next time...Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-4375731498531419608?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/4375731498531419608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=4375731498531419608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/4375731498531419608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/4375731498531419608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/05/sand-sun-and-margaritas.html' title='Sand, Sun, and Margaritas'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-3094277287636785848</id><published>2007-04-11T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:04:29.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well, what can I say exactly.  I'm dating a girl...yes yes I know what I said that I didnt want a girlfriend, but I'm dating a girl who is in retrospect...just like me.  I finally realize what I've been looking for all these years....myself.  She not as much of an alcoholic drinker as I am, but she likes to have a few drinks every once in a while.  Its just amazing to me, here, all these years I was looking for something, but I wasn't exactly sure what.  All I needed to do is analyze myself and then look for someone just like me.  Oh how I love myself.  haha.  She's extremely gorgeous, and older then I am..which is a major turn on to me...today is actually her birthday...happy birthday princess!!!  I've known her for about five years now, so we've gotten to know each other great.  As of about two weeks ago I moved in with her....ummm about three dates into our relationship.  I'm still not sure how I feel about marriage...but I do know that if I do get married it will be to her.  And if we do get married we will elope, nothing big or fancy.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok so on to something else.  We finally opened the office.  I've been going out and doing a lot of advertising...talking to the hospitals, handing out cards, we have a commercial on the radio even, I thought that was pretty cool.  And as I mentioned in earlier posts, my sissy (whom is totally awesome) made a web page for us....sniffle...I miss you.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other then all of that stuff I've just been at my new home, playing the guitar and writing songs and drinking the pain away.  Well anywho, just wanted to give an update....I have some things to work on for her birthday so I gotta go.  Hope everyone is doing great...love ya all except for the select few....later.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-3094277287636785848?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/3094277287636785848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=3094277287636785848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/3094277287636785848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/3094277287636785848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/04/princess.html' title='Princess...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-5667939138624304256</id><published>2007-03-14T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:54:31.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well I had a talk with a friend the other night...let us just say it went well...ended with some making out and almost censored material which we wont talk about because thats not what I care to write about here. In this talk I began to realize a few things about myself that I never really cared to notice. But before we even go into that let us continue on with the next day. I'm on the phone with a friend of mine who is a psychologist..."very" close friend. She doenst really like talking to me as anything more then a friend cause once I have her analyze me our friendship is mixed in with her business life and in that line of work....well it just doesnt mix. But we had a huge discussion....mainly about stuff like dating, marriage, sex...that stuff. And well in a round about way she helped me analyze myself a little deeper without even trying. We both have pretty much come to the conclusion that I, Christopher, am a great actor. I have faked a lot of things in my life mostly about myself. I have faked sympathy and empathy for other people. I have faked feelings for certain people that I thought I cared about. Most recently being my Ex. I faked an entire life style just to be with the girl. In the end I ask myself why and I dont really know. Physical attraction I guess, but even that...I wasnt 100% attracted to her. Her sister was more my personallity...ha. But...my friend thinks that I might have a chemical imbalance and thats maybe why I am the way I am. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway...I look back and I cant really think of a relationship that I actually cared 100% about. There is one that I do actually miss but I think thats just because we had a good physical connection. People look at me and they say that I'm sweet, kind, caring...tell you the truth I actually fake that crap. I dont care about most people. There are a select few. If I had my way I would be a ruthless dictator. "lovin' every minute of it" So needless to say I'm a prick....and uhh....I dont apologize for that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HA...now back to the conversation with my first friend that I started this thing out with....we came to the conclusion that when I turn 25, if she isnt married yet, we are going to get married. Now thats all fine and good, but uh...I dont plan on getting married. We can live together, have babies but no piece of paper is going to be holding me to a girl, sorry. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh joys...I'm getting ready to start working. Pretty excited...mainly cause I have a few things that I'm looking forward to buying...muahahaha. I've been looking at motorcycles and I have one picked out that I really really like. Ok actually two, one is a Harley and the other is a Ducati. So sweet and sexy. OK well anyway, I'm off for now, gotta go take the medication and hit the sack. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-5667939138624304256?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/5667939138624304256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=5667939138624304256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/5667939138624304256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/5667939138624304256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/03/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-1829466048951720423</id><published>2007-03-02T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T13:19:53.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wow what a week it has been. Quite a bit of excitment actually. Well first off and the foremost important...I went to McDonalds with my friend the other day and we got a cake...ooooo, I've been craving one of those for a very long time and it was just a bit of heaven. mmmmm. I ended up eating about 2/3 of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the other day we went to Kansas City, KS, we took a friend up there to see her mother-in-law who's in the hospital. It was quite a wild drive. We get up there and the road we need to take is closed and supposedly has a detour but they dont have it marked. So we just start driving and we ended up driving right to the place we needed to go anyway. On the way back we drove through Rain, Hail, Lightning, Tornados, and I'm not sure but maybe snow as well. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've quit lifting weights. I'm going to just run for now and slim down. I've built up too much and just wanna slim back down. Anyway, I watched the Prestige yesterday...it was different. I didnt like it until the end and then I loved it I thought it was pretty dad gome good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I go to Starbucks the other day, just like I do oh, two times a week or so.  Somewhere around there.  I ordered a double chocolate chip frap.  I get it and  I walk out.  As we are pulling away I take a sip.  Woah!  They totally didnt make it right, they made it with coffee.  I stop the car, stand up and chuck my frap all over the dumpter in their parking lot.  Yeah, I had a tantrum, it lasted about 10 seconds and then it was over.  It just makes me mad....when I specify that I want a cream based frap, they tell me that I dont need to specify, but when I dont, they make it with coffee.  Anyway, I went back later and I got a free one.  But unless I specify they always mess it up.  You should have seen it though,  one big chocolate spot all over the parking lot and dumpster, it was quite humorous.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I called a friend of mine whom I've had a crush on since I was 17.  I asked how she was doing and she said, TERRIFICALLY SINGLE.  hmmmm, I asked if that was a hint and she said...maybe.  Sooooo muahahaha.  I'm kinda excited about that.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I'm all excited about the movie Zodiak.  I wanna go watch it, its super long but it looks super good and has a ton of top grade actors in it.  Ok well I'm off for now.  Hope everyone is doing well and I'll be back...Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-1829466048951720423?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/1829466048951720423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=1829466048951720423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/1829466048951720423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/1829466048951720423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/03/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-5390691406455214743</id><published>2007-02-21T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:46:48.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok so I'm walking through the mall yesterday right...as I'm leaving I'm getting ready to throw my water bottle away, but before I do I put the rest of the water from the bottle in my mouth really quick. I look like a chipmunk now. There is too much water in my mouth to swallow and I'm in the middle of the mall so I cant spit it out. So I start walking towards that outside door quickly. But as I do my mind starts thinking about all these funny things. Water comes pouring out my mouth. It went all over me, the floor, and the glass door. It was quite hilarious if I do say so myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, so I'm a business owner....WOO HOO. I'm going into business with my dad. I'm going to do therapy and he's going to do acupuncture. We got a business in joplin. I'm nervously excited, but by this time next year I should have my BMW...lol. Yeah ok maybe not, but in two years...haha. My sissy made us a website and everything its really awesome. When it gets completed I'll put it on here that way ya'll can look at it...or wait, no....if you want to see it, email me and I'll give it to you, yeah that'll be better. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yeah this one is really short but I'm bored and I'm getting ready to leave the house so I'm outta here. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-5390691406455214743?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/5390691406455214743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=5390691406455214743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/5390691406455214743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/5390691406455214743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-wet.html' title='All Wet'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-5481485344731564268</id><published>2007-02-09T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T12:02:07.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What a week.  Anyway, ummm frankly I'm glad its over with.  Tomorrow night I have a date and it's with someone my age actually.  It'll be the first time I've actually dated someone my age.  But something I wanted to put out there while I'm on this subject.  Those of you (you know who you are) who are wanting to be my "girlfriend" quit asking me.  I dont want a girlfriend, I dont want a steady person in my life, and NO I have no intentions of getting married.  If you want to have a one night stand with me, then by all means call me, otherwise...leave me alone.  I'm all for the physical relationship with ya'll, but once you start getting emotionally attached to me, I'm kicking you out.  I'm tired of messing with it.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, so I am meeting my date tomrrow at the club.  She used to be a dance instructor so I'm going to see if she'll teach me a few things.  I always thought that it would be awesome to learn to dance.  But we'll see how it goes.  Call me weird, but I've started watching Dr. Phil with my mother every now and then.  I always made fun of her for watching it and called him gay.  But now that I've actually sat down and watch a few of his shows I like it.  Its hilarious how screwed up most people are.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well about my neck, back and junk...they dont really know whats going on.  I'm thinking about having an MRI done to just be more thorough.  Both hands go numb and I feel like I'm constantly drunk, I'm just dizzy all the time as if I had vertigo or something.  It very annoying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to the mall yesterday and bought a shirt at American Eagle and then we hopped and skipped over to Aeropostle...they had a blazer there that I had been looking at for about 2 months.  It was 50 dollars but yesterday it was on sale for 9 dollars so I snatched it up and bought it.  I thought that it was pretty awesome and it goes perfect with my new shirt and my awesome Converse my sissy and bro got me for Christmas.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If its warm enough tomorrow I'm going to go and fire my guns.  I havent done that in a while and I'm missing it.  Well I'm a little high at the moment, and no, not on reefer but rather medication...so I'm going to go ahead and get off of here.  Hope everyone's doing just great except for....you, yeah you...you evil little monkey.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-5481485344731564268?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/5481485344731564268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=5481485344731564268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/5481485344731564268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/5481485344731564268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/02/end-of-beginning.html' title='End of the Beginning'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-6005198896594782071</id><published>2007-02-03T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T08:47:51.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;That damn ground hog, he had better watch his back cause if I ever find him, he's dead. That little bastard didnt see his shadow yesterday and that makes me quite angry. If and when I find him I'm going to ground him up into burger meat. I am so much VERY ready for summer. Anyway, what a past month its been, ice-storms, hotels, new guns, and meeting girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and got my taxes done this morning. I got quite a refund back, I majorly over paid last year. SOOO you know what that means...oh baby oh baby, new gun here I come. So I still have quite a few trees down in my yard. Gosh I have two very huge piles of wood that are going to be burnt, and I cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lol, last night I went on a date. Hmmm....wasnt exactly what I had expected. Lets just say it was the first and last time I ever go on a date with a woman that is more then 20 years older then I am. She wasnt super duper ugly or anything like that, just uhh....not exactly what her picture looked like. I think it was an old picture. Oh well....so the super bowl is tomorrow, I'm all excited about that. We are having a little party with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot of pain, my neck is like a train wreck and I'm getting headaches every single dad gome day. And now both my hands are numb, not just my left one anymore. Rather annoying. Well I know that you are just so getting into this entry, but I'm off to starbucks with my friend, so hope everyone is doing well except for the select few of you, and I'll talk to ya'll later. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-6005198896594782071?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/6005198896594782071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=6005198896594782071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/6005198896594782071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/6005198896594782071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/02/dead-meat.html' title='DEAD meat'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116930088892437677</id><published>2007-01-20T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T05:48:09.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well I have just a ton of exciting news to tell you...ha.  Lets see I'll start out with the most exciting news of all.  There is another addition to my family...woo hoo.  This time its an AR-15, it's pretty much like the M-16, just a little different.  For those of you not gun fanatics like me, go to gunbroker.com and type that in the search engine and it will bring up a bunch of pictures for you to see what I am talking about.  Its the main assault rifle issued to the military.  Anyway, I am just as happy as a beaver chewing on some cherry wood.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yesterday I'm sitting on the couch watching a little Tom and Jerry on cartoon network when all of a sudden this really loud beep starts going off with this really annoying flashing white lights.  Great, the fire alarm.  At first I ignore it, who cares right, I'm sitting right next to the balcony window, if there really is a fire I can just walk right on out.  I couldnt ignore it very long it was too loud and hurting my ears so I got up and walked around.....some idiotic moron just pulled it for fun, I believe it was a couple of young kids actually is what they had decided.  Interrupted my cartoons for nothing.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...after all that I head to the movies.  I went and watched Children of Men...totally sucked, it was way too boring and not very well explained with most of its things, and just blah.  I like Clive Owen, but it just wasnt his best role.  So after the movie I met a couple of friends at Olive Garden for supper and wow, talk about packed everyone was there.  And wouldnt you know it, we got the brand new waitress...she totally sucked but whatever, we had a long time before our movie started so what else were we going to do.  We eventually got to our movie, Alpha Dog, yeah.  They wanted to watch Justin Timberlake.  Lets just say he needs to stick with what he does best and thats uhhhh...well I dont know.  Anywho, 3/4 the way through the movie, guess what happens.....yeah, the Fire Alarm.  HAHA....some idiot pulled the alarm and we all had to leave.  When we get out the manager was saying its just a false alarm everyone go back.  But no one wanted to, we already missed some of the movie....screw it...so we got free tickets to go and watch some other movies, which I do believe we are going to do today....I think we are going to watch Primeval, I think thats what it is, I dont know.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other then all that my week has been pretty normal.  Tomorrows predictions are the Bears and the Colts.  I've been in a lot of pain lately and I'm not sure why its so bad, and my damn left hand is still going numb, I dont understand that at all.  Oh well....Ok well I'm going to watch some cartoons, I just got back to my room from eating breakfast.  Hope everyone is doing well except for a small few of you...so until next time...adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116930088892437677?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116930088892437677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116930088892437677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116930088892437677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116930088892437677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/01/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116914992143475162</id><published>2007-01-18T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:31:19.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Where to start....hmmm, I guess I will start by saying that I'm moving. Yep, I'm going to move wither to Fiji or to Florida. The only thing about Florida is I dont really want to deal with the Hurricanes. So what a tough decision that I have in front of me.  Now what in the hell is up with all this weather, what happened to the theory of global warming?  HUH!  Snow in Malibu, California...yeah riiight, globl warming my ass.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yesterday I did something that I havent done in quite some times, about 10 to 11 years to be exact. I watched Saved by the Bell. The funny yet sad thing about it is, I remembered the theme song word for word. I dont know if that means that I really liked it or I watched it too much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well anyway, I went to the dotor yesterday. He didnt do too much, just kind of a check up to look at the progress. My left hand is still numb which is really annoying and starting to get on my nerves. I feel like just cutting it off its so annoying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This hotel is wonderful, but yet its getting a little boring. You can only walk up and down the halls and go to the weight room so many times. They have free hot chocolate which is awesome, I have probably drank my weight in hot chocolate. I also made a few new friends while I was here. We stayed up and played games til about 1 in the morning which was pretty fun. I've also had a lot of time to read and write. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went home yesterday to get a few things and view the damage and I have about 14 trees down on my property so I'm going to be quite busy for some time when it warms up a little. The only good thing about that is, I'm going to be having one huge bon fire once its all said and done. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing that is really annoying me...the stupid Geico commercials...how many different things can they come up with about a caveman. And honestly, who the hell cares? I dont know its just getting a little old, move on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I still havent decided about my new job opportunity. Its still on the debate board. Well I'm bored and getting tired of staring at this screen so I'm going to go and walk around or go run for a little while. Hope everyone is having a great time and staying warm. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116914992143475162?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116914992143475162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116914992143475162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116914992143475162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116914992143475162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m Moving'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116879342049606380</id><published>2007-01-14T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T08:50:20.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Ice Oh Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking about changing my occupation.  I have a great job opportunity but I dont know whether or not I'm going to take it.  It's a great job, I would be making probably around 150,000 to 200,000 a year and I would be able to travel all over.  I just dont know though, I really like what I do now...I guess I'm just going to have to do some hard thinking and debating to decide what I'm going to do.  The money is great, but I wont be home very much.  That doesnt really bother me, but I would miss all my friends, and that would be hard to deal with.  Anyway we'll see and I will update you on what I decide.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we had a wonderful ice-storm the other day as a lot of you have noticed.  It knocked down about 12 trees and thats just in my yard.  So needless to say I have a lot of work to do when it warms up a little bit.  Since it took out the electricity we stayed one night in the house and then decided to go to Joplin and get a hotel room.  It's great.  I've been swimming and working out in the fitness room.  There are a lot of people here from my hometown actually.  Kinda weird yet fun.  I rode the bike 21 miles last night and then went swimming for about 20 laps or so.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I'm going to go to the gun show over at the John Q. building across the street.  I'm all excited, I am betting that I can find my guns there a lot cheaper then I would be able to at a pawn shop, sooo, if by some chance I do find them I might just be getting then.  Ooooo, doesnt that make your heart rate go up, talking about guns that is.  Guns are so much better then sex, not better then ice-cream, but very comparible to sex.  Anyway, I'm outta here, hope everyone in this storm is staying warm and having fun if they dont have electricity.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116879342049606380?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116879342049606380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116879342049606380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116879342049606380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116879342049606380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/01/ice-ice-oh-baby.html' title='Ice Ice Oh Baby'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116840142786134181</id><published>2007-01-09T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:57:07.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Necessary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It has come to my attention that I have offended some people.  This happens from time to time and we all need to be smart about it and realize what we need to do.  In this case an apology...not necessary...instead what I have to say about this is...quit reading my blog.  Simple solution, dont read and no offenses will take place.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving on, I go back to see the doctor next week.  I'm actually quite anticipating this visit.  My freakin' left hand has been numb for the past 3 days and its getting a little awkward.  It makes it a little hard to type so any spelling mistakes can be accredited to that.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well if the weather permits I'm going to go to the firing range tomorrow and shoot my guns for a while.  Thats always quite soothing.  Not a whole lot has been going on lately.  I went to the gym and when I walked in some lady was jamming out to DC/Talk.  It was rather funny.  She was jumping up and down doing something weird and then when she saw me she got embarrassed and quit.  She introduced herself and then left, weird one.  Anywho...I'm off to watch a movie, The Black Dahlia, and uhhh...maybe eat a little ice-cream...mmmm undecided so far.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116840142786134181?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116840142786134181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116840142786134181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116840142786134181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116840142786134181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-necessary.html' title='Not Necessary'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116805916918504537</id><published>2007-01-05T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T13:26:07.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I added to my family the other day. I bought a new shotgun, mmmm its beautiful. 12 gauge, pistol grip, no stock, mossberg. It holds 8 shells instead of the normal 4. Its the one that the marines and the army use. Great gun and very sexy looking. I'm going to get a Walther P22 and a Taurus .38 sometime in the near future, havent really decided when yet. And then later on down the road a Colt . 45 and a Desert Eagle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally quit my job today. I was getting sick and tired of driving down to that shit-hole town cassville. It was way to small and full of stuck up people. I called a few of my favorite clients and told them where I was going, but I'm just glad to be out of there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a question that I would like some advice on. The other day I received the last thing holding me together with desiree, my ex. I tell her that since there isnt anything left holding us together to leave me alone cause I want nothing to do with her. Seems simple enough. All I want to do is move on with my life and forget about her completely. I thought she wanted nothing to do with me as well, but yet she sends me texts messages today. Why would she continue to heckle me if she doesnt like me. She tried to get under my skin by saying she knew I was fired, and that her boy would be able to support her and her family, unlike her father and I would have been able too I guess is what she meant, cause her mother has to support them.  I dont claim to be anything, that way I'm not a hypocrit, but she claims to be a good christian girl, and yet loves the opportunity to try and put me down. Any ideas on why she still does this....anyone......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I had a girl ask me if I wanted to marry her the other day. Kind of awkward I thought, usually the guys ask the girls, but hey whatever. I said no of course, I have no desire to get married and I dont have enough time left to get married. I like being alone. I've always been alone, its comforting. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 Seconds to Mars...I dont know how much I've talked about them, but wow, you oughta listen to their music. Jared Leto is the lead singer and the writer of the music. He's a really good writer. The songs are just extremely well written and the music to go with it is terrific. Well I'm going to the sports bar tomorrow to watch the games with some friends, that should be fun. But right now I'm going to go to the gym and run. Adios&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116805916918504537?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116805916918504537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116805916918504537' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116805916918504537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116805916918504537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/01/advice.html' title='Advice...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116769702079353465</id><published>2007-01-01T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:17:00.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Another year, whoopy fuckin' do.  Who cares about another year, all it is good for is getting older, which is only depressing.  I still have yet to really understand what life is supposed to be all about.  I mean life is just like one big Death Row ward, all we do is just wait to die.  So is our purpose to try and find happiness until we bite the bullet?  If so, then why the hell is it so hard to find.  Not all of us find inner happiness from a hooker name candycane in which we end up getting Hepatitis C, and even if it was so, thats only a momentary gratification.  You obviously can't buy it, cause everything that can be bought either breaks or wears out.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I watched The Wicker Man, that was pretty stupid and boring.  Also watched Lady in the Water and this one was boring as well.  I rented World Trade Center but I havent watched it yet.  I went to the gym earlier and ran that was a blast.  I havent ran much lately so it felt pretty good to do that.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My friend and I went to a bar here in town the other day.  It was pretty cool, espcially for my town.  It is underground and pretty upbeat.  Ended up drinking quite a bit, the drinks were just a lot better there then at the other places that we have been too.  Had a huge bill though....ahhh.  Then I went to the liquor store and bought all the flavored vodkas and made a skittle for us....it wasnt near as good as the one that I had with my sis, but it was pretty good.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I'm bored and I think I'm going to go back to the gym for a while.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116769702079353465?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116769702079353465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116769702079353465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116769702079353465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116769702079353465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2007/01/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116725176106546877</id><published>2006-12-27T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T12:36:01.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Is it just me or is it rather annoying when that hair is on the bar of soap?  Now I dont use bar soap very often, but every once in a while I will.  But before I go to just lather soap on my wash cloth, I always check the soap to make sure there isnt any hair on it, cause hair is rather disgusting.  And low and behold there is always a hair.  You stand there trying to splash it off and it keeps moving to the opposite side.  You're just turning the bar over and over and over until finally it comes off or you wear down the bar of soap.  Drives me insane.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyway, how was X-Mas for ya'll?  Mine was pretty dog gone good.  I will just say that I love my sissy and brother-in-law.  I got an awesome pair of shoes from them to add to my closet full.  mmmmm, just what I wanted.  Although I havent gotten the gun that I wanted yet, but I should be getting it anytime now.  I got a whole bunch of other stuff too, altogether it was a pretty good christmas.  I had a fun time with my family.  My sis and I went to the bar one night to get a mojito.  Oh my gosh, yeah I finally got to get one and it was awesome.  I loved it.  The bartender was pretty cool, he gave us a few free drinks.  He gave me a scotch cause I told him I wanted to try it, and then he gave us something called a skittle.  Its all the smirnoff vodka's mixed together with a shot of redbull.  Wow, it was really good as well.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other then all that we just spent time together, playing games which was really fun and watching movies.  We watched Snakes on a Plane.  It was actually a lot better then what I thought it was going to be.  I am however really glad that I didnt go to the theater and watch it though.  We played the new Balderdash game which was just awesome, and then we played the Movie Scene It game, which was also pretty fun.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There isnt really much going on.  I'm getting ready for New Years.  Not exactly sure what I'm going to be doing for the new year, I dont know how many friends are going to be in town.  Its not really fun just hanging out by yourself.  Well anyway, I'm going to go and finish watching the movie that I started, just thought that I would update a little.  Hope everyone had a great chanukah.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116725176106546877?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116725176106546877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116725176106546877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116725176106546877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116725176106546877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/12/taste-rainbow.html' title='Taste the Rainbow'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116658416878329761</id><published>2006-12-19T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:09:48.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What is wrong with you people?!?  NO!  I dont want to date your daughter, neice, sister, cousin, granddaughter, or your mother.  Quit trying to set me up with people.  Especially people anywhere around the cassville area.  I dont have enough time or patience to start a whole new relationship.  It takes too much time to get to know someone and I'm not wasting my time on that.  So do me a favor and QUIT asking me.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow has finally come.  I've been waiting for three weeks now to see the doctor again.  Anyway, I've got everything for X-Mas ready except wrapping a few presents.  I'm all excited.  I'm going to spend it with my sister and I'm going a few days early and we are going to run together.  I think that will be pretty fun.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have yet to try a mojito.  I havent been to the bar or club in a while.  Everybody's been so busy with it being Christmas and all, blah, and its no fun going by yourself.  I'd make it myself, but I'd mess it up.  When it comes to bartending the best thing I'm good at is taking the top of the bottle.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS I WANT TO ACCOMPLISH BEFORE I DIE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel to all 50 states&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to Australia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Own a Porsche ------dont think its going to happen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get married ---------this one is very very doubtful as well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write a movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a daughter-------looking like adoption&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ride a bike through Wal-Mart or the mall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ride a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have someone fired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn to play the piano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most are pretty lame I know.  I havent really thought long and hard about most of them.  And out of all of those the only one I really truly care about is a daughter.  I would like to have a little girl.  Ok well I have some ice-cream calling my name so I'm outta here.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116658416878329761?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116658416878329761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116658416878329761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116658416878329761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116658416878329761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116646367011209828</id><published>2006-12-18T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T09:41:10.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending Never Expected...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So last night was the season finale of the best show I've seen in years, Dexter.  I never expected the ending that they gave it.  I was totally blown away.  I dont know if I'll be able to wait for next seasons show.  I hope that I make it.  Sociopath Dexter....awwww my hero.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I got to work early and decided to go across the street and get some hot chocolate, mmmm.  Then I took a little detour over to the post office and wasted a dollar to mail a dvd that is going to be going about 1/4 of a mile.  Whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had a client bring in some peanut and cashew brittle.  Oh my gosh.  I'm not much of one for those two, I like pecan brittle, but this stuff is just...outstanding!  I was just going to eat one piece, but I'm starting on my 8th.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So if you cant tell I'm rather bored.  Who actually cares about my trip to the post office or how many pieces of candy I've eaten.  Blah.  The only thing I really have on my mind is Christmas....oooooo presents, I cant wait.  For the first time I actually dont have a clue as to what I'm getting, and its really kinda bugging me.  Anyways, I'm hungry so I'm outta here.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116646367011209828?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116646367011209828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116646367011209828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116646367011209828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116646367011209828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/12/ending-never-expected.html' title='Ending Never Expected...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116641582804138306</id><published>2006-12-17T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:23:48.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killin' Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have so many things to talk about and yet I dont know what to say.  With everything thats on my mind, all I can think about is May.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So lets see...and yes I meant for that to rhyme.  After being up for over 40 hours I took a much needed 17 hour sleep...but yet it was just quantity not quality, cause it sucked.  One more week until Christmas and I still have one more person to buy something for.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My family and I had our yearly tradition last night of watching the funniest X-Mas movie ever.  National Lampoons: Christmas Vacation.  Always a riot.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I realize that this entry was so long and I apologize for that, but really I'm bored and just dont feel like being on here, I just wanted to waste some time.  So, happy Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa and Merry New Year.  Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116641582804138306?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116641582804138306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116641582804138306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116641582804138306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116641582804138306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/12/killin-time.html' title='Killin&apos; Time...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116619478395171486</id><published>2006-12-15T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T07:51:18.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yadda yadda yadda</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm...five more days till I go and see the doctor again. He had better give me a prescription this time cause this pain is really starting to hurt. Not that I'm just wanting pills for everything, but I just want something that will take the pain away so I can at least get a good nights sleep. I havent slept in weeks. The only nights that I ever sleep without waking up are when I pretty much drink myself to sleep and pass out on my friends couch. But then of course I wake up with a terrible headache. So its a tough call on which is worse, the headache or no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough complaining. 10 More days till X-Mas. Whoop! Whoop!  I think we should have a Christmas about every three months, if not that then at least twice a year.  This year I'm going to spend Christmas with my sister and brother-in-law.  I'm pretty excited about that.  I get to see my little four legged nephew, aww....pretty kitty.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weather channel is predicting about four more big snows like we just had.  And one of those is supposed to be coming before Christmas.  Now I wouldnt mind one on Christmas but the day after it better be melted.  I'm already sick of this weather and want it to be warm again.  I want to go to the lake.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, even though I'm not getting all of you a gift this year, if by some chance you want to get me one.....I wont complain.  So if you need my address just let me know and I'll be more then happy to send it to you.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been on a hot chocolate kick here lately.  For the past two and a half weeks, I've been craving hot chocolate.  So I went and bought two boxes at wal-mart, one with mini marshmellows and the other as a butterfinger flavor...mmmmm.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The quick trips have pretty good stuff too.  Well I'm going to go for now, hope ya'll are doing well...except for some of you....BLAH.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116619478395171486?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116619478395171486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116619478395171486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116619478395171486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116619478395171486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/12/yadda-yadda-yadda.html' title='yadda yadda yadda'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116598855043663243</id><published>2006-12-12T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:00:27.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Its only 13 more days till Christmas. Woo Hoooo. I'm sooooo ready. I got all my gifts bought except for 3 people. Yep, I have 3 more people to buy for, out of a grand total of 5 people. haha. I'm good. I'm going to go and finish my shopping tomorrow...if you dont get sometime from me, its either cause I dont like you or....ummm....well there is two people I know that will read this and they know that I love them even though I didnt get them anything....but for the rest of you that get nothing from me....well yeah I just dont like you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So how about that dad gome snow. Pissed me off. I didnt mind the snow as much, but the damn ice was a killer. We had 4 inches of ice underneath the snow. I had 4-wheel drive so it didnt stop me, but it was rather annoying when it came to getting out with my friends. I'm looking forward to the next night that we go out. I have a new drink that I just love, Long Island Ice-Tea...mmmm so tasty, and there is another one that I'm wanting to try...a Mojito. Rum, lime juice and mint leaves. Sounds delightful. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok well I'm bored and feel like watching a movie. So I'm going to go for now. Hope everyone is doing good. I love "YOU" ya, YOU, and before you even ask me.....no, I'm not. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116598855043663243?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116598855043663243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116598855043663243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116598855043663243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116598855043663243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-hour.html' title='Last Hour'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116554900333860958</id><published>2006-12-07T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:36:43.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Whom It May, whatever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So what is a best friend?  Lets see, I think a best friend is somewhat like a soulmate, someone that you cant reallly imagine your life without.  A best friend is always there for you when you need them and even there when you dont need them.  They are someone who always has the best intentions in mind for you.  They are the one who will pick you up at the bar at 1 in the morning when you are wasted and let you sleep at your house.  A best friend is there to give you hugs and kisses just to make you feel better.  A best friend will have a make-out session with you if you are feeling blue.  Basically a best friend is your left leg.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little "K"  I'll have you know that I love you little girl.  I know that you will probably never read this, but if by some chance you do, I just want you to know that I always tried my best to do what was best for you.  I will always love you no matter what.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I was up allllll night working on a test.  Understanding spinal pain.  Yes it was very interesting....not really but yet kinda.  I think I would enjoy reading the book more if I didnt have to do it.  If I was choosing to do it on my own I would actually love to do it.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soooo....another weekend on my own what shall I do this weekend.  Well, I might either go to the club, if some of my other friends arent working, I could go to a movie, but that is kinda boring by yourself, or I could just go to the KP, but I dont know who is going to be there so that might be quite boring.  I guess we'll just have to see what everyone has planned for the weekend.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I left to go to the gym a little while ago.  It was 13 degrees outside.  I dumped some water out on the porche and the second that it hit the cement, it froze.  Thats insane, when is summer going to get here...I'm ready to get back into the water and ride the boat.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright well I'm bored and I really have nothing to talk about just jibber jabber, so I am going to go and watch a movie or something.  Hope everyone is doing well, and I hope that "YOU" get to feeling better soon.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116554900333860958?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116554900333860958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116554900333860958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116554900333860958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116554900333860958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-whom-it-may-whatever.html' title='To Whom It May, whatever...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116522076540833425</id><published>2006-12-03T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:26:07.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias, casinO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well I dont really have anything in general to talk about, but I figured its another month so I might as well write something.  So I started out Wednesday evening for Arizona.  It started snowing and sleeting so I left a day early so I would make it to the airport for my flight.  I got down there and got a hotel room for the night.  I didnt sleep to well though cause I was missing my friends, sniffle.  The next morning I woke up and headed for the airport.  We were there two hours early so I decided to go and wait at the bar, you know kill a few hours and have a few drinks.  A couple hours got turned into a few hours.  We were delayed and then eventually canceled.  So we decided we might try and just drive to AR.  That didnt work very well.  We got about 25 miles outside of Tulsa in about 2 hours or so.  The roads were awful so we just turned around and went back to Tulsa for the night.  My parents ended up getting plane tickets for Friday but I decided to just come on home.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While in Tulsa I went to a casino.  It was huge it was like 10 casinos in one.  I put in 10 dollars and won 60 just like that.  I thought that I would just cash out.  But I went back to that same machine and won another 60 dollars.  120 in no time.  I figured my luck was probably done with that so I decided to quit while I was ahead.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Christmas is sneaking up on us.  I'm not really in the Christmas mood this year.  I'm all for buying the gifts and everything just not one for decorating and putting up a tree for some reason this year.  I thought the snow might put me in more of a Christmas mode, but it hasnt yet, its just pissed me off more then anything.  *wink*  Someone might know why...no one else will though.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Educational note:  I've gotten a few emails and a few comments on here from people that dont think that I know what love is...I'm not going to go into what I think love is.....*cough*...but I thought that I did and I think that I do, But...Just so I know for sure why dont you guys email me or for those that dont have my email, comment me and let me know what it is.......so I will know in the future.  I'm serious, I'm not being sarcastic like I am 99.9% of the time.  I want to know from all my readers what they truly believe love is.  Thanks.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got my Christmas gift picked out for myself.  I'll be getting a nice hefty tax return back and I'm going to buy myself a beautiful handgun.  Or....or just maybe if its a little bit more then what I'm anticipating I'm going to buy me another sniper rifle...ooooooo I just get the goosebumps thinking about it.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I'm bored and have nothing else to say so until next time....adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116522076540833425?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116522076540833425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116522076540833425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116522076540833425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116522076540833425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/12/gracias-casino.html' title='Gracias, casinO'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116438743843593769</id><published>2006-11-24T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:23:26.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Smell That?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I had an epiphany last night around 12:30. I was lying in my bed half asleep and half awake. Then a thought popped into my head. Love is like manure. Yep, you read that right, manure. When you first start a relationship, both people have a mask on, hince why you cant smell it. It all seems to perfect and warm feeling. But then as the relationship moves on, its not as warm feeling and not near as cozy. The mask that we wear is taken off and then everything just smells like shit. Feelings are hardened and everything stinks. Over time manure hardens, but it never loses its scent. So, therefore I come to the conclusion that love is a big pile of shit. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, chicken day is over with and I am absolutely not ready for Christmas. The one thing that I am looking forward to is watching Christmas Vacation. The best holiday movie ever made. Favorite quote: "We're gonna have the hap hap happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby danced with Danny fuckin' K." I ate way too much turkey yesterday. As soon as I got home I was going to take a short 20 minute nap and I was out for a few hours. When I woke up I proceeded to go the the gym and then come home to my yummy ice-cream. Then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my readers, I'm getting ready to go on a short little trip and I'll be riding in a AerOplane...so if by some chance I, like John Denver, dont make it back alive I want you all to know one thing...ok I got nothing to tell ya I thought I might but I dont.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one thing that I hate worse then running out of toilet paper when your on the pot, is gossipers.  I dont care who is screwing who or who just did whatever.  I'm not just talking about celebrity gossip, which is probably the worse, well, second worst, the worst is probably my ex's family...woah.  Anyway, I just get so fed up with hearing about it.  People thrive on it and then come to me and act like I am interested when really, I dont give a fuck.  Wow thats the second time I've said that word in this post, and the second time I've ever said it on my blog.  If it offends you, there is a small red X at the top right hand corner of your screen.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well anyway, its extremelly warm outside and I dont care to stay in here so I'm going to leave for now.  If you went shopping today, congrats you brave little person you, you couldnt get me out unless I was able to take a shotgun.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116438743843593769?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116438743843593769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116438743843593769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116438743843593769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116438743843593769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-smell-that.html' title='You Smell That?...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116422458011380678</id><published>2006-11-22T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:43:00.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor KNOW...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ok I picked the title for two reasons...one being that I went to the doctor yesterday, which I will expound on here in just a few moments.  The other reason is that its Thanksgiving weekend and every year they have a Bond marathon on t.v.   Anywho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The doctor...I get there about 20 minutes or so early.  They tell me to have a sit so I do and I wait, and wait.... and I wait some more.  For over an hour and a half I sit there and I wait.  Then finally, Christopher.... yes.... they call me back.  They weigh me and then take me to my smaller waiting room.  Now here I am again waiting....I wait in this smaller waiting room for over 30 minutes for the doctor to get in there...finally the door opens and in walks the great almighty doctor...hand shakes....introductions...then he tells me to lay down, he examines my neck and then feels my head and then tells me to come back in 3 weeks.  WHAT...  all that time just to hear come back in three weeks... I was joking with my friends about it, but I think I would have rather heard you have about 6 months to live, rather then, ok come back in three weeks.  What a waste of my time.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tomorrow is the big feast.  turkey, ham, potatoes, baked beans, bisquits, pies, cakes, cookies...mmmmm.  Cant you just count the calories....oh its sooo good.  I can just think of it now, it'll be an extra 4 hours on the tredmil for me.  Woo hoo.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok well this entry is rather short and boring but I really have nothing to talk about.  So I am off, I am going to go read a book courtesy of my friend "P" thanks.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116422458011380678?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116422458011380678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116422458011380678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116422458011380678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116422458011380678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/11/doctor-know.html' title='Doctor KNOW...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116365417714776309</id><published>2006-11-15T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:16:17.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIP HIP....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Horray!  In a few more days I will have a huge part of my life, a part that I care to forget, gone.  My house will no longer be my responsibility and my "ex" and I will no longer have any ties to each other.  AMEN!!  That will be a big relief in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh so lets see, gobble gobble day is coming up on us now.  I have a love/hate relationship with this day.  I love it because I am a food fanatic.  I love to eat, but I also am one that watches my figure.  I've been fat and I dont care to ever go back there again.  So, I workout everyday in order to stay skinny, like run 1 to 2 hours and lift weights.  Thanksgiving kills me because I always have more then one dinner to go to and if you dont eat you hurt their feelings.  So I eat, not that it bothers me.  Although this year seeing as how I'm single I shouldnt have as many dinners to go to.  But that doesnt mean that I'm not still going to eat like a piggy.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that I have learned over the course of my life, these are all unarguably correct: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont ever argue with a woman they are ALWAYS right, even when they are wrong.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love really is a waste of time, the only thing you will ever get out of it is disappointment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My baby Gracie is the cutest most adorable thing on the face of this earth, and always will be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends with benefits always get complicated, either date or just be friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a damn fool to buy a house with someone you aren't married too.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys that make fun of other guys are just insecure about themselves....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies are a necessity in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long distance relationships never work out........unless there is some side action going on...uh huh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Video games are for retards and are a waste of time, money, and space on this planet.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never leave the lid up on the toilet, it will come back to haunt you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm bored and cant sleep, but whats new.  I thought about going back to the gym and running some more but I already took a shower and I dont feel like taking another one tonight, so that plan is shot down.  I could go to walmart and get some ice-cream, but that means I would have to get dressed, and....that aint happening.  What to do what to do....hmmmm.  Oh I know I'll go watch a movie, yeah that sounds like a good idea.  Well if I dont write before thanksgiving dinner day....ummm, too bad.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116365417714776309?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116365417714776309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116365417714776309' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116365417714776309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116365417714776309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/11/hip-hip.html' title='HIP HIP....'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116244514190018664</id><published>2006-11-02T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:28:34.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mystery/Suspense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lucky Number Slevin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Memento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Machinist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Usual Suspects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116244514190018664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116244514190018664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116244514190018664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/11/top-five.html' title='Top Five'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116236390194466078</id><published>2006-11-01T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:56:01.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction Without a Cure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I hate Halloween! What an introduction...there are just way too many idiots out and about. Maybe if people knew how to drive and walk around on the streets at night, it wouldn't be so bad, but they dont, so hence therefore why I hate halloween. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past, I have always been a people pleaser. I've always wanted to make people happy. Whether it was at school by being the class clown or in a relationship of mine by doing whatever it took to make that person at the time happy. In my relationships I've done everything from changing the way I look, dress, and act, to actually getting rid of friends. Not just acquaintances, but I'm talking my best friends. I ditched them like I never knew them. Well as of now I'm done with all of that. I'm done trying to impress people or make a good impression so that they will stay with me or want to be with me. Starting right now I'm just going to be myself. In a relationship, both parties are supposed to be happy, not just one. And I have rarely been happy cause I was always constantly worrying whether or not I was making them happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now I have two friends...the BEST of best friends. I love them dearly and I'm not going to be shutting them out of my life no matter what or who comes along. As for the "one" and yes you know who you are, I do love you, and what you've seen of me, is the real me. Its not a act, I'm not pretending to be something I'm not. What you've seen is what you would get, and I know that you like who I am. And just for a side note, I want you to know that umm...I'm addicted to you and am in constant "aww" by you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My new anthem for my life is a song by 30 Seconds to Mars - The Kill. Basically about a guy who tried to be someone he wasnt to make his girl happy. He started being himself and she left and he doesnt care because he's happy now that he is himself. My man, you have it right. No matter how pretty a girl is, (or guy for you girls reading this) why sacrifice being yourself. You are never going to be happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywho...my feelings were hurt deeply today. After school all the kids walked around the square to visit all the local businesses and get candy in their costumes. I got to watch a few minutes of it, but I had to work through most of it. I did however see a little girl that I knew and I went to give her a hug and she looked at me like I was a stranger...sniffle. This was a little girl that used to be in love with me, I dont know if she forgot me or just didnt want to give me a hug. But either way it kinda hurt my feelings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well tonight I'm dedicating a couple of songs to that special someone....kiss kiss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rascal Flatts - Waiting All My Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alan Jackson - She Dont Know She's Beautiful &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and of course cant forget the greatest love song ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firehouse - When I Look Into Your Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios to all hope November is great for everyone....mmm mmmm Turkey and Ham I cant wait for you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116236390194466078?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116236390194466078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116236390194466078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116236390194466078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116236390194466078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/11/addiction-without-cure.html' title='Addiction Without a Cure...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116146034987733595</id><published>2006-10-21T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:46:40.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Futures Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;With my eyes looking forward I see something that I never thought would be there. With words I don’t even know how to begin to describe what I see...Its something that everyone longs for, but as time goes on, the percentage of people that actually get it declines. An "alter ego" is desired by everyone, but only a selected few actually ever find it. I hate always using lines and examples from movies, but... I watched City of Angels last night, no matter how you feel about the film, if you are a romantic you have to admit that the whole plot was to die for. (no pun intended) A man so in love with a woman gave up everything he had, even though he only truly had a few hours with her, because she sadly died. But he didn’t regret one second of it. Some of his last words were, I would rather of had one breath of her hair, one taste of her kiss, one touch of her hand...then an eternity without it, ONE. When I look in front of me, I see what appears to be an angel, beautiful and bright. Its so desirable that I never want to close my eyes in fear that it might all be a dream, and if I close them, it will disappear. (insert here - Aerosmith's -I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first round on this playground that we call life, rarely works out how we always dreamed it would as a child. But serendipity usually takes place and happiness almost always finds its way into our lives. The sad thing is a lot of us were cursed to go more then one round with the end result of many scars and bruises. But for most of us, that is a blessing because when we finally do find that happiness we cherish it more because we earned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serendipity has been the theme of my life. I have loved and I have lost. I have cherished and I have despised. But with my eyes forward, I know that I have never loved or cherished anything more then what I do now. Have patience, diligence, endurance…and happiness will come to all. It will come to those who don’t pursue after it. You have to want it, but you have to have the patience for it to come to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116146034987733595?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116146034987733595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116146034987733595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116146034987733595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116146034987733595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/10/futures-past.html' title='The Futures Past'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116034719683453033</id><published>2006-10-08T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T15:39:56.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promiscuous</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well I stayed up til about 5 a.m. watching movies.  I watched Lucky Number Slevin and then Hostel.  Hostel sucked but Lucky Number Slevin was awesomely original and I loved it.  Just when you think you have it all figured out it does something like The Usual Suspects on ya.  Wild fun.   I also have a new song that I cant get out of my head here lately...Apologize by One Republic, great song and great group.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what have I been up to lately...well...besides being promiscuous muahaha, not a whole lot.  Working and working out thats about the main thing.  I went on a sort of date yesterday.  It went ok...She was really pretty, older then me *always* a plus, and she's the daughter of of a VERY rich family...hahahaha, another *major* plus.  Not that me, Christopher, would ever get with a girl because of money...hahahahahahaha.  BMW here I come.  Yeah anyways, so next weekend we are going to go and play golf, that should be interesting.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to the golf range after our date yesterday and hit a bucket of balls....havent lost a thing, I still got.  My first ball went flying up to the 300 yard marker.  The second one went right on by it.  I love that feeling.  Great game, it you havent ever learned I suggest you try.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, well I'm bored and my parents are watching Lucky Number Slevin so thats what I'm going to do until I go to the gym....adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116034719683453033?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116034719683453033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116034719683453033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116034719683453033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116034719683453033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/10/promiscuous.html' title='Promiscuous'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-116007819621377059</id><published>2006-10-05T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T12:56:36.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me, I'm one that loves holidays.  Christmas, Thanksgiving, Independance Day, all of them...but...Columbus Day?!?!  Now I realize its not really a holiday, but the government still recognizes it as one because they take off.  Now...let me get this straight.  A man takes three ships and sets sail for INDIA.  He lands in America.  He got the wrong freaking country and yet he still gets a whole day in his name.  Thats messed up.  Now on that subject...THEY ARENT INDIANS...quit calling them that, they are native americans.  Indians live in India.  Stupid Columbus.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, am I the only one that notices this or am I not alone...in the movies and t.v. shows (mainly t.v.) when there is a driving scence, that steering wheel seems to be EXTREMELY loose while they are driving a *straight* line.  Their hands are just moving back and forth like they are on an obstacle course, yet they arent swerving a bit.  That drives me nuts to watch that.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I went to Wal-Mart yesterday and I bought my first round of Halloween candy.  mmmmm I ended up getting like 45 dollars worth of candy.  Awwww I just love halloween.  So on another subject...David Hasselhoff, muahahahahaha, have you heard his new song, Jump In My Car.  Its brand new yet its done like its 20 years old.  The music video is him driving around in KIT.  Holy cow, is this guy really that hard up for money.  I still cant get the sight of him running up the beach out of my head....ewww.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I am going to go watch some cartoons I think.  I feel like watching some Bug Bunny or maybe some Angry Beavers.  Havent really decided yet.  Ok well, hope all is well with everyone.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-116007819621377059?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/116007819621377059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=116007819621377059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116007819621377059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/116007819621377059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/10/what.html' title='What......'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115949981354666986</id><published>2006-09-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:19:20.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why are people so jealous when it comes to relationships. I'll admit it, I've been there. I'm done with it though. I realize that all it does is kill the relationship. But even though I've been there, I still dont understand why it even exists. Is it impossible to have a friendship level relationship with someone who is married? My two best friends are married and both their husbands hate me with a passion. They dont even know me and they have said that if they run into me they are gonna break my legs. One of the husbands decided that he is leaving because he thinks that I'm screwing his wife. What a pansey little prick. If I thought someone was sleeping with my wife I would confront them. Anyway, its all good though cause she was trying to think of a way to tell him that she wanted a divorce anyway, so she's alright with it. But it still pisses me off. Espcecially since I've never even touched her or had any sort of sexual thought about her. She's more like a big sister to me then anything, always telling me what to do and watching out for me. Now...her best friend *wink* MEEEEEOOOOW. If she wasnt married...I would probably be getting with her. I might have a slight crush on her. But nothing that anyone, including a husband should worry themselves about. But yet he too wants to break my legs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just dont understand it. Men of course are a lot more violent. Always talking about how they're gonna beat up this person or kill that guy. Girls just get pissy and make the mans life a living hell. It doesnt matter whether what they hear is the truth or just a rumor they both jump to conclusions. No one talks anymore these days, and that right there is why RELATIONSHIPS SUCK and cannot and should not exist. Screw being tied down to one person. Fly free little bird...build your nest here and there and just fly free and have fun. Just be careful and keep an eye out for a bigger bird or a hunter with a gun. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115949981354666986?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115949981354666986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115949981354666986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115949981354666986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115949981354666986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/09/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115895168765596494</id><published>2006-09-22T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:16:38.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscience</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What makes humans different from animals? Is it feelings...no, animals have feelings thats why they cower when you yell at them. We have a conscience, we know the difference between right and wrong. Other then that I see no difference between us. A dog eats the thanksgiving turkey cause he's hungry and doesnt know any better. A serial killer kills because he doesnt care, he has no conscience. They know its wrong but they find joy in it. I dont know why I typed such a long intro when all I really wanted to say is that my conscience has flown out the window. I really dont care anymore nor think about the consequences of my actions. And even if I do think about what might happen to me, say, if I was to rob a bank (just an example) I really dont care whether or not I would get caught. I guess I just feel burnt out on life. Nothing really has importance to me. I get up go to work and then go to bed. I'm thinking about changing jobs, give me a little different view in life and I think that this is where all this is coming from. What I want to do is a contradiction to the conscience that I used to have. My body is saying go for it, get yourself a change and my mind is saying, there is some reason why you dont just jump to this new change. So I'm kind of in a state of limbo and I dont know what I want to do. Blah blah blah, boring little Christopher. Such a whinner, grow up, go get a girlfriend or a life at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115895168765596494?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115895168765596494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115895168765596494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115895168765596494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115895168765596494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/09/conscience_22.html' title='Conscience'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115851614289969848</id><published>2006-09-17T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:08:31.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meaning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I’ve started to wonder what the meaning of life is. I am almost sick of it. I’m not going to kill myself or anything that rational, but I’m sick of being here. The only thing life holds is pain. No matter what it is, everything ends with pain. And in the end, no matter what, no matter who you are, you die alone. I’m just tired of the pain that this life carries with it. Its unfair, I didn’t choose this, it was against my will. I’m sick and tired of people telling me that I’m only 21. I know, I live in my body, I know how freaking old I am. Life gets better they say, your young, happiness will come…blah blah. You’ll find someone so special and your whole life will turn around. These are the people I just want to ball my fist up and break their nose and tell them to keep their wonderfully cheerful happy happy joy joy crap to themselves. True love - soul mates…they don’t exist. Wake up people. There is no such thing as the one true love. Forget everything I’ve ever said in the past of my entire blog. I don’t even know if “love” can truly exist between two people anymore. I think it’s a waste of time to love someone, cause like I said in the end, the only thing that really happens is you turn out to be alone. You waste your time and energy loving someone and then you either split or one of you will die. The only thing you get from either situation is heartache. Is it worth…some of you I’m sure say yes, but in reality…no. The only thing heartache does is put you in a depressed state that nobody likes to be in, unless of course you are a hypochondriac. I believe John Mayer said it best when he wrote the song Gravity…”gravity is working against me, and gravity wants to bring me down” Thank you John, always there to help me with my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what to do?…truthfully, I don’t have an honest answer as to what you should do. I know what I’m going to do though. I can say that as of this day I’m going to stop looking for my potential “wife” and just have fun. I will never, and I mean never tell a girl that I love them again, no matter how bad they may want to hear it from me. Maybe…just maybe I might give them the satisfaction of hearing the word “ditto” as Patrick Swayze did on the movie Ghost. But I don’t think I can bring myself to use those three words anymore. People these days just don’t realize how deep those three HUGE words can go. They just throw them out there like they are nothing. Bachelor life is the way to go. My best friend tells me I’m too good of a guy to deprive that girl that is looking for me out there of me, but I’m sick of the way I get treated. So I’m the only commitment that I’m making is to be a bachelor…Now I’m no George Clooney, but I think he really has something here, never getting married. It’s cheaper, you don’t have to worry about anything. You don’t have to ask for permission to do anything. Cant be accused of cheating and you cant be cheated on. Its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I might elaborate more on some of my new thoughts, but its lunch time and I’m hungry so I’m going to go for now. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115851614289969848?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115851614289969848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115851614289969848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115851614289969848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115851614289969848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/09/meaning.html' title='meaning...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115794390767352435</id><published>2006-09-10T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:05:07.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>German...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So I went out last night with a couple of friends.  We uhh, had a good time mainly.  We went to cheddars and I walked in a put my name down cause there was a huge line outside waiting to be seated.  The lady told me it would be about 45 minutes.  So I went back outside and the two girls were like "I'm starving"  So I heard them call...*German, party of three, German party of three please*  I looked at them and we headed in.  haha, We walked up to the lady and we said yes we're the German party.  Right this way please.  40 minutes before we were to be seated, now how cool is that.  I know I know those poor people didnt get their seats, but It was fun.  Anyway...thats all I have for right now.  I'm getting ready to go watch a movie.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115794390767352435?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115794390767352435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115794390767352435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115794390767352435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115794390767352435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/09/german.html' title='German...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115773832805034191</id><published>2006-09-08T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:58:48.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I had so many things I was wanting to talk about and now that I'm here typing I dont remember a one of them...that really ticks me off.  Oh well let me think of something here.  Do you ever have that dream where you like in grade school again and you know when you were there you had to raise your hand if you had a question, well you ever wake up and and realize that you are raising your hand up.  Then you just kinda laugh and think, stupid and go back to bed right?  Or am I the only one who ever has those kind of dreams.  Well anyway, last night I was having a dream that I was getting my picture taken, and I sat up smiling really big and waited.  Then I woke up completely and looked over at my phone and saw it was 4 in the morning. I felt stupid.  What a waste of perfectly good sleep.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watched Dane Cook's Vicious Circle again last night with my sister and parents.  Just as funny the second time around as it was the first.  Although I laughed more cause I started laughing at them when they would laugh.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well one of my best friends is leaving me today to go on a cruise for a whole week.  Sniffle, not really sure what I'm going to do for a whole week without her.  And hmmm...the parents are gone this weekend...muahahaha, time to get a little mischievious?!?!?!?!......mmmmmmaybe.  We'll just have to see.  I'm feeling a little awnry.  Ok well I'm at work and it's time to get back to it, so I guess I will talk later.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115773832805034191?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115773832805034191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115773832805034191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115773832805034191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115773832805034191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/09/cheese.html' title='Cheese'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115762789113328953</id><published>2006-09-07T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:02:12.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faded Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've been wondering to myself if true love exists anymore. Yeah yeah I know what your thinking...oh poor me, its just a phase, your heart broken blah blah flipping blah. No honestly...I am beginning to quesiton the existence of true love. Now I'm not saying that love doesnt exist, cause well...love makes the world go round, or is there a big kid spinning us around like we used to spin the globe in geography class...I dont remember anymore. Anyway...I think puppy love exists. But anything higher then that I have to question. Maybe my theme is that one song, Looking for love in all the wrong places. Oh well, either way, I'm not going to be looking for love anymore. Nope...I'm done looking for it. I'm either not going to find it or it'll just come and hit me in the face one day. Either way I dont care...but for now what I've decided to focus my intention on, besides just girls in general is the size of the bank account. oooo yeah. I'm going to make an application and it they aint making over 90,000/year...well so long. Dont even send it in. I want someone who is going to support me cause from this moment on I've lost all interest in doing anything. I just want to be a stay at home movie watching bum....Sooo anyone looking for a bum give me a holler. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok so now what. Its six in the morning and I have yet to get to bed. I'm wide awake. I'm meeting a friend for breakfast in like an hour and a half. Then we're going to go work out. Yeah got work on these guns of mine. Muahahaha. Friends are something I've not had too many of. I had 2 my entire high school career. I have a couple that I consider good friends but they live so far off that I rarely to never see them which sucks. But recently I have aquired two really good friends that actually live in my town. Its kinda cool we all just kind of clicked. We call each other all throughout the day and will talk about our problems at the moment or just make fun of each other...you know whatever feels right at the time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohhh, so I finally gave in tonight and went to wal-mart at one in the morning to get some ice-cream. mmmm it was so delicious. I got three different kinds and I ate some of each. My mom got a new job which I believe her to be all excited about YAY! I am going to hopefully maybe if possible be getting a new job soon, unless of course my sugar mama comes to my rescue here soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've found a new addiction and I really dont understand why its an addiction cause I dont know anything about it nor do I know how to work it, but myspace.com. I finally got what they call a myspace. I believe it to be retarded, but I have one. Wooo hooo. Ok well seeing as how I'm really bored and running out of things to talk about, I'm going to go for now. Hope everyone has a wonderful day. Oh and if you get the chance to watch Dane Cook's Vicious Circle....holy cow...do it...I laughed so hard my stomach is killing me. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115762789113328953?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115762789113328953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115762789113328953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115762789113328953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115762789113328953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/09/faded-existence.html' title='Faded Existence'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115735324813668423</id><published>2006-09-03T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:00:48.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crikey!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well I dont know if this is really a surprise to anyone or not, its not to me, but the Crocodile Hunter, Steve Erwin was killed.  I always thought he'd die froma crocodile or alligator though.  He was killed by a stingray.  Crazy!  Oh well, that stuff happens I guess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ok well, its been so long that I dont even remember what I wrote about last time so if I repeat anything, well too bad you get to hear it again.  Well now that I said that, I cant really think of anything to say.  There isnt much that is new.  I joined a local gym and have been working out along with running at the track.  I've made a couple of good friends from the track...and I've met a lot of people that have been trying to set me up with their daughter or sister or whatnot.  Weird.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bought a vanilla frosty from Wendy's the other night.  mmmmmm I loved it.  I put it in the freezer for about 15 minutes to let it get a little bit more solid and it was then perfect.  I got a myspace thingy.  I dont see the big hubub about it.   Its nothing special, maybe its just because I have no clue how to work it.  Oh well, I have better things to do then spend all my time on the computer....like uhhh, watch movies, and ummm, well I'll get back with ya on that list.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went out on a date about a few weeks ago...well it wasnt realy a date date, but it was a date...I dont know.  Anyway, she was pretty and all, just a little young and a little too frisky for her age if you know what I mean.  So that didnt last too long.  Ummm...other then that I havent really been out with anyone, just made some friends.  I made a pact with a friend of mine the other day that if she wasnt married by the time she's 34, that'll make me 25, that we would marry each other.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been having a craving for japanese food lately.  So I'm going to have to get some friends to go with me, cause its totally boring and you look retarded when you go by yourself.  Ok well I'm bored and have nothing else to talk about so I'm going to go.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115735324813668423?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115735324813668423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115735324813668423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115735324813668423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115735324813668423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/09/crikey.html' title='Crikey!!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115505087130265114</id><published>2006-08-08T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:27:55.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I had a stupindeous idea come to me yesterday.  I had a little bit of down time yesterday so I did some thinking.  And what I decided was this...for my 25th birthday, my gift to myself is going to be something special.  If when I turn 25 I'm not maried or in a serious relationship, I am going to adopt a child.  I think that would be awesome.  I love kids and I think that would be the perfect age to get into parenthood.  Of course I know I wont get them on my 25th birthday but I will put in the papers to start the process of getting a child.  If I'm lucky I will be able to be a parent by age 26.  Anyway, that was my thinking and of course I know that all of you wanted to hear that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So lets see what else...I went and watched the movie The Descent.  All I can say about this movie was that it was very predictable and pathetic.  One of the worst horror movies I've ever seen in my life.  I was told that the monsters or whatever you want to call them, were men dressed in a thong with KY Jelly all over their body.  Thats just weird.  Anyway, I dont recommend it to people, even though I'll probably own it when it comes out, but I'm just weird like that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I know that this is a short entry, but really there hasnt been anything going on, so there isnt anything to talk about.  So I'll come back later when I have more ideas...adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115505087130265114?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115505087130265114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115505087130265114' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115505087130265114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115505087130265114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/08/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115446516120340744</id><published>2006-08-02T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T06:53:00.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Above the Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a rotten day yesterday was. I dont care that I was breaking the law it should be a crime to be able to pull me over. I am above the law. I realize that the trooper was just doing his job, so I'm not as mad at him as I am at the government. Personally I think that there shouldnt be such a job as a highway patrolmen. I dont really have much respect for that job...unless of course they are out dodging bullets then my ideas change. But how often does that happen, rarely. So...GET A REAL JOB...losers.  17 miles over the posted speed limit really isnt that much, everyone was doing it so why pick on poor little ole me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah so anyway enough about me griping about mean people...I dad bought a membership at this new fitness place for my family.  It's really cool, it's open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  So when I cant sleep at 3 in the morning I can just head down to the gym and pump some iron...woo hoo.  I'm actually super sore.  I havent lifted weights in quite a few months and my muscles are worn out and screaming at me calling me mean names.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets see...I cant really think of anything else to really gripe about....oh maybe that it took forever to get to work this morning seeing as how I had to drive the speed limit all the way to work.  I thought that I was going to grow old and die before I reached my destination.  ok ok ok enough...I'm out, Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115446516120340744?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115446516120340744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115446516120340744' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115446516120340744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115446516120340744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/08/above-law.html' title='Above the Law'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115397702270840785</id><published>2006-07-26T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:11:19.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOWZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well what a doozey. So the night before last I had a dream. It was about me and a friend of mine. Now I'm not going into detail because....well, its just none of your business. But anyway she's 10 years older then I am, that doesnt bother me in fact I really like that. I like older women, but anyway, the thing that is just kinda awkward about it is that she's married. The dream was that we got married. Yeah, thats the only thing thats just weird about it. Now if she wasnt married it would be one thing cause she's a beautiful lady, but i'm not one to mess around with relationships like that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyway, what else lets see. I went to walmart today. Woo Hoo...I got some orange koolaid. I'm still spending a lot of time down at the track. Like 2 1/2 to 3 hours a night. Oh and I've been playing a lot of online poker lately. I was doing good for a while but this weeks sucks. I've lost over 200,000 dollars in chips. I guess its a good thing that its play money cause if it was real money I'd go insane. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats really all thats been going on...nothing. I've been on an ice-cream kick lately. Ok thats enough. I'll talk later. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115397702270840785?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115397702270840785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115397702270840785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115397702270840785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115397702270840785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/07/wowza.html' title='WOWZA'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115350876775745969</id><published>2006-07-21T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:06:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I have had quite an interesting week.  Lets see, where to start.  Oh yeah we'll start here...I was working on a client of mine, for confidentiality reasons I wont mention anything about them, but I was working on them at their house.  I have a few clients that I work on at their home for different reasons.  Anyway...this client has a younger sister who thinks....who thinks that I'm "really hot", in her own words.  Flattering but whatever.  Anyway, so as I'm finishing up she walks by me and grabs my butt and squeezes it.  Woah...it had thrown my off guard, not that I was complaining but it had just been a while since anyone grabbed my butt like that.  So moving right along...afterwards I turn around and she is flashing me her boobs.  That was even more of a shock...haha.  Right after she did that she walked right up to me and grabbed my butt again and started rubbing up against me.  Very freaky, but I'm a guy so of course I didnt stop her.  Then to finish it all off I got a nice big ole wet kiss from her.  Oh did I mention I didnt know this girl....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So lets see what else...I bought a new car.  I'm so excited, my first brand new car.  I went to look for a used one and ended up getting a brand new 2006 Nissan Altima.  Its pretty sporty yet very luxurious.  I love it.  It drives as smooth as a 100,000 dollar car.  Its a special edition and has about everything but a nose picker in it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There has been a whole lot of other things that have went on but nothing that anyone cares to hear about, that or I just dont really care to tell you, I think thats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been starting to think alot.  I do believe that I am crazy.  haha, I believe that  shrink would find me clinically insane.  But thats not what I've been thinking about.  Relationship wise and girls all that crap....I seem to be shy at first and I dont know why.  I've never asked a girl out they always seem to come to me, but yet I'm shy at first.  Once I get to know them I'm fine.  I dont really understand why though.  Cause I'm not a shy person, once you get to really know me you'd think I was a socially butterfly.  But when it comes to girls I like....blah, cant seem to get the words out.  I would like to be as cool as David Caruso in the movie Jade...have to see it to know what I mean.  I'll have to work on that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, other then all that, just been spending time at the lake and playing with my new gun.  mmmmmm the water, its just so great.  Ok I'm out...talk to ya'll later.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115350876775745969?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115350876775745969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115350876775745969' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115350876775745969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115350876775745969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/07/freaky.html' title='Freaky...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115323503569685934</id><published>2006-07-18T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:05:18.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh..The Pain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was listening to the radio on my way to work this morning. They were talking about unusual news postings and I thought that this was hilarious. June 3rd a man went to a store and bought a lottery ticket, this is in New Zealand by the way. On June 6th the man died. The family put the lottery ticket in the mans suit jacket in which they burried him. Later they find out that the ticket is a winning ticket of 250,000 dollars. They are now trying to get with the city to dig him up to get the ticket....how sad is that. If it was someone in my family, I would have already had them dug up. I would have went out there the second I found out with my shovel and pick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heartburn...holy cow. I've never had this crap. I woke up this morning and this extreme burning feeling was in my chest. I couldnt find anything to get rid of it. I drank a ton of water, ate some animal crackers, tipped up a bottle of pepto bismol, and then finally got rid of it with a couple of tums. I was never so relieved in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still going to the track every night. I run the stairs for about an hour, blah. Its hurts so good. It has been so hot and humid out that I look like I just went and jumped in a swimming pool when I get done running. After I do stairs I usually run a few miles around the track. Either doing sprints or just a steady pace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to the lake....oh my gosh. It was 102 degrees out. Usually you can stay on the boat for about an hour or so laying out getting some sun and then jump in the water get wet for a little bit and do it all over again. But you just had to stay in the water, it was just to miserable outside of it. I do have a nice wonderful tan now though. I look like a brown little bisquit. I'm thinking I'll be going back this weekend as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting a new vehicle...I havent decided yet on what I'm getting though. Its between a Nissan truck and a Nissan Altima. It'll probably be the Altima cause it gets a lot better gas mileage. But I'm not sure yet. My next big item that I plan on getting is my motorcycle. That is something that I cant wait for. Woo Hoo. I cant remember if I told everybody yet or not, but I got a new gun. hee hee, I finally got my sniper rifle, you have no idea how excited I am. I got this awesome scope on it that I could shoot a flea from about 2,000 yards away. Ohhhh I love it. I havent named it yet though. Thats a big decision always takes me a while to think of a name for my guns. Yeah I know call me crazy, naming my guns, but its a ritual of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok well I am going to go take a nap, so I will talk to ya'll later. Hope everone is doing well. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115323503569685934?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115323503569685934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115323503569685934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115323503569685934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115323503569685934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/07/ohthe-pain.html' title='Oh..The Pain!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115228486215514768</id><published>2006-07-07T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T08:07:42.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Last Words!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This makes you really wanna think before you speak, or at least it does for me.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does this button do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's probably just a rash. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you sure the power is off?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The odds of that happening have to be a million to one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've seen this done on TV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can do that with my eyes closed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've done this before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look ma! no hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't worry, it's not contagious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course it's safe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It can't get any worse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They can't hit us at this range&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's only one way to find out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know this great shortcut we can take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115228486215514768?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115228486215514768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115228486215514768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115228486215514768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115228486215514768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/07/stupid-last-words.html' title='Stupid Last Words!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115196741507633184</id><published>2006-07-03T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:56:55.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So I went to Books-A-Million today.  Trying to kill some time I thought that I would look for the book Persuasion by Jane Austen.  haha, well I found it.  I sat down and started reading.  Two pages into it I stopped and looked up and thought to myself, what in the world is this crap.  Now I know some people like it, but I dont have a major in literature and it was just too boring for me.  It just wasnt something that caught my attention.  So I ended up putting it back.  I then ventured my way into the philosophy section and found a few good books there.  I read one called True Love.  It was written by a buddhist.  Dont freak out on my I didnt change my religion.  Buddhists arent bad if thats what your thinking either.  They teach about love, peace, joy.  This book was pretty awesome.  It just taught you how you get to that point where you can really love.   There was another book there by the same author called Anger.  I was going to start reading that one when I got done but I decided to go to Starbucks and get a double chocolate chip frap. instead.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other then that not much has been going on.  Been running every night at the track.  Its a lot safer at the track, no bears or wolves growling at me there.  There is however a family of skunks that live nearby that come out every so often and say hello.  I could barely breathe the other night cause it smelled so bad.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any plans for the 4th?  I dont have any.  Just going to hang out, might go rent a movie or something.  Dont really know.  Ok well I'm off, I'll talk later.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115196741507633184?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115196741507633184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115196741507633184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115196741507633184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115196741507633184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/07/stinky.html' title='Stinky'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115086606971743514</id><published>2006-06-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:01:09.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quack...Quack</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever talked to yourself?  Ok honestly, if you answered that question no, I know your lying.  Everyone has, but does everyone do it outloud?  I've started to catch myself talking to...myself, outloud.  But whats funny is that I'll have a regular conversation with myself before I'll catch it and think, ...what the heck am I doing.  I'm weird...anyone that knows me will tell ya the same thing.  I'm and odd duck.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I've started going to the track and running.  I was running around the church parking lot by my house until just the other night when I heard a massive deep growl which made me wet my pants.  It scared me so bad that I actually called my mother to come and pick me up.  I've never ran so fast to get behind a telephone poll and hide.  It was quite frightning.  Of course I'm one who loves horror movies and the moon was huge and all I was thinking was, its a werewolf.  hahaha.  So now I run at the track.  I'm actually doing pretty good for not running very much in the past 4 years.  I have been running around 2 1/2 - 3 miles around the track and about 2 miles of the stairs.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets see....ooo tomorrow I'm going to go swimming with an old friend of mine that I havent seen in a while.  That should be fun.  I sure hope that her kid comes along cause she is just soooo cute.  If ya cant tell I just love kids.  Especially the youngers ones because their imagination is just unlimited.  Maybe....just maybe I might go to the lake this weekend.  I havent really thought too much about it so thats why its still on the maybe list.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been having a lot of weird dreams lately.  Is that just me or has anyone else been having them?  I mean it was like, I sunk two boats, I flew a plane even though I have no idea how to fly, I was being eaten alive by spiders and this creature that was a mix of a hornet, mosquito, and a termite.  That was freaky.  So needless to say I havent been getting a lot of good quality sleep lately.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I got the movie Syriana tonight.  I cant wait to watch it.  If I cant get to sleep tonight by about 1 or so I'll probably just stay up and watch it.  Its about the CIA and corruption and the oil companies...ohh yeah.  Looks extremely good.  We'll just have to see.  Ok well I cant think of much else going on so I guess that I'm going to go for now.  I hope everyone is doing well and I'll talk to ya'll later.  Buh bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh I know, I'm going to go to the Library tomorrow and look for the book Persuasion by Jane Austin.  And of course if they have it I'm going to start reading it.  On the movie Lake House they talked about it and it sounded good so I thought that I would try and read it.  Ok well now thats all.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115086606971743514?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115086606971743514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115086606971743514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115086606971743514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115086606971743514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/06/quackquack.html' title='Quack...Quack'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115051206288040115</id><published>2006-06-16T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:41:02.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alles Gute zum Geburtstag</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Christopher, Happy birthday to you.  Thank you thank you all so much.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well lets see what did I get.  Well for starters I got a sniper rifle from my mother.  A heavy barrel, Savage .308 to be exact.  I've only wanted it forever.  But I finally got it.  I got some money from other people and from my co-workers I got a variety of things.  A watch, cologne, candle, cards, lunch...I even had a couple clients give me some things.  My two favorite ones.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So lets see what did I do for my birthday.  I worked and then didnt do a whole lot.  I came home and then went to watch the movie, The Lake House.  A sappy romance but I loved it.  It was spectacular, marvelous, beautiful.  I dont know how else to describe it.  It was very beautiful.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right before lunch today I ran to my ex's house and I got to see my babies.  My little baby girl and baby boy.  Awww they were so cute.  My baby boy is walking now, grown up so much in the past few weeks.  And my baby girl, ooooohhhhh I just wanted to steal her she was so cute, she looked at me and smiled as if she knew who I was.  So cute.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cant really think much else to write about.  My day was really quite boring.  Work work work, I was quite busy.  I'm getting ready to eat some cake and ice-cream I think.  So I guess that I'm going to go, I need to run that way I can eat more cake.  Talk to ya'll later, adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115051206288040115?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115051206288040115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115051206288040115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115051206288040115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115051206288040115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/06/alles-gute-zum-geburtstag.html' title='alles Gute zum Geburtstag'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-115001114405681810</id><published>2006-06-11T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:34:26.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...After Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2 p.m. rolls by. I do nothing. I sit in silence and stare at the screen. The Omen, my family took me to the movies today. We didnt see just one though, four to be exact. First- The Omen, Second- The DaVinci Code, Third- X-Men 3, and Fourth - The Benchwarmers. I had already seen The DaVinci code and it was just as good the second time around. Tom Hanks will never stop amusing me. The Omen, good but not a scary thing about it. X-Men non-stop action, I really enjoyed it. The Benchwarmers...this movie was much better then expected by myself. I laughed all the way through it. My stomach is actually hurting from laughing, or is it from the nasty butter they put on the popcorn, not really sure about that. 11 p.m. rolls around and my butt and back are a little sore from sitting all day. So what do I do, I come home and I sit down and watch another movie. Unleashed with Jet Li and Morgan Freeman. Again much better then I had expected it to be. Started out slow but then picked up to be a good movie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have an obtuse pain in my chest/gut and in my neck or is it in my head, cant really tell more then likely its both. I cant sleep, I can barely eat. When I do I then feel nauseous. I've lost fourteen pounds in the past 2 - 2  1/2 weeks. I've been writing a lot more lately. I've filled another composition book up with poems, have to get another one so I can keep going. My birthday isnt far off, 6 more days left, or 5 rather since its now the 11th...The Lake House...that movie comes out on my birthday. I would like to see that. It looks cute. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I started reading a book yesterday and I cant seem to put it down while reading on it. Its called Tuesdays With Morrie. One of my clients gave it to me to read. I'm not much of a reader unless its the Bible but this is a pretty interesting book really. Tonight I wished that I had a motorcycle. It would have been the perfect night for a ride. It wasnt hot but it wasnt cold and really there wasnt too many bugs out which was kinda strange. Snow cones have been on my mind lately. I really like the flavor Tigers Blood and Strawberry. It just seems to go together perfectly. I moved up in the world the other day and bought a medium sized one instead of a small. It took quite a bit longer to eat it. Well I have to get up in about 4 hours or so, so I guess I'm going to go and read my Bible for a while. I hope all is well with everyone and I will talk to ya'll later. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-115001114405681810?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/115001114405681810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=115001114405681810' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115001114405681810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/115001114405681810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/06/lifeafter-death.html' title='Life...After Death'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114970024656771588</id><published>2006-06-07T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T18:54:43.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death to Walmart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ok first thing just incase somebody didnt know my wedding has been canceled, not going into details just letting you know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to admit, I shop at walmart. Dont really know why, probably just because its close and I know everyone that works there. But if you think about it, you have to know that walmart is going to rule the world one of these days. Look at them. They have expanded...they have food, clothing, gas, banking, moving into the medical field. One of these days they are going to put everyone out of business cause no one can compete with them. Then think about that...just as soon as they do put everyone out of business, they can jack up their prices to whatever they want. Yeah yeah, you say, they have that slogan, lowest prices gaurenteed, well...think about that too....if no one else is in competition, they will have the lowest price, 50 dollars for a bottle of water. Plus if anyone does try and sue them, they'll have the best of the best lawyers that will somehow be able to have you put in prison due to blasphemy. Its crazy. But you cant help to just think that it is very very very likely. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe my mind is just in overdrive a tad bit, but I dont think that its that far fetched of an idea. Ok well I know this was a short entry but I'm busy working on something so I'm going to go for now. Talk to ya'll later. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114970024656771588?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114970024656771588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114970024656771588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114970024656771588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114970024656771588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/06/death-to-walmart.html' title='Death to Walmart'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114775487629151254</id><published>2006-05-15T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:47:56.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just went into the kitchen to get my a cup of water.  I usually keep a cup by my bed and drink it through the night.  As I was in the kitchen I smelled something.  I'm not exactly sure what it was.  Nothing bad, but it made me recall a memory, or rather memories.  I find it funny how certain smells stay with you forever.  Like I still remember what the nursing home smelled like when visiting my great grandpa, I remember the smells of my grandmas old house, I remember the smell of the farm, and so on and so on.  This particular smell reminded me of the house my cousin used to live in, he's my cousin but I call him my brother cause we are or were rather so close.  I used to sleep at his house more then I did my own.  And this smell reminded me of that house.  Weird to me how quickly something like that can come back to you.  There are a few others I could give an example of haha, but you would either puke or think I'm quite weird.  Anyway, its late and I have to get up early tomorrow morning.  Talk to ya'll later, adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114775487629151254?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114775487629151254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114775487629151254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114775487629151254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114775487629151254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/05/memories-pt-2.html' title='Memories Pt. 2'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114750455626127168</id><published>2006-05-12T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:49:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was standing around at work today waiting on my last client or two when I did something unusual. Backround info first. We have a little dish that we keep candy in at work like most places do now a days. We always have the red and white peppermints as well as other fruity candies. I'm not a bit peppermint fan, but when I just really have to have something in my mouth I will eat one. Well it was one of those moments, so I grabbed on and stuck it in my mouth. Just then the only thing that I can think about is where in the world did my life go. Two minutes ago I was in first grade having a Christmas party at school with all my friends. Now I'm about to turn 21 and get married. Where has my life gone. It always seems like it takes forever for those birthdays to come then all of a sudden one day you stop and realize that 1/3 of your life is gone already. That is if your lucky to live that long. Peppermint candy canes, that was the only thing that I could think about. We would always see who could make the sharpest end on them. Stupid kids. Yesterday I was 18 and tomorrow I'll be 30. Sad and depressing but so is life. Ok I'm done rambling for now, its off to bed. Hope everyone sleeps/slept well. Talk to ya'll later. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114750455626127168?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114750455626127168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114750455626127168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114750455626127168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114750455626127168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/05/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114727844089623829</id><published>2006-05-10T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:45:23.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 More Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Call me morbid but I just love this weather. The rain makes me feel so at peace. Dont get me wrong I love the sun and being outside...but the rain is just so...calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a pretty good night last night. After work I went to watch two of my favorite girls play volleyball for a church league. We won the first one and just barely lost the second one. They almost had me play, we probably would have one if I did...HAHA, yeah right. We would have gotten creamed. I suck at volleyball. I'm waiting for summer when the churches start the softball league. Thats going to be fun. I went and bought me a new ball glove and have been playing with my little sister to get it broken in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after church tonight we are going to adress all of our invitations and stamp them and then send them off. Wooo Hoooo....31 more days until the big day. Nervous....no...excited, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a friend from church asked me if I would like to play golf with him on Tuesdays.  I jumped at the chance too but now I'm a little worried.  He's pretty good and I havent played in about two years.  First impressions are always the best so if I suck he probably wont want to play with me again.  Oh well I guess.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well today is supposed to be the last day of the rain for a while so it looks like I'll be playing outdoors a lot the next couple of weeks.  Thats always fun.  Well I'm off for now.  Talk to ya'll later.  Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114727844089623829?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114727844089623829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114727844089623829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114727844089623829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114727844089623829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/05/31-more-days.html' title='31 More Days'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114706031711388496</id><published>2006-05-07T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:51:57.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rain Rain please come today, fill that lake up right away.  Woo hoo...Only 4 more feet and it will be at fool pool.  That is so exciting me to me.  We are expected to have about 4 days of rain this week too so I'm praying that it gets filled up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok lets see...yesterday was our latest wedding shower.  Woah, we got a ton of stuff.  We now have I believe everything that we need, except for that 72 inch plasma screen T.V. so if any of you feel obligated to buy me something...there ya go.  Anyway, lets see, we had a pretty good turn out.  There were more there than what I thought was going to show up.  And we ended up getting quite the assortment of gifts.  Things that I never expected people to buy.  Not that I'm complaining.  We played a few games, I wasnt too sure about two of them.  But the third one was pretty cute.  20 questions about me asked to my fiancee.  For everyone she got wrong, she had to put a piece of gum in her mouth.  For everyone she got right they thought it would be cute for me to put one in my mouth.  We ended up tied with 10/10, of course the only way to tie.  Duh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday I went to a concert with some friends from church.  I thought it was going to be something totally different than what it was.  At first I didnt like it.  Now two days later its starting to sink in and my attitude is changing a little and I'm starting to like it a little more.  This guys name is Riley Armstrong.  He's a Christian Comedian Singer.  You can look him up on the internet or download his songs or buy his cd's whatever your thing is.  He has like 3 albums recorded I think.  I havent heard any of them, but I doubt that they will be anything like seeing him in person.  Wild and Wacky and full of energy.  I kept thinking of my sister and brother-in-law the entire time I was there watching him.  I dont know something about him made me think of them.  Not in a bad way though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've started to read my Bible a lot more lately.  I've been reading from the very beginning and working my way to the end, but also I'm reading Revelations, my favorite book.  Why...cause its wild.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so honestly who is ready for The DaVinci Code...oo ooo oooo me me me I am I am.  And the Academy Award goes to....(drum roll please).....Tom Hanks...(Applause!!!)  What is funny about this is...the character that they have chosen to play the parts in this movie....I was thinking they would do awesome for those roles while I was reading the book.  And no I hadnt heard anything about the movie....I thought that was pretty cool/freaky.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok well I'm tired so I think that I'm going to head off to bed.  I hope that everyone had a great weekend, I know that I did.  Talk to ya'll later.  Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114706031711388496?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114706031711388496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114706031711388496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114706031711388496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114706031711388496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/05/rain-rain.html' title='Rain Rain'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114651122005018468</id><published>2006-05-01T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:06:50.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear Ye Hear Ye</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well its May. Just another month to me. Now if it was next month that would be a different story. But it is that much closer to the day. As of today I have 41 more days left, thats counting today. So lets see...did you have a good weekend? I know that I did. All of that wonderful rain...mmm mmmm, fill up that lake I'm ready. I went and watched the movie, The Sentinel. Not bad, not bad at all. Premise is that there is a mole in the Secret Service. It was predictable but it was still very good. So many movies coming out that I want to see. Mission Impossible 3, Click, and of course The DaVinci Code....woo wooo wooooo...cant wait for that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kashi...you heard of it?...Its a brand of foods, I've mostly just seen it in cereal, but I have seen a few snack bars of it. It is food that is natural grains. Mmmm mmmm...it is so good. You ought to go to the grocery store and pick you up a box and try it. There are a few different kinds out there, the best one I've found so far is the clusters, but thats just my own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see...back when I first started this blog I wrote and entry called, "Mock" I believe. Well here lately I've been doing the opposite of what I said not to do in that entry. The thought is...we tend to mock that which we dont understand. Its true, you can admit it. I admit it. I have been doing it. There have been quite a few things in the past few months that are different too me, and I have been getting angry about it. The only reason I've been getting angry is because I dont fully understand them. I shouldnt be getting angry over it. Its a fault I have. But I am trying my hardest to quit that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now what...ooo yes, this Saturday is my next wedding shower. Woo Hoo more presents and cake, Yippie. Muahahahahaha. I think that we are going to be playing a few games at this one, so this one should be a little more fun than the last one was. But I dont know for sure we'll just have to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets see...what else have I been thinking about...I guess the question should be is what havent I been thinking about. Something that has been on my mind a lot lately, probably because I've been watching a lot of sci-fi movies...but, do you really think that we are alone. Let me give you some figures that I've posted before. So far what we humans know is this: there are over 400 billion galaxies. So lets just guesstimate that there are 9 planets for each galaxy, thats over 4 trillion planets. I think that we are conceited and arrogant to think that we are the only things that God did create or could have created. And gezzz, just think of all that wasted space. Space goes on for eternity. So that means that there are hundreds of trillions of planets. And yet only one species...no way...I dont think that I can swallow that. Now if there is life out there, I dont think that it is time for us to meet them. We are very timid creatures and would be tempted to destroy them. Thats the Earth for ya. Yeah so thats probably the most in depth thing that I've been thinking about lately. Kind of boggles the mind a little. I'm a dreamer and a thinker. Nothing wrong with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll talk to ya'll later. Hope everything is well with everyone. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114651122005018468?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114651122005018468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114651122005018468' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114651122005018468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114651122005018468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/05/hear-ye-hear-ye.html' title='Hear Ye Hear Ye'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114593567374883737</id><published>2006-04-24T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:27:53.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have received this email a few times and it just kills me the stupidity of the people that send it to me.  And most of them are good friends of mine....sorry guys...you dont have you head on straight.  The email that I'm talking about is the one thats saying why is everyone complaining about gas prices being so high.  Look at it this way...and it has different prices for different things if we bought them by the gallon...for example: Pepto Bismal.  If you bought pepto bismal by the gallon it would cost you roughly 12.00 dollars a gallon.  That sort of stuff is what is on this list.  When is the last time you filled your gas tank with Pepto?  Huh?  I thank the lord I dont have to do that, but we dont use pepto like we do gas.  So this email makes no sense to me.  Why are we complaining, because we use so much of it in our everyday lives and it costs an arm and a leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now on to a lighter note....have you tried the Salsa Verde Pringles.  I bought my first can of them about a month or so ago and I am no hooked.  WOOO HOOO.  They rate up there right under my baked cheetos.  Nothing will ever beat them.  Well poop...I was going to write more but it is really lightning outside and I dont want to lose a computer.  I'll talk to ya'll later.  Ohhh by the way, if you havent tried those Pringles, getcha a can.  Trust me.  Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114593567374883737?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114593567374883737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114593567374883737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114593567374883737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114593567374883737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/04/what.html' title='What?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114576508684585328</id><published>2006-04-22T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:04:46.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well today was our first wedding shower.  We made out pretty good I thought.  And guess what...we still have two more plus the wedding.  Holy cow.  I've gotten my stainless steel kitchen that I wanted.  I have a stainless steel microwave, oven, dishwasher, and of course my favorite, a clean steel stainless steel fridge.  My mother bought it for us.  What a gift.  I love it.  Anywho, we got quite a bit of our kitchen supplies today.  Didnt get any condoms...hmmm...I figured someone would have gotten those.  Oh well I guess.  I'm sure her family will buy some for us.  The cake...oooo the cake.  I ate way too much, and drank way too much punch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so we have two more weeks until our next wedding shower.  No telling what we will get there.  This one is between family and friends.  This last one was thrown by the church.  Then I guess some of her friends from her work are going to throw her one as well.  Woo Hooo Hooo.  Not to sound too greedy, but....YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok well, for some reason unknown to me I am actually exhausted.  So I guess that I'll end this one and head on to bed.  Hope all is well with everyone.  Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114576508684585328?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114576508684585328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114576508684585328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114576508684585328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114576508684585328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/04/gifts-galore.html' title='Gifts Galore'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114556201408956467</id><published>2006-04-20T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:10:16.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flippin' Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had this sent to me from a friend and I couldnt resist putting it up here for everyone else to see. I hope that you enjoy this as much as I did. Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2224/1565/1600/Robin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2224/1565/320/Robin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Robin Williams, wearing a shirt that says "I love New York" in Arabic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You gotta love Robin Williams...... Even if he's nuts! Leave it to Robin Williams to come up with the perfect plan. What we need now is for our UN Ambassador to stand up and repeat this message. Robin Williams' plan...(Hard to argue with this logic!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I see a lot of people yelling for peace but I have not heard of a plan for peace. So, here's one plan."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) "The US will apologize to the world for our "interference" in their affairs, past &amp;amp; present. You know, Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Tojo, Noriega, Milosevic, Hussein, and the rest of those "good ole boys", we will never "interfere" again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) We will withdraw our troops from all over the world, starting with Germany, South Korea, the Middle East, and the Philippines. They don't want us there. We would station troops at our borders. No one allowed sneaking through holes in the fence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) All illegal aliens have 90 days to get their affairs together and leave. We'll give them a free trip home. After 90 days the remainder will be gathered up and deported immediately, regardless of whom or where they are. They're illegal!!! France will welcome them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) All future visitors will be thoroughly checked and limited to 90 days unless given a special permit!!!! No one from a terrorist nation will be allowed in. If you don't like it there, change it yourself and don't hide here. Asylum would never be available to anyone. We don't need any more cab drivers or 7-11 cashiers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) No foreign "students" over age 21. The older ones are the bombers. If they don't attend classes, they get a "D" and it's back home baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) The US will make a strong effort to become self-sufficient energy wise. This will include developing nonpolluting sources of energy but will require a temporary drilling of oil in the Alaskan wilderness. The caribou will have to cope for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) Offer Saudi Arabia and other oil producing countries $10 a barrel for their oil. If they don't like it, we go someplace else. They can go somewhere else to sell their production. (About a week of the wells filling up the storage sites would be enough.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) If there is a famine or other natural catastrophe in the world, we will not "interfere." They can pray to Allah or whomever, for seeds, rain, cement or whatever they need. Besides most of what we give them is stolen or given to the army. The people who need it most get very little, if anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) Ship the UN Headquarters to an isolated island someplace. We don't need the spies and fair weather friends here. Besides, the building would make a good homeless shelter or lockup for illegal aliens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10) All Americans must go to charm and beauty school. That way, no one can call us "Ugly Americans" any longer. The Language we speak is ENGLISH...learn it...or LEAVE ..Now, isn't that a winner of a plan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses." She's got a baseball bat and she's yelling, 'you want a piece of me?' "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114556201408956467?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114556201408956467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114556201408956467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114556201408956467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114556201408956467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/04/flippin-sweet.html' title='Flippin&apos; Sweet'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114545981444073602</id><published>2006-04-19T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T12:09:39.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Man!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night or rather early this morning I was of course asleep. But I wasnt just sleeping I was dreaming the most glorious dream ever. Ok, well probably the third best dream ever. First would probably of been a dream about the day after the wedding but we wont go there right this minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the Navy...blah, thats why I say the third best because I would of rather been in the Army. Anyway, I was in the Navy, and I was in SEALs training. I was in the last two weeks of training and we were doing some kind of swimming exercise, 300 yard swim while holding on to another person. That was about the extent of my dream. I had just finished graduation and they were getting ready to send me on my first mission, right then I hear "DING" "DING" "DING" the sound of the alarm on my cell phone going off. Made me so mad. Crappy end to an excellent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;52 more days and counting until the wedding. And three more days until our first wedding shower. Thats going to be exciting as well. We are going to have so many gifts. Not to sound like I'm greedy or anything, but I dont know what we are going to do with all of them. We are going to have to buy a storage building if everyone brings something. I think we are sending out like 360 or so invitations. Holy Monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2224/1565/1600/funny_monkey_pictures_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2224/1565/320/funny_monkey_pictures_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok yeah so that was cheesey.  Oh well.  Oh we finally got our engagement pictures taken.  Woo Hoo thats quite an accomplishment for us right now.  One less thing to do.  Ok well I'm off to listen to my iPod.  I have some songs and a pile of clothes calling my name.  Talk to ya later.  Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114545981444073602?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114545981444073602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114545981444073602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114545981444073602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114545981444073602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-man.html' title='Oh Man!!!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114538871963149226</id><published>2006-04-18T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:39:28.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypochondriac</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know if its that I'm getting more impatient as I grow older or if its just people in general that bother me. I guess that I should get used to it being in the profession that I am in but its just so hard to. People come in and they complain about some stupid little thing like their neck hurts. Ok well its not just that it hurts but that it affects their whole life, and they act like they are dying and if I dont fix it they would rather just die then go on living. Please, give me a break.  If they could even begin to understand what pain is I'm sure that they would have killed themselves a long time ago.  Now not all of them that complain are this way, but about 99% of them are.  And it is hard for me to show sympathy to them.  I just want to act like my hero, "Dr. House" and tell them to shut up or lose weight, or whatever the response should be.  I love that show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywho...53 more days until I'm married.  Wooo Hooo.  I'll be glad when this thing is over with.  I never knew how much work actually went into a wedding.  I've always talked about it but I never dreamed it would be this much work.  What is something new...???...hmmm...ooo I had to go and kill a llama the other day.  lol, weird, umm, a friend of mine raises llamas and one of them was sick and got down and couldnt get back up so she asked me if I would shoot it for her.  Well...if you know me you know that I of course jumped to the opportunity to do so.  I havent been hunting in a while.  Itchy trigger finger.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, well we've been getting a lot of phone calls asking where we have registered at.  We registered at of course Wal-Mart and then Bed, Bath, &amp; Beyond.  They were both fun, but Wal-Mart was a blast, mainly cause I registered for CONDOMS.  Yeah, I've been hearing a lot about that.  People asking me what brand, size, flavor, scent, yada yada yada.  We've received 2 boxes so far, so we're doing pretty good I guess.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My eleven year old sister is wearing me out.  Everyday its something new.  Either a bike ride or we gotta make something or just something active.  Its fun but very tiring.  And of course the drama, that age is just such a dramaqueen.  Everything is a major priority and the end of the world if it doesnt go their way.  Ahhhhhhh.  I love you I hate you, your ruining my life, go away!  Yeah I've heard it all.  haha...anyway...lets see....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anything else...ummmm no.  Ok I'm going to go for now.  I'll talk to ya'll later.  Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114538871963149226?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114538871963149226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114538871963149226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114538871963149226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114538871963149226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/04/hypochondriac.html' title='Hypochondriac'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114477963191596910</id><published>2006-04-11T08:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T11:20:32.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Original or Fake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess that scientists have supposedly found a book that they believe to be written by Judas. Yeah the Judas that hung himself. It may be real it may be false thats not what I'm writing about though. If it is real we will never be able to know for sure. What I'm wanting to write about is what they found in the book. Now keep in mind I already stated that we dont know if it is real or not so I'm not going to say that any of these ideas are facts they are all speculations. I just think it is kind of fun to think about these things. I love conspiracies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book they find that Jesus and Judas were really close. It says that Jesus would tell Judas all kinds of different things that he didnt tell the other deciples. But the one thing I found to be quite interesting, I didnt think much of it when I read it but now that I've had some time to stew on it, its really quite interesting to me. It said that Jesus had supposedly asked Judas to betray him. At first I thought, thats ridiculous.  Preposterous!  But then I thought about a few different things.  God/Jesus is all-knowing.  So he knew that Judas was going to betray him even before he came to earth.  So why didnt he stop him?  Because it had to be done.  If he didnt go through with it he wouldnt of died on the cross, well maybe he would have, but it wouldnt of been at that point in time like God had it planned.  So it needed to be done.  Sooo...who's to say he didnt ask him to betray him.  I think of it this way.  I think he would rather of had a friend who he loved and trusted to give him up then an enemy.  But then we ask, why did Judas hang himself.  We read that its guilt.  He wasnt strong enough to keep the burden of killing Jesus on his shoulders, so he gave up.  I'm not saying any of this is true, but I'm not saying that it doesnt not make sense.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus could/can see in our hearts.  Maybe he didnt tell any of the other deciples because he knew they couldnt handle it or wouldnt go through with it.  I guess we will really never know until we can ask God face to face about it all.  But I just enjoy thinking about this sort of stuff.  Conspiracies, especially religious conspiracies really interest me.  Anyway, I've gotta go to work.  I'll talk later, adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114477963191596910?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114477963191596910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114477963191596910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114477963191596910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114477963191596910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/04/original-or-fake_11.html' title='Original or Fake?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114472028236257132</id><published>2006-04-10T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:51:23.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well today marks exactly two months until I am married.  Excitement?!?!?!  Oh just a little bit.  We have two weeks until our first wedding shower, thats pretty exciting.  Not trying to sound greedy or anything though...woooo hoooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we mowed our lawn for the first time tonight.  Ahhh, the smell of fresh cut grass in the evening.  Hmmm it smells like umm...fresh cut grass.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OOOOOkkkkkk so who remembers the song Barbie Girl by Aqua?  Yeah that annoying one.  I gave that cd to my little sister.  She is wearing it out and it is killing my brain cells.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so I cant really think of anything else to type if you havent been able to tell so I'm just going to go for now.  Talk to you later.  Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114472028236257132?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114472028236257132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114472028236257132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114472028236257132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114472028236257132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/04/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114438506916109490</id><published>2006-04-06T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:45:17.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This song has been in my head for the past two weeks straight. I can't seem to get it out. I dont really know what to say about it, except that I really like it. But there isnt much by them that I dont like. Talk to ya later, Adios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staind - Right Here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I’ve been mistaken&lt;br /&gt;But just give me a break&lt;br /&gt;And see the changes that I’ve made&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got some imperfections&lt;br /&gt;But how can you collect them all&lt;br /&gt;And throw them in my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;If you chose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I’d still be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep you right here waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you’re not intending&lt;br /&gt;To be so condescending&lt;br /&gt;It’s as much as I can take&lt;br /&gt;And you’re so independent&lt;br /&gt;You just refuse to bend&lt;br /&gt;So I keep bending till I break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;If you chose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I’d still be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep you right here waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve made a commitment&lt;br /&gt;I’m willing to bleed for you&lt;br /&gt;I needed fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;I found what I need in you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you just forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to relive all the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made along the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;I always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep you right here waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;We always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;If I chose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Would you be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114438506916109490?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114438506916109490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114438506916109490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114438506916109490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114438506916109490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/04/right-here.html' title='Right Here'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114417637770513052</id><published>2006-04-04T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:46:17.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Will Provide?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A young woman brought her fiance home to meet her parents. After dinner, hermother told her father to find out about the young man. The father invitedthefiance to his study for a talk."So what are your plans?" the father asked the young man."I am a biblical scholar," he replied"A Biblical scholar. Hmmm," the father said. "Admirable, but what will youdoto provide a nice house for my daughter to live in?""I will study," the young man replied, "and God will provide for us.""And how will you buy her a beautiful engagement ring, such as shedeserves?"asked the father."I will concentrate on my studies," the young man replied, "God will providefor us.""And children?" asked the father. "How will you support children?""Don't worry, sir, God will provide," replied the fiance.The conversation proceeded like this, and each time the father questioned,theyoung idealist insisted that God would provide.Later, the mother asked, "How did it go, Honey?"The father answered, "He has no job and no plans, and he thinks I'm God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114417637770513052?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114417637770513052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114417637770513052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114417637770513052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114417637770513052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-will-provide.html' title='Who Will Provide?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114383481856977332</id><published>2006-03-31T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T11:55:36.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine...On My Shoulders</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Makes me happy. Oh the beautiful sunshine is out and I'm loving it. I've started riding my bike to work. Yep the whole 1/2 mile to work. I click on my iPod and off to work I go. In my ears are blaring the sound of Hinder's - By the Way. People are probably laughing at me when they see me on my little hot rod bike. Its all rusted over, the seat has its cover ripped off and has two bite marks in it where a coon or squirell has eaten it. I cant turn my handle bars because the nut holding my tire straight is broken and the wheel wont turn along with my handle bars. So I have to lean when I want to turn. Whew....a lot of complications. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So get this...those of you who know me, know that I and my father are not close. In fact we are complete opposites and in fact dont even talk anymore and havent for about 3 1/2 years now. I get a letter the other day in the mail addressed to my fiancee. It didnt really make much sense to me just blah blah blah. But in this letter he asked me to make a list of things that I dont like about him because he would like to know. Well I've been telling him for the past 3 years. But...since he asked I got a composition notebook and started writing. Was that a good idea...what do you think? I wrote 17-18 pages if I remember correctly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;71 days left and counting. Everyone keeps asking me if i'm getting nervous. Nervous?!? No! Excited...Yes! I'm starting to act like a wild banshee. I cant even imagine what i'm going to be like the week before the wedding. Hmmmm....I'm probably going to drive everyone nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little girl at my mother-in-laws daycare, she's four, told me that my fiancee and I are going to be her parents and that her mom is going to be her step mom and she isnt going to miss her at all. haha. She thinks that she is moving in with us. Such a little cutie pie. There is another one, she's just turned two, she's in love with me. Her mom told me that she prays for me "every night" and that when they pray if they dont pray for me she gets mad and makes them repray. hehehe. I thought that was pretty darn cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok well I'm off for now. I hope that everyone is enjoying this spring weather and ooooo dont forget to set your clocks forward this Sunday. Have a great weekend. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114383481856977332?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114383481856977332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114383481856977332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114383481856977332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114383481856977332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunshineon-my-shoulders.html' title='Sunshine...On My Shoulders'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114352094405115839</id><published>2006-03-27T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:19:07.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Jokes 4 U</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I thought that these two jokes were kind of cute so I thought that I would share them with you. Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Church - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three little boys were concerned because they couldn't get anyone to play with them. They decided it was because they had not been baptized and didn't go to Sunday School. So they went to the nearest church. Only the janitor was there. One little boy said, We need to be baptized because no one will come out and play with us. Will you baptize us?" Sure," said the janitor. He took them into the bathroom and dunked their little heads in the toilet bowl, one at a time. Then he said, "You are now baptized!". When they got outside, one of them asked, What religion do you think we are?" The oldest one said, We're not Kathlick, .....because they pour the water on you." "We're not Babtis, .because they dunk all of you in the water." "We're not Methdiss, .because they just sprinkle water on you." The littlest one said, "Didn't you smell that water!" They all joined in asking,Yeah! What do you think that means?" I think it means we're Pisscopailians. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hello?" "Hi honey, this is Daddy, Is Mommy near the phone?" "No Daddy, She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Paul " After a brief pause, Daddy says, "But honey, you haven't got an Uncle Paul" "Oh yes I do, and he's upstairs in the room with Mommy, right now" Brief Pause "Uh, okay then, this is what I want you to do. Put the phone down on the table, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door, and shout to Mommy that Daddy's car just pulled into the driveway" Okay Daddy, just a minute." A few minutes later the little girl comes back to the phone. "I did it Daddy" And what happened honey?" he asked. "Well, Mommy got all scared, jumped out of bed with no clothes on and run around screaming and tripped over the rug, hit her head on the dresser and now she isn't moving at all!" Oh my Goodness!!! What about your Uncle Paul?" "He jumped out of the bed with no clothes on too. He was all scared and he jumped out the window into the swimming pool. But I guess he didn't know that you took out the water last week to clean it, he hit the bottom of the pool and I think he's dead." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long Pause&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Longer Pause &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daddy says, "Swimming pool??...Is this 782-6937??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114352094405115839?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114352094405115839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114352094405115839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114352094405115839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114352094405115839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/03/2-jokes-4-u.html' title='2 Jokes 4 U'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114335105933412883</id><published>2006-03-25T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:30:59.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness Gracious</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we started to make our wedding invitations today. If they werent so darn cute I'd probably be complaining on how long it took us. Anyway, we have navy blue and a spring yellow. We got card stock in those colors and white. We printed our invitations on the white paper and alternated using the yellow and navy as the backrounds. We punched in corner punches and just sat the white part right in. Perfect fit. Then we punched in some more punches for decorations and tied a pretty little ribbon on there, opposite the color of the backround.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat at the kitchen table for about 6 hours straight. Well they did, I got up constantly to look at movies and just wonder around, but I did end up doing a lot when it was all said and done. We ended up making about 350 I believe. I dont think that is going to be enough, but we'll just have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see what else has been going on...not a whole lot. I went rock climbing the other day with my little sister. She's such a monkey. We climbed to the top of this...ooo I dont know...ummmm, rocky place, haha, and we are walking along and she decided to jump down onto another rock. Keep in mind that we are a good 60 to 70 feet up. She trips and almost goes over the edge. I'm screaming she's laughing. I about wet my pants. Thats about the most excitement thats been going on. I've been playing a lot of raquetball, and getting ready to start playing a lot of tennis now that the weather is warming up. I'm looking forward to that, and of course going to the lake. Woo hoo. Ok well I'm going to go to bed. I'm worn out from the long day today. Talk later, adios.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114335105933412883?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114335105933412883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114335105933412883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114335105933412883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114335105933412883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/03/goodness-gracious_25.html' title='Goodness Gracious'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114299425394327210</id><published>2006-03-21T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:26:16.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Figured Out the Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2224/1565/1600/113945-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2224/1565/320/113945-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably wont understand this picture unless you like history and politics.  But then again you may.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114299425394327210?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114299425394327210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114299425394327210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114299425394327210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114299425394327210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-figured-out-conspiracy.html' title='I Figured Out the Conspiracy'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114149836215938066</id><published>2006-03-04T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T10:52:42.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy Blonde Joke</title><content type='html'>Blonde GUY joke.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      An Irishman, a Mexican and a Blonde Guy were doing construction work&lt;br /&gt;on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      They were eating lunch and the Irishman said, "Corned beef and&lt;br /&gt;cabbage! If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I'm going&lt;br /&gt;to jump off this building."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed, "Burritos again! If I&lt;br /&gt;get burritos one more time I'm going to jump off, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The blonde opened his lunch and said, " Bologna again! If I get a&lt;br /&gt;bologna sandwich one more time, I'm jumping too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The next day, the Irishman opened his  lunch box, saw corned beef and&lt;br /&gt;cabbage, and jumped to his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped, too.   The blonde guy opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his death as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      At the funeral, the Irishman's wife was weeping.She said, "If I'd&lt;br /&gt;known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have&lt;br /&gt;given it to him again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The Mexican's wife also wept and said, "I could have given him tacos&lt;br /&gt;or enchiladas! I didn't realize he hated burritos so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      (Oh this is GOOD!!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Everyone turned and stared at the blonde's wife. The blonde's wife said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Don't look at me. He makes his own lunch."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114149836215938066?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114149836215938066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114149836215938066' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114149836215938066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114149836215938066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/03/guy-blonde-joke.html' title='Guy Blonde Joke'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114140479841334656</id><published>2006-03-03T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:45:53.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Personalities Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#bfe9ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.Most things in your life are organized and planned well.But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.You're generally a friendly and trusting person.But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114140479841334656?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114140479841334656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114140479841334656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114140479841334656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114140479841334656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/03/5-personalities-profile.html' title='5 Personalities Profile'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114116543303613886</id><published>2006-02-28T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:23:53.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Futuristic answer to age old question.............. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little boy goes to his father and asks "Daddy, how was I born?" The father answers: "Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a blessed little Pop-Up appeared and said: You've Got Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114116543303613886?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114116543303613886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114116543303613886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114116543303613886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114116543303613886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/02/funny-funny.html' title='Funny Funny'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114093469392843836</id><published>2006-02-25T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:18:13.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unborn</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, ok this was just totally awesome to me.  Its probably nothing to you guys, but it really...well almost made me cry.  I was lying next to Des the other night while she was trying to fall asleep.  Not doing much, just strumming my fingers through her hair and looking at her face while she laid there.  Just then for a brief moment, I say my child in her eyes.  I saw my beautiful baby girl..."hopefully" in her.  My face just started to glow.  I dont think anyone can really fathom the excitement that I was feeling at that exact moment in time.  Anyway, like I said, it is probably nothing to you, but to me, I could hardly contain myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well this was quite the boring day.  It was just a blah day.  The sun wasnt really shinning, it wasnt too cold though.  Just an overcast of clouds and cool.  I got the old 10 speed bike out and took it for a ride.  I only went about 2 - 3 miles, but the crisp cool air made my lungs feel like it was 30 miles.  I strapped my ipod to my arm and rode away to the sound of some fast paced music.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oooooo I'm getting a new gun.  I was going to hold out for a while and get the sniper rifle that I've been wanting but an opportunity came along and I gotta go with it.  It's an M4.  Dont know what that is you can either go to google and search it or gunbroker.com.  Its the standard weapon issued to the military.  Mmmm mmmmm mmmm, sweetness.  I guess it helps to be friends with the local Detective.  He's great.  I go out with him at nights every once in a while and we just drive around looking for the scum of the universe.  haha.  Not really, although I do know where every drug dealer and low-life live around here now.  Quite interesting.  I learned all the police codes, even the ones for a bathroom break.  They even have a code for whether its number 1 or 2.  HAHA, I thought that was hilarious.  I learned a lot of new interesting things.  I've just been waiting for that moment where in the heat of the battle he throws the 12 gauge at me and says....COVER ME!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114093469392843836?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114093469392843836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114093469392843836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114093469392843836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114093469392843836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/02/unborn.html' title='The Unborn'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114063969729512166</id><published>2006-02-23T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:45:55.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People I Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad/ Mom and Dad In-Laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things I Love Doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watching Movies Still and Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Playing with my sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to Walmart - Rock On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Playing With all the little kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Playing Scrabble Blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things I Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Screaming mothers at basketball games who don't know what they're sayin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mushrooms...nasty fungus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things That I Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BMW 760 Li &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porsche 911 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ducati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17.63 million Dollars...dont ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Single Movie Ever Made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favorite Songs - At the Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hinder - Better Than Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hinder - Lips of an Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 Years - Wasteland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vertical Horizon - Best I Ever Had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nickelback - Far Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favorite Movies - At the Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Serendipity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dark Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Pacifier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favorite Snacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baked Cheetos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Velveta Cheese and Rotel Dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretzels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Candy Candy Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apple Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats all for now I'm getting bored with this one. Talk with ya'll later. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114063969729512166?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114063969729512166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114063969729512166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114063969729512166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114063969729512166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/02/5-things-part-2.html' title='5 Things Part 2'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114040748566796044</id><published>2006-02-19T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T06:29:34.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well this week I experienced my first snow ever with Des. We were predicted to get about an inch but ended up getting almost 5. Shows how much the weather people actually know. Anyone could be a weather man, although I wouldnt volunteer for the job. People constantly hating you when things that you predict dont come true. Get a life people...thats why they are called PREDICTIONS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, it got pretty cool. It was down to about 10 or so degrees here. My new family just laughs at me cause I never wear a coat. I guess I'm just used to it. The cold doesnt bother me. Like last night I went out in flip flops to get a bowl full of snow so I could make some snow ice cream. My father-in-law about had a stroke when he saw me in my shorts and flip flops. I thought that it was quite invigorating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awww yes, snow ice-cream. If you've never had it you must try it. All ya gotta do is go out and look for some pure white snow. None of that yellow snow unless you want yours flavored just a little bit. Get a bowl and scoop some in there. Go back inside. You'll need, milk, vanilla, and either powdered sugar or if you dont have any just use regular sugar doesnt really matter. Now you mix them all together in the snow until you have the flavor you like. It all depends on how much snow you get. Me I like my creamy and sweet. So I use a lot of milk to get the snow flavor out and about a 1/2 a teaspoon of vanilla for about every cup of snow. Doesnt have to be exact. Then stir it all up and enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only thing I was disappointed in was it wasnt good snow to make a snow man. It was perfect for the ice-cream, all powdery. But wasnt sticky enough for the snow man. Oh well I guess. March is just around the corner and we usually get a pretty good snow then. I'm waiting to see if I actually have work tomorrow. The roads aren't very clear, they are full of ice, so I doubt that many people come in even if we are open. Ok well I'm off for now. Talk to you later. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114040748566796044?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114040748566796044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114040748566796044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114040748566796044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114040748566796044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-snow.html' title='First Snow'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114040690709249516</id><published>2006-02-19T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:42:36.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hinder - Better Than Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can do much better than me&lt;br /&gt;after all the lies that I made you believe.&lt;br /&gt;Guilt kicks in then I start to see&lt;br /&gt;the edge of the bed where your nightgown used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I won't miss you,&lt;br /&gt;but I remember what it feels like beside you.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;and the way your innocence tastes,&lt;br /&gt;and I think you should know this:&lt;br /&gt;you deserve much better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking through your old box of notes,&lt;br /&gt;I found those pictures I took that you were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;If there's one memory I don't wanna lose -&lt;br /&gt;that time at the mall, you and me in the dressing room.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I won't miss you,&lt;br /&gt;but I remember what it feels like beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;and the way your innocence tastes,&lt;br /&gt;and I think you should know this:&lt;br /&gt;you deserve much better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pavement is getting colder,&lt;br /&gt;wish you never would have said it's over,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;I won't think about you when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;'cuz we never really had our closure.&lt;br /&gt;This can't be the end - END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;and the way your innocence tastes,&lt;br /&gt;and I think you should know this:&lt;br /&gt;you deserve much better than me.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;and the way your innocence tastes,&lt;br /&gt;and I think you should know this:&lt;br /&gt;you deserve much better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I think you should know this:)&lt;br /&gt;you deserve much better than me.&lt;br /&gt;(and I think you should know this:)&lt;br /&gt;you deserve much better than me.&lt;br /&gt;(and I think you should know this:)&lt;br /&gt;you deserve much better than me.&lt;br /&gt;(and I think you should know this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114040690709249516?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114040690709249516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114040690709249516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114040690709249516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114040690709249516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/02/newest-favorite-song.html' title='Newest Favorite Song'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114032271781233670</id><published>2006-02-18T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T20:18:37.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first step to recovery is admiting that you have a problem...right?  I believe that it is.  If not it should be.  Well I have a problem.  Its not like it's a life or death kind of problem but it is quite expensive.  I have an addiction to movies.  I have to have every movie.  I feel like it sometimes is the essence that keeps me alive, having movies.  Weird I know.  I have around oh, 1100 dvds and I dont know how many on vhs.  I havent even seen about 10 - 15% of the movies I own.  I thought maybe when I moved out on my own...or in my case with my fiance, that I would no longer feel the need/want to have as many movies.  HAHAHA...no such luck.  They dont' have a meeting called Movie Collectors Anonymous.  I guess its better then being addicted to blow or marijuana or even alcohol.  The thing is I know that I wont watch half of the movies that I have in my lifetime and those movies will be so cheesy and old by the time my kids are old enough to watch them.  So they wont want them, but there is no possible way that I could part with them and give them away.  It just isnt happening.  So I'm lost as to what to do in this situation.  I guess just keep going and who cares...I might be able to quit, but there isnt any possible way it could be cold turkey.  It would have to be gradual.  But even then, when I go out somewhere and its showing all the new movies that have came out, I'll feel the desire to get them.  How do people quit.  Temptations are everywhere.  I think it would be impossible to quit any kind of habbit.  Another addiction of mine is my fiance.  I cant go 15 minutes without looking at her.  I feel as if I'm in another world if I do.  Work days are hard, I have to go from 8 in the morning till around 5:30 at night before I can see her and sometimes longer then that since she coaches basketball.  Ohhh life...so hard...if only I were superman.  Then the only thing I'd have to worry about is Kryptonite.  Ahhh yessss to be superman.  Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114032271781233670?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114032271781233670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114032271781233670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114032271781233670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114032271781233670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/02/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114011531488980846</id><published>2006-02-16T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T07:52:42.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its a little late, but so is life...Feb.14th, the firse Valentine's Day that I actually had a date/girlfriend.  It had to be perfect.  Although I had no idea what I was going to do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About 3 weeks before I started asking all my clients what women really like for Valentine's Day.  I usually got the normal, flowers or chocolate.  Well thats all fine and dandy, but that too blah for me.  I wanted something just a little more original than that.  I was running out of time and nothing had really appealed to me.  So I did one of the things that I like to do best.  I started writing.  I wrote her a poem.  After I finished I framed it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day at work I had a little break and decided to go into the store next to my office.  In there I found a bunch of angels.  They were a series of angels that were made of carved out wood.  Too cute.  On top of that I got a cute little vase like thing and some candles to put on the center of the dining room table.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday night I went and bought a bag full of rose petals.  I went back to our house were I made trails with them.  One from each door leading to somewhere in the house.  One lead to the couch where I had her favorite movie ready to play.  Another lead to the kitchen where we cooked our dinner.  And another to the bedroom where I put her poem and her gift on the bed.  And the last to my massage table where I gave her a massage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As she walked in the house I had a list of love songs playing off of my ipod, the house smelled of lavender and it was clean as a whistle.  We ended up cooking chicken stuffed with ham and provalone cheese, Mac&amp;Cheese with broccoli, cream corn, and bisquits.  Turned out awesome.  Also had some sparkling red grape juice, which I think I prefer over the white kind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall I think the night turned out pretty well.  For my first time I was quite nervous.  I wasnt for sure how well it was going to go, but she liked it which made me happy.  Ok well I hope that your day of love was as good as mine, talk to ya all later.  Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114011531488980846?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114011531488980846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114011531488980846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114011531488980846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114011531488980846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-of-love.html' title='Day of Love'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-114001818705142221</id><published>2006-02-15T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T08:12:10.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email About the English Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Think English is Easy???&lt;br /&gt;Can you read these right the first time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) The bandage was wound around the wound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) The farm was used to produce produce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) We must polish the Polish furniture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) He could lead if he would get the lead out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time topresent the present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10) I did not object to the object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13) They were too close to the door to close it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14) The buck does funny things when the does are present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant,nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffinsweren't invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats arecandies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat. We take English forgranted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can workslowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea noris it a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groceand hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the pluralof booth, beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2indices? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them,what do you call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eatsvegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? Sometimes I think all the Englishspeakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In whatlanguage do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck andsend cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and awise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of alanguage in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fillin a form by filling it out and in which, an alarm goes off by going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects thecreativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all That iswhy, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out,they are invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. - Why doesn't "Buick" rhyme with "quick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new motto: Plan for tomorrow, but live for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-114001818705142221?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/114001818705142221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=114001818705142221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114001818705142221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/114001818705142221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/02/email-about-english-language.html' title='Email About the English Language'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113934458384650935</id><published>2006-02-07T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:36:23.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incest, Homosexuality, exotic dancers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone once asked me what the best thing about my job was.  My reply was working with people.  After which I was asked what the worst thing about my job was.  Again my reply was, working with people.  It is simply amazing the people you meet, the things you hear and learn.  For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have one client, cant specify anything for the simple fact of the HIPPA laws, that is just a privacy clause that states I can't tell anyone personal information about the client, so for all of these people they will be called John and Jane Doe.  Anywho, back to my one client...he's gay.  Not just a, hmm do you think he's gay?  I dont know, he might be...no, its he is gay.  Now, I have nothing against them, most are great people, I have gay friends...thats not what i'm saying.  I'm not gay and I dont condone it, but I dont and wont ever condemn it cause thats not my place.  Anyway, he has moved our relationship, being client/therapist to the second base.  He'll undress in front of me.  Ewww.  Kinda freaks me out.  But he's not interested in my directly...let me explain.  He's constantly asking about my fiancee or my family.  Those kind of questions.  Weird.  Anyway, nice guy, just acts a little strange.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next client...Jane Doe.  History...Exotic Dancer.  I thought wow, never thought in this area that I live I would work on an exotic dancer...kinda cool.  HAHA, yeah...sure.  Get into the session she releases her whole life story....woah.  Marijuana user, and not just every once in a while would be my prediction.  I think she was high when she came to see me.  After a little while she told me that her mom had died and she was like, "praise the Lord."  Then she stated how she started dating her step-father.  Now here I realize not really incestuous, but still, you got to admit thats just kinda freaky.  It is pretty much...no its exactly like Woody Allan.  Final prediction on her...total nut job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These of course are not my only two clients, it would take hundreds of paragraphs to write about each and every single one of them.  And who am I to make fun of them.  Nobody's perfect...HAHA, whom I'm kidding..this is just hilarious.  I would say about 85% of my clients are normal human beings, just like the majority of us, but that other 15%...hahaha, weird.  Well thats all for now.  Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113934458384650935?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113934458384650935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113934458384650935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113934458384650935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113934458384650935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/02/incest-homosexuality-exotic-dancers.html' title='Incest, Homosexuality, exotic dancers'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113899410496405170</id><published>2006-02-04T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:17:15.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In this day and age I find it quite ironic when I hear someone say, "you promise or you swear". Why even bother anymore. Not really in my lifetime since I'm only 20, but I know that like in my grandpa's childhood, when someone said I'll do that, or I'll be there, they meant it. They didnt have to promise or swear on it. I realize that times have changed, but why has this. A persons word should be enough. Unfortunately it isnt though. I find that sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So to my original thought of why I wrote this entry...why even make a promise. Not just from what I said up above, but I mean...you cant actually promise/swear to keep what the "deal" was about. Say like for an example dating. When your young, or old like me...haha, when your dating starts to get a litle serious you start getting a little paranoid and start saying things like, "oh baby, I'm never going to leave you" "your the only one for me" and my favorite, "I'll never love another person as long as I live". Why do we say these things. Dating and marriage are two different subjects here....I dont really want to get into the marriage subject...I'll just say that for marriage, it takes work to wake up to the same person everyday for the rest of your life. You cant just sit back and expect it to happen for you. You dont fall in and fall out of love, you GROW in and GROW out of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, back to the dating realm. Why do we say these things. I'll be the first to admit I've done it. I've said it to lets see....excluding my Fiancee now, 2 other girls. Silly isnt it? When your dating you cant promise that kind of stuff. Thats what dating is all about, finding the one you are going to marry. So why not wait til you exchange your vows to make that kind of statement. That way when and if you do break up, the heart ache wont be as ginormous as it would be without such commitment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had three serious relationships. Two which I tried to force and not let God to his magic with me. I was young and totally loved the physical benefits of the relationships. I didnt want to be alone for the simple fact of, I loved the physical stuff. So I did what every person does, I made those commitments. You get so comfortable with the situation your in, even though your not compatible in every aspect of the relationship, and think you can make it happen. I was wrong. Did I love them? I loved one of them. But she was also a great friend of mine before we dated. So it was hard not to love her. Do I still...no, not that way. As a friend I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relationships, girls, all complicated. I doubt that I ever fully understand either of them, even with all the experience that I gain in my lifetime. But before I end this, just one little piece of advice for those dating...dont make such an overwhelming commitment until the day of your vows at your wedding. Trust me its well worth it to wait. Have a great day, adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113899410496405170?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113899410496405170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113899410496405170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113899410496405170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113899410496405170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/02/broken-promises.html' title='Broken Promises'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113725297730867226</id><published>2006-02-03T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:16:24.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Things I Love About My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are of course more then 30 reasons why I love her and more then 30 things I love about her. But I didnt want to take up tooooo much space on the page. I'll start out with the physical and then move to the deeper stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's a blonde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She has blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's Older!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot Hot Hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's hardcore in her faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's a health nut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's very organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's a clean freak, just like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She has two sisters...I always wanted a sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She loves to cook with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She cant wait to snuggle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She loves to play sports...and is actually good...sniffle, better then I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She'll let me have a motorcycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She knows everything about me and yet...still loves me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her way of kissing...woah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her skin is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That ring looks perfect on her finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She went to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is letting me paint a room in my house black..woo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I mention she's blonde...I have a little thing for blondes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's brought me breakfast in bed..Shouldnt that be the other way around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She doesnt mind me watching cartoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She likes to shoot guns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My parent love/adore her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone in my town knows her and loves her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her hands and feet are just so adorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's B...E...A...utiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's always surprising me with a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She loves water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything...Every single last thing there is to mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113725297730867226?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113725297730867226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113725297730867226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113725297730867226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113725297730867226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/02/30-things-i-love-about-my-girl.html' title='30 Things I Love About My Girl'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113898688709287511</id><published>2006-02-02T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:14:47.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodent Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So today is Ground Hogs Day.  And just incase you didnt know he saw his shadow.  That means we have six more weeks of winter.  But of course if our winter is going to be this nice...bring it on.  60 degree weather isnt that bad.  Ok thats all I have to say.  Adios for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113898688709287511?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113898688709287511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113898688709287511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113898688709287511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113898688709287511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/02/rodent-day.html' title='Rodent Day'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113863456997649307</id><published>2006-01-31T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T09:07:52.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overused Words and Phrases</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over the years of my life I have realized that every person has a certain word or phrase that they say constantly. Most of the time they have said it so much in their life that they dont even realize that they use that word/phrase. And nowadays with new movies coming out like the recently very stupid Napoleon Dynamite....AHHHH....those phrases are being used every single freaking day of the week. These here are words and phrases that are used way too much throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Freakin' idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever I wanna do...Gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your mom goes to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Geezzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come here Tina...you fat lard, get your dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eat your food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont be jealous that I've been talking online with hot babes All Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Love You - Not a bad saying, but it is used ("way too much" WAY TO QUICK") I dont think people stop and think what these words actually mean anymore. The way people use it today the meaning of it is now, "I like you...kinda...maybe...I'll let you know tomorrow" Thats sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok there are several other words and phrases that annoy me, but this is a boring entry and I am done. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113863456997649307?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113863456997649307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113863456997649307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113863456997649307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113863456997649307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/01/overused-words-and-phrases.html' title='Overused Words and Phrases'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113863980353620236</id><published>2006-01-30T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:49:12.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over the past few weeks I have heard a few new words that I have now added to my vocabulary.  But not only that I have also heard words that I have heard almost everyday of my life so I figured that since I know them, everyone would know them.  But I have heard people much older then I in the past few days stumble over little words.  Some long words, but nothing that cant be sounded out.  Anyway, where this is all leading me to is...I am going to post some of my favorite words and some new words that I have heard over the past few weeks.  Also some old words that I think people should either PRACTICE on or just know.  Ok here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Serendipity - The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Epiphany - A sudden manifestation of the essence or meaning of something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretentious - Making or marked by an extravagant outward show; ostentatious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conceited - Holding or characterized by an unduly high opinion of oneself; vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Infatuated - To inspire with unreasoning love or attachment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precarious - Dangerously lacking in security or stability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoration - Profound love or regard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imperial - Having supreme authority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ruminating - To reflect on something over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quid Pro Quo - To give or do something for someone in exchange for something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are many more words that I enjoy saying but I can see where this would get quite boring to read.  Hope you enjoy those.  Have a grrrrrrrrreat day.  Adios.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113863980353620236?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113863980353620236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113863980353620236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113863980353620236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113863980353620236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-words.html' title='New Words'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113719115227048664</id><published>2006-01-27T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:30:27.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Want To Accomplish In Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to Fire someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to have someone Fired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travel to all 50 States...been to 43 or 44 dont know off the top of my head right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Own a Porsche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Own a Sniper Rifle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Write a book as well as a screenplay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Learn to speak another langauge fluently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Invent something and patent it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Learn to play the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ride a bike through Wal-Mart or the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read the dictionary all the way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Become all knowing in a certain subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to eat an entire 72 oz. steak by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to own a house that is over 5,000 sq. feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go streaking through town...only I dont want to be arrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This dad gome list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to own about 5,000 movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to own my own businesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want a house that has tons of rooms, each a different color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking a trip to Fiji. - - - - Honeymoon BAAABY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to own all the seasons of Seinfeld. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get married with my best friend by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Own a White Suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to play with C-4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finish this list which took me a whole week to finish...this entry was stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113719115227048664?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113719115227048664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113719115227048664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113719115227048664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113719115227048664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-i-want-to-accomplish-in-life.html' title='Things I Want To Accomplish In Life'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113719230280457863</id><published>2006-01-24T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T12:09:11.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeeP DArk SEcrETs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont have many secrets at all. Three people in my life know everything there is to know about me, wont mention names but they are all in my age group. I know that they know who they are. So I guess that they arent really secrets just things about me that most dont know about me. So here they are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that Winona Ryder is a fox. I have had a "major" crush on her since I was about 5 maybe 6. I dont care if she is a thief, doesnt take away from her beauty. Mmmmm Mmmmmmmmmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cheated my way through High School. Yeah thats right...well I guess not the whole way through just in Geography really. I liked to sleep through her class and then I would just "borrow" my friends papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was hit on by a guy once. Freaked me out. If you know me you know that I have a phobia of gay men. I dont like them touching me or even in my presence. Yeah he hugged me eww...and asked me out. Blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I voted for George W. Bush. Now not that its horrible cause I would much rather have him then John Kerry. But still just telling ya who I voted for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I once fell asleep in Spanish class. haha, thats not all...I had one of those dreams that your falling off of a cliff, I woke up screaming and jumping around. Yeah me and my desk took a tumble backwards. I made an excuse up, and now I dont remember what it was, but it must have been pretty good cause I do remember that she believed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am obsessive compulsive about being clean. Germs freak me out. Now not as bad as Adrian Monk, but they still freak me out. Its gross. I have to wash my hands before I eat even if I havent touched anything. Its the principle of the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made out with my best friend once. I was sad because of a break up and so was she. We both just felt like kissing someone so I told her to come on over and we just made out. hee hee...kinda freaky cause she is more like a sister, but the Deep Dark part about that was, I liked it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to work for the C.I.A. I can tell people that now cause I know it will never happen. I wanted to be in the, what they call "Black Ops" part of the company. Dont feel like going into detail so if you want to know about it just have to look it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a different way to eat each and every candy bar. Its not that deep and dark of a secret but its something that not many people know so I thought that I would share it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that Diane Keaton is a HOT MAMMA! Yeah yeah yeah she's older but who cares, have you seen her. Sure she was hot in The Godfather, I'll admit it, I thought she was a HOT MAMMA back then, but she has aged VERY WELL. I think that she is oooo laa laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok thats all for now. If I ever think of anything else I guess I'll add it on. But its like I said I dont have many deep dark secrets. These are just a few that I do have. Have a good day. Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113719230280457863?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113719230280457863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113719230280457863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113719230280457863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113719230280457863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/01/deep-dark-secrets.html' title='DeeP DArk SEcrETs.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113803598184141537</id><published>2006-01-23T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:06:21.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Attire</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well we went and looked for the dress and we were lucky enough to find it within 10 minutes.  We went to David's Bridal and I dropped her off and went over to Starbucks to get me a Frap.  Before my order was done I was getting a phone call to come and pick her up.  I figured that she didnt find anything cause she wanted me to take her to the Dress Barn across the street.  No no no, she found it.  The people at David's Bridal told her she was the quickest shopper they had ever had.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now we went to look for the Bride's Maid dresses and my Best Womans dress.  Oh and of course all the other people that need dresses.  We found all the dresses but two.  But they wont be hard to get at all.  The brides maids are wearing a yellow dress and my groomsmen are wearing black suits, and my best woman...hee hee...sounds odd, but she's wearing a black dress with a white stripe across the front.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know what my girls dress looks like she didnt let me see it, not until she's walking down the isle.  But I.....wooo hooo found a WHITE SUIT.  Oh yeah you read that right, a white suit.  But the best thing about this is...with my white suit I'm wearing a pair of Black Nike Shox.  HAHA, yes, black Nike shox with a red stripe on them.  Yep and my girl is doing the same thing, we bought a matching pair of shox.  We had to do something funny and original.  Plus who wants to wear dress shoes that long, so uncomfortable.  We are getting a lot of flack for that idea but I think its going to be quite fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well thats just a little update on the wedding stuff so far.  We closed on our house Friday.  That is exciting.  We started cleaning everything up and we are going to start moving all our stuff in this week.  It still hasnt really hit me yet that I have bought a house.  It probably wont either until I get married.  4 1/2 months...thats not very far away.  hmmmm...people keep asking me if i'm nervous...for what...nervous about what.  Whats there to be nervous about.  Spending the rest of your life with one woman never to be with another one ever again as long as you both shall live.  haha, whats there to be nervous about.  Nope, I'm not, in fact I cant wait.  Ok well I'm off to lunch, talk to ya'll later, hope everythings going great.  Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113803598184141537?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113803598184141537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113803598184141537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113803598184141537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113803598184141537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/01/wedding-attire.html' title='The Wedding Attire'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113753103774182583</id><published>2006-01-17T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T12:51:26.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Well Do You Know Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont know why I didnt do this earlier. Oh well. Here are a few questions for ya'll. I'll give the answers in my next blog. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the name I go by?&lt;br /&gt;A. Chris&lt;br /&gt;B. Hey You&lt;br /&gt;C. Jr.&lt;br /&gt;D. Christopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is my favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;A. Purple&lt;br /&gt;B. Black&lt;br /&gt;C. Blue&lt;br /&gt;D. Hot Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is my occupation?&lt;br /&gt;A. Massage Therapist&lt;br /&gt;B. Police Officer&lt;br /&gt;C. Neurologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are some of my hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;A. Dancing, Singing, Reading&lt;br /&gt;B. Writing, Singing, Photography&lt;br /&gt;C. Stripping, Knitting, Golfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How old am I?&lt;br /&gt;A. 20&lt;br /&gt;B. 23&lt;br /&gt;C. 21&lt;br /&gt;D. 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where did I go to College?&lt;br /&gt;A. MSSU - Missouri Southern State University&lt;br /&gt;B. OSU - Oklahoma State University&lt;br /&gt;C. I didnt go&lt;br /&gt;D. CofO - College of the Ozarks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What kind of animals do I like?&lt;br /&gt;A. Dead ones&lt;br /&gt;B. Dogs&lt;br /&gt;C. Cats&lt;br /&gt;D. Stuffed ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What color are my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;A. Blue&lt;br /&gt;B. Brown&lt;br /&gt;C. Hazel&lt;br /&gt;D. Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is my biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;A. Nail Bitting&lt;br /&gt;B. Chewing with mouth open&lt;br /&gt;C. Repeating myself&lt;br /&gt;D. Immature people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do I want to be when I grow up?&lt;br /&gt;A. I dont wanna grow up&lt;br /&gt;B. A gigalo&lt;br /&gt;C. Same thing I am now&lt;br /&gt;D. A Bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it for now. Like I stated above, I'll put the real answers in my next blog so you can see how well you did. Put your answers in the comments. Hope everyone is doing well. Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113753103774182583?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113753103774182583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113753103774182583' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113753103774182583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113753103774182583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-well-do-you-know-me.html' title='How Well Do You Know Me?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113743812185250878</id><published>2006-01-16T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:02:01.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Father!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a father.  I am so happy.  It is an amazing feeling to have a child.  Too bad they arent my own.  haha...6 little kids, 4 girls and 2 boys, all between the ages of 3 and 5.  Its not just they love me anymore they now call me daddy.  Which I believe is quite cute.  Let me fill you in on why I am smiling so big right now.  Kids are so cute with their imagination and their lack of understanding.  It wasnt but just a couple of days ago they told me that they were going to marry me.  Now I am their daddy.  But not just that, they tell me that they are going to marry me and by my kids.  That to me is just outrageously cute and funny.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My opinion of kids has greatly changed.  I used to think of them as a bother.  Fun to be around when I wanted to be around them, but other then that they were in the way.  I didnt want any.  For the main fact that I was being selfish and wanted to buy only things for me.  Not that I have changed my thoughts on still wanting everything, cause I want a lot of stuff.  I'm just going to have to manage things better cause I would like a kid or two.  My views on them have changed, I just love being around them, especially they young ones because their mind is like a sponge and all they want to do is learn, and their imagination has no limits.  They are fun.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I'm going to take my little sister rabbit hunting this weekend.  That should be fun.  I'm hoping that we can get at least 5.  Hopefully more but the least amount that I would like is 5, that way there will be enough for everyone to have some.  Trust me, if you've never eaten rabbit, you have to try it.  If you cook it just right, it has a devine taste that it so much better then chicken.  Yeah thats right it tastes like chicken just better.  Everything tastes like chicken.  Why I even caught a fish in the ocean, it was an Amberjack, it tasted like chicken.  Weird.  I think that maybe God wanted to play a joke on us so thats why he made everything taste like chicken.  He wanted us to wake up every morning and think, hmmm...will it be chicken today or mmmmmmaybe chicken..???...  Ok that was stupid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I gotta go, I have a busy afternoon, 5 clients.  I'll talk to you later, hope everyone is doing good.  Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113743812185250878?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113743812185250878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113743812185250878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113743812185250878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113743812185250878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-father.html' title='I&apos;m A Father!!!!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113690641081557417</id><published>2006-01-10T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T07:20:47.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok guys...give me some ideas here. I'm running out of them. I would like to make another list. Like a top 10 or 20 or however many of my favorites or non-favorites...something. I really enjoyed making the lists. Or if there is something else you can think of that I should write about TELL ME please. I have just had a major brain fart lately and have ran out of ideas. Thanks, adios amigos and amigas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113690641081557417?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113690641081557417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113690641081557417' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113690641081557417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113690641081557417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/01/ideas.html' title='Ideas'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113682705380692941</id><published>2006-01-09T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T09:17:33.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did It Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weekend seemed to fly by way too quickly.  I work on Friday and Saturday so that makes for a shorter weekend.  But still...it seemed to just fly by.  My fiancee was in Chicago, so I sat at home without her, just waiting for her to get back.  Ok thats a lie...haha, I took my kid sister out to eat one night and we just hung out, and the next night I took my other kid sister out.  Saturday was a loooong day though.  She started her journey home from Chicago around 3:30pm.  She called me about every 10 minutes or so just to talk.  When she got to St. Louis she told me she was going to pull over for the night and then drive in the rest of the way in the morning.  She's an early riser, like 5am everyday.  YEAH, my sleeping habbits have changed just a little.  Anyway, but at 12:15 who comes walking through the door.  What a surprise! That was the best.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earlier that night my little sister and her buddy that slept over with her did a little performance for us all.  They took some of the poems that I've written and turned them into a song and sang for us.  Then they did this halarious funky 70's dance to the Bee Gee's song, Stayin' Alive.  I've never laughed so hard in my life.  Two eleven year old girls doin the disco.  Hahaha...you just had to be there.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets see...not much else going on.  We are trying to get everything together so we can start building onto our house to which we havent even moved into yet.  But thats not whats really on my mind at the moment.  Right now...James Bond.  Yeah, I want a marathon, so I'll be starting that tonight.  I havent seen a James Bond movie in a few months so I am just going to have to have a marathon now.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok well anyway, thats my life story at the moment.  Hope yours is going as good as mine.  Until next time...tha tha tha tha tha...thats all folks.  Adios!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113682705380692941?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113682705380692941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113682705380692941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113682705380692941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113682705380692941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/01/where-did-it-go.html' title='Where Did It Go?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113621567132101113</id><published>2006-01-02T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T07:27:51.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something I meant to write about was my engagement.  How it all went down.  It wasnt too bad for being thrown together in about 30 minutes.  I had something elaborate planned, but something came up.  Anyway...so the story goes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was going to ask her the week after, but she informed me that she would be going to Chicago for a business trip with her boss.  I was sad...not only cause I would be away from her for a week, but because I had planned to ask her to marry me that week.  Her sister and I had planned out a big ole elaborate surprise.  Oh well.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So after I get the news about her leaving, I get with my kid sister and we start tossing ideas around.  What are somethings that are important to her in our relationship.  The church...ok I have my location.  After that I pretty much knew what I was going to do.  I went and bought three roses.  Two red one pink.  I got a friend of mine who works at the church as the sound man and all that stuff.  It was going to be perfect for being thrown together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took the pink rose and a stool.  I sat the rose on the stool in front of the entrance to the church.  I took the red roses and tore off the petals.  I made a trail from the pink rose all the way to the altar.  Then, I took all of our favorite pictures and put then on a slide show on the projector screen.  Then, got one of her favorite songs...Love of a Lifetime, by Firehouse, and had it playing.  Which is awesome because that is one of my favorites as well.  Now all I had to do was remember the little speech I was going to give and get over my gitters.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made everyone leave.  3 minutes later I see her pulling into the church parking lot.  I ran to the altar and waited for her to come walking around the corner.  I saw her...my heart started pounding so loud that the people in the graveyard 5 miles away could hear it.  I was so nervous that I totally forgot the speech that I had planned.  I was stuttering and sluring my words.  She was crying and I was just in awww.  I finally made it down on one knee and asked the question...to which the reply was of course...YES!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afterwards we went out and started calling everyone and telling everyone that we saw.  We went out to eat and celebrated and just continued to call people.  I dont think my heart stopped pounding for at least the next day.  But anyway, it was one of the most exciting experiences of my life and I thought that I would share it with you.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until next time...Adios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113621567132101113?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113621567132101113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113621567132101113' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113621567132101113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113621567132101113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2006/01/engagement.html' title='The Engagement'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113596389404639847</id><published>2005-12-30T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T09:32:52.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog of Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rambling thoughts about nothing. So I'm getting married June 10th. So exciting. My mother-in-law, she runs a daycare. This is so so so much fun. All the kids, they just LOVE me. The minute I walk through the door I hear CHRIS, and then the all come and pounce on me. They are all so cute. But again I find myself drawn to the younger kids. They just have such an imagination. They are a little more fun then the older ones. All the older ones want to do is watch tv or something like that to where the younger ones constantly want you to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at the house that I'm going to buy again tonight. But this time with both sets of parents. Mine and the In-Laws. The first time they get to meet. Afterwards we are taking them out to eat and a nice place to get to know eachother better. I'm a little nervous, but I think it will go just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a full-time job now. I work for a Chiropractor as a massage therapist. It is by far the best job I've had yet. Even better thing...I see on average about 7 to 8 people a day. So fun. I would say in about 5 years, I should be making enough to pay everything off and maybe even start building my own home. I soooo cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo...get this. I am getting a motorcycle. Not just any plain ole motorcycle though. A crotch rocket. A nice and fast one. I'm going to start out with a Buel, which is made by Harley Davidson, then I figured I could move up to a Ducatti. That is going to be a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling a little down lately. I think that its because I havent watched many movies lately. I've seen like 2 in the past month. Its a killer for me. I'm used to watching, ooo I dont know 4 to 5 per week. So I've cut back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of reading three books and writing two. I've kind have came to a stand still on both the writing and the reading. I've just been so busy with my daily life right now I havent had time to do diddly squat. Oh well I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I'm going to go to lunch, I"M HUNGRY. Talk to ya all later. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113596389404639847?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113596389404639847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113596389404639847' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113596389404639847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113596389404639847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-of-nothing.html' title='Blog of Nothing'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113528036570772236</id><published>2005-12-22T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:38:34.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm lying next to my girl and I have an epiphany. I want to make an apology to everyone I've ever done wrong to, everyone I've ever hurt, and to anyone I might have ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting out on my list of apologies to make:...&lt;br /&gt;To -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole - I'm sorry that I acted the way I did towards you when we broke up. Not sorry we broke up, just sorry about my attitude towards you. You used to be my best friend so much that you were like a sister. So in a sense I feel like I lost some family. I hope that you will one day find happiness as I have. Again I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Cindy - I'm sorry that I etched my name into your house when I was younger. I honestly dont know what I was thinking. Again I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance - I'm sorry that when we were younger I gave you all of those bloody noses. Even if we did fight alot you were always like my brother and still are and I had no right to do that. Again I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsey - I'm sorry that I broke your heart. I'm sorry that we arent friends. You would have been a good friend, but you just didnt realize that I didnt love you like that. Wish we could have stayed "friends." Again I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Hamlet, my 5th Grade Teacher - I'm sorry for being such a hellion in your class. I honestly dont know what was going through my mind at that time. But for whatever reason it was, again I'm sorry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid from Braum's - I'm sorry that I broke your heart also...but I'm not gay, so ummm nevermind I take back that apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Janet, my spanish teacher - I'm sorry that I have you such a hard time in advance spanish. I just wanted a real teacher not lady that was a few years older then I am and didnt know anything about the subject. So, I might take that apology back as well....I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Aly - I'm sorry that I haven't been online. My life has been hectic lately and I just havent had time. I just moved and got a new job and its just been crazy lately. I still wuv you...you can email me if you would like and we can communicate that way, or if you want my cell number email me and let me know, I'll get it to you. Again I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clair, High School Teach - I'm sorry for sleeping through your Geography class. Not only cause it was disrespectful, but because of my grade in there. You were my favorite teacher, but still, the class sucked; Again I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - hmmm...I'm sorry for whenever I might have been a pain. I'm sorry if I ever made you cry or disappointed you. I'm happy/glad that your my mother, but sorry if I ever caused you any grief. I love you and again I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telemarketor - I'm sorry that I lied to you about going and getting one of my parents when actually I went and washed the dishes with you still on the line. I'm sorry I wasted your time, I know you were just doing your job. I just didnt like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girl - Not much that I'm sorry for. Maybe for letting you go away so easily the first time. But it all worked out for the best in the end. God brought us back together. So the time just wasnt right yet. So I guess I'm not sorry for anything...yet. I am sorry for anything that I ever do in the future that makes you angry with me. I'm sorry for anything that I mess up on. I'm sorry for anything that I ever do to disappoint you. But I'm not sorry for loving you. Again I'm sorry for everything else that I ever might do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few others that I would like to apologize to but I just dont really feel like it at the moment. So I guess I'm sorry for that. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113528036570772236?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113528036570772236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113528036570772236' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113528036570772236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113528036570772236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2005/12/apology.html' title='An Apology'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113506029620649566</id><published>2005-12-19T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:37:37.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a new life and I so love it. I have a new girlfriend soon to be wife. We are getting married June 10th. In which I get to wear the WHITE TUX I've always wanted. Yippie!! We are looking at houses which is so fun. We are getting ready to start registering for our wedding. Fun Fun! Today I got a new full time job. A Chiro in Cassville offerred me a job. I jumped on it like a 4 year old on candy. I am booked solid. People love me and I love it. It is the best job in the world. I have never been so happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I havent been home but maybe two to three days in the past two weeks. I've been down at my girls house. My mom is starting to miss me. So she is going to hate it when I move out in the next couple of weeks. I'm going to be moving down there seeing as how I now have a full-time job. I am flying from the nest. Feels good yet I dont like that feeling of knowing I'm going to have to be paying bills....ewww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok well I was just kind of checking up seeing as how some chica I know gets on to me for not posting more often...My Bad! Sorry that its so short though, its 1 a.m. and I have to get up at 5. Hope everyone has a good week, and a Merry CHRISTMAS. Talk later, adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113506029620649566?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113506029620649566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113506029620649566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113506029620649566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113506029620649566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113503041779092905</id><published>2005-12-19T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:36:49.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black history month. What...black history MONTH. Whites dont have even a day, neither do the mexicans, italians, chinese, ect...Everyone that I know of nowadays wants to do away with racism.  I heard an interview with Morgan Freeman the other day on the radio.  He said something that I never even thought about.  He was frustrated that our country has a whole month for black people.  He himself thought it was stupid and he didnt want it.  He said, whats the best way to stop racism....quit talking about it.  Dont refer to me as a black man and I wont refer to you as a white man.  Refer to me as Morgan...thats how you will defeat racism.  Wonderfully put Mr. Morgan.  Dont you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113503041779092905?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113503041779092905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113503041779092905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113503041779092905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113503041779092905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2005/12/racism.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477479.post-113459478635799511</id><published>2005-12-14T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:33:39.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are quotes that I've seen throughout my days that I just loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/strong&gt; - Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/strong&gt; - We loved with a love that was more than love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltaire&lt;/strong&gt; - Common sense is not so common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plato&lt;/strong&gt; - Only the dead have seen the end of the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Socrates&lt;/strong&gt; - The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anonymous&lt;/strong&gt; - The conscience acceptance to guilt in the necessary murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unknown&lt;/strong&gt; - The anticipation of death is worth then death itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul Brownlow&lt;/strong&gt; - It's true that we only live here once,but if we do it right, once is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unknown&lt;/strong&gt; - You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zsa Zsa Gabor&lt;/strong&gt; - I know nothing about sex, because I was always married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anonymous&lt;/strong&gt; - Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Socrates&lt;/strong&gt; - Close to me is Plato, but even closer to me is truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; - I try my best to do what I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477479-113459478635799511?l=cjnharv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/feeds/113459478635799511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477479&amp;postID=113459478635799511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113459478635799511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477479/posts/default/113459478635799511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjnharv.blogspot.com/2005/12/favorite-quotes.html' title='Favorite Quotes'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16259103890949578423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
