<?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-27397462</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:59:09.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-615711820614818907</id><published>2008-10-16T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:07:42.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Central PA Gets Fab-U-lous For An Evening</title><content type='html'>Yea, I know, it's been awhile since I've been out here.  I thought about trying to catch you all up, but that would take too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I got to see Sir Elton John live at the Giant Center.  3 hours of his best music was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little clip of Rocket Man I took on my cell phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fa8f556a80b748fa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa8f556a80b748fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330162165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4451431EC6476C0583318E3DA66659A7468BDB8E.554312FC3E0705A09F8F463EC4F30559E97945A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa8f556a80b748fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXt75vdiG48i4_-GPrwXmfLlW_ns&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa8f556a80b748fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330162165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4451431EC6476C0583318E3DA66659A7468BDB8E.554312FC3E0705A09F8F463EC4F30559E97945A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa8f556a80b748fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXt75vdiG48i4_-GPrwXmfLlW_ns&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed my shitty little video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to visit here more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-615711820614818907?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fa8f556a80b748fa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/615711820614818907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=615711820614818907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/615711820614818907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/615711820614818907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2008/10/central-pa-gets-fab-u-lous-for-evening.html' title='Central PA Gets Fab-U-lous For An Evening'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-9221803127768771480</id><published>2008-04-09T19:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:40:17.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memorium</title><content type='html'>Tuesday morning, a dear friend of mine passed away.  Lester (aka Mr K) lost his battle with kidney failure.  He passed the way anyone would want to go, at home, surrounded by those who cared about him the most.  The house seems so empty without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest well, Bubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R_1cyDJDMGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/o6e9ztNTR7k/s1600-h/Lester+sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R_1cyDJDMGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/o6e9ztNTR7k/s320/Lester+sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187404360707158114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-9221803127768771480?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/9221803127768771480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=9221803127768771480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/9221803127768771480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/9221803127768771480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-memorium.html' title='In Memorium'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R_1cyDJDMGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/o6e9ztNTR7k/s72-c/Lester+sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-8823434886983632583</id><published>2008-04-02T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:12:06.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blogness, My Old Friend</title><content type='html'>Wow, has it really been since December since I've been out here?  I really haven't felt like doing much of anything, lately.  Seems I have PTSD with a side order of depression.  Or is it the other way around?  I'm back in therapy (again) and tomorrow I get to see the psychiatrist.  The doc is to help me pick a new med that hopefully won't screw me up like Lexapro did.   That's all for now, stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-8823434886983632583?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/8823434886983632583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=8823434886983632583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/8823434886983632583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/8823434886983632583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-blogness-my-old-friend.html' title='Hello Blogness, My Old Friend'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-5134488480869011649</id><published>2007-12-24T10:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T10:41:15.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/qGO1awZX0nQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/qGO1awZX0nQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas all!  This song is "Christmas Eve Sarajevo" by the Trans Siberian Orchestra.  I like to think back to when I was in Bosnia, during the harsh Baltic winter, watching the locals dig through the dumpsters on the post looking for plastic to cover their windows to keep whatever precious heat they could make, inside their house.  During this Christmas season, please take time to remember how truly fortunate we really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-5134488480869011649?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/5134488480869011649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=5134488480869011649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/5134488480869011649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/5134488480869011649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/12/house-lights-christmas-eve-sarajevo_24.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-2321486780235609222</id><published>2007-10-30T11:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:59:35.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero performed by Michael Israel in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QZFkZiwMLZ4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QZFkZiwMLZ4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proof not all artists are anti-American freaks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-2321486780235609222?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/2321486780235609222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=2321486780235609222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/2321486780235609222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/2321486780235609222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/10/hero-performed-by-michael-israel-in-new.html' title='Hero performed by Michael Israel in New York'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-2782895610704027357</id><published>2007-10-25T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:54:22.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury Duty (almost...)</title><content type='html'>I was to be on jury duty this whole week.  Showed up Monday morning ready to go dish out some good old fashioned justice.  Back pack full of books to entertain myself during any down time.  Was placed on one panel to be picked for a jury.  AFter a series of questions regarding the case, I was rejected.  Got to go to lunch early, so I made the best of it and went to one of my favorite restaurants in the 'burg &lt;a href="http://www.mollybrannigans.com/"&gt;Molly Branigans&lt;/a&gt;.  I enjoyed the company of my &lt;a href="http://carnealian.blogspot.com/"&gt;special lunch guest&lt;/a&gt; and got my Irish on with a corned beef boxty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 o'clock, back to wait to be chosen for another jury panel.  Waited until 2:30, then 3 more panels were chosen.  Still rejected.  Those of of left were then told we would be very happy with the next announcement.  Me, being one for the small rewards in life figured we wouldn't have to come in until like 10 the next morning.  Wrong.  We were sent home with letters to prove we had been on jury duty for the day.  Just one day?  I had a whole week of lunches planned in my head.  I was finally going to read the Constitution like I have been talking about doing for quite some time now.  Oh well, maybe in 3 years when I am eligible to be picked again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-2782895610704027357?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/2782895610704027357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=2782895610704027357' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/2782895610704027357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/2782895610704027357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/10/jury-duty-almost.html' title='Jury Duty (almost...)'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-4964945708561408579</id><published>2007-08-16T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:00:20.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Too Funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PG8FieUkJJw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PG8FieUkJJw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-4964945708561408579?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/4964945708561408579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=4964945708561408579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/4964945708561408579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/4964945708561408579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-too-funny.html' title='This Is Too Funny...'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-7155731358642947357</id><published>2007-08-14T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:23:37.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Got this as an email, not sure if it is true or not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love This Comeback&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;One of my sons serves in the military.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is still stateside, here in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. He called me yesterday to let me know how warm and welcoming people were to him, and his troops, everywhere he goes, telling me how people shake their hands, and thank them for being willing to serve, and fight, for not only our own freedoms but so that others may have them also.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;But he also told me about an incident in the grocery store he stopped at yesterday, on his way home from the base. He said that ahead of several people in front of him stood a woman dressed in a burkha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;He said when she got to the cashier she loudly remarked about the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; flag lapel pin the cashier wore on her smock. The cashier reached up and touched the pin, and said proudly, "Yes, I always wear it and probably always will." &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The woman in the burkha then asked the cashier when she was going to stop bombing her countrymen, explaining that she was Iraqi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;A gentleman standing behind my son stepped forward, putting his arm around my son's shoulders, and nodding towards my son, said in a calm and gentle voice to the Iraqi woman: "Lady, hundreds of thousands of men and women like this young man have fought and died so that YOU could stand here, in MY country and accuse a check-out cashier of bombing YOUR countrymen. It is my belief that had you been this outspoken in YOUR own country, we wouldn't need to be there today. But, hey, if you have now learned how to speak out so loudly and clearly, I'll gladly buy you a ticket and pay your way back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; so you can straighten out the mess in YOUR country that you are obviously here in MY country to avoid."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Everyone within hearing distance cheered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-7155731358642947357?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/7155731358642947357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=7155731358642947357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/7155731358642947357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/7155731358642947357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/08/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought...'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-4232628736490562330</id><published>2007-07-26T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:19:50.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennsylvanians - by Jeff Foxworthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hold on folks... two days, two posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget Rednecks - here is what Jeff Foxworthy has to say about Pennsylvanians:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If your local Dairy Queen is closed from September through May, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance and they don't work there, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you've worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If "Vacation" means going anywhere south of &lt;u2:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/u2:city&gt; for the weekend, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you measure distance in hours, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you have switched from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day and back again, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you can drive 75 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you install security lights on your house and garage, but leave both unlocked, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you carry jumpers in your car and your wife knows how to use them, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If the speed limit on the highway is 55 mph -- you're going 80 and everybody is passing you, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter and road construction, you may live in Pennsylvania . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you have more miles on your snow blower than your car, you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you find 10 degrees "a little chilly", you may live in &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you actually understand these jokes, and forward them to all your &lt;u2:state st="on"&gt;&lt;u2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/u2:place&gt;&lt;/u2:state&gt; friends &amp; others, you definitely live in Pennsylvania .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I don't know if Jeff Foxworthy really said all this or not, but to this Pennsylvanian it was all hilarious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-4232628736490562330?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/4232628736490562330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=4232628736490562330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/4232628736490562330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/4232628736490562330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/07/pennsylvanians-by-jeff-foxworthy.html' title='Pennsylvanians - by Jeff Foxworthy'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-2686616617682559342</id><published>2007-07-25T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:36:37.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Days, Three Concerts, One Roller Derby, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Dear God, I need time off from my time off.  Friday, live, in concert at Hershey Stadium, The Police.  It should go without saying that this was a near religious experience.  Sting and the boys were AWESOME!!!  Saturday was the roller derby.  My sister is a genuine roller derby queen, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mimosamama"&gt;Mimosa Mama&lt;/a&gt;, with the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchlandrollers.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dutchland&lt;/span&gt; Rollers&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rockinest&lt;/span&gt; bunch of ladies to ever grace (or is it disgrace) a roller rink.  Sunday was mostly a day of rest, but in the evening it was time to go see my brother in law's band, &lt;a href="http://www.butcherbeach.com/"&gt;The Butchers&lt;/a&gt;.  They describe themselves as "No-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; 60's Garage Rock at its Finest".  I have no need to disagree.  They rock!  I highly recommend catching their show if you can.  Last night, Pete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yorn&lt;/span&gt; at the Chameleon in Lancaster.  I wasn't 100% sure about this show, but came away quite impressed.  Someday I may finally grow up, but probably not.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-2686616617682559342?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/2686616617682559342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=2686616617682559342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/2686616617682559342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/2686616617682559342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/07/seven-days-three-concerts-one-roller.html' title='Seven Days, Three Concerts, One Roller Derby, Oh My!'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-2259275607280161502</id><published>2007-07-11T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:24:52.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mr. D.J.</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was my reserve duty weekend.  Saturday was our Battalion change of command.  For the uninitiated, an Army change of command ceremony work like this: the troops spend most of the morning "practicing' in formation.  The problem here is that the troops are only taking the commands from the leaders, who are the ones really practicing.  I've always thought maybe they should practice without the troops and we could show up for the actual ceremony.  If the commanders are of high enough rank, they may be fortunate to get an actual band to play at the ceremony.  A &lt;a href="http://www.army.mil/symbols/armyranks.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LTC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is not quite high enough to get a real band.  That's where the Mr. D.J. comes in.  At one point during the "festivities" I was asked if I had a job for the ceremony, I replied other than standing in the sun with everyone else, no.  I was then given the option of running the sound equipment, which I of course was all over.  Over the past 18 years I have been in more change of command formations than I care to count.  My job was to follow the change of command script and at the appropriate places, play music.  The selections were: Ruffles and Flourishes, The &lt;a href="http://bands.army.mil/docs/anthem.mp3"&gt;Star Spangled Banner&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bands.army.mil/docs/ArmySongCombined.mp3"&gt;The Army Song&lt;/a&gt;.  Grammy nomination anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-2259275607280161502?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/2259275607280161502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=2259275607280161502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/2259275607280161502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/2259275607280161502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-mr-dj.html' title='Hey Mr. D.J.'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-8108233866480212598</id><published>2007-06-08T15:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T16:02:08.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Like My Blog Isn't The Only Thing That Gets Updated Every 26 Years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="slide" alt="Pac-Man Championship Edition // Championship Mode (© NAMCO BANDAI Games Inc.)" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/9A/BFC352B5B986B71FCFE4AED43EEC2A.JPG" height="225" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first new &lt;a href="http://tech.msn.com/products/article.aspx?cp-documentid=4967470"&gt;Pac Man&lt;/a&gt; mazes in 26 years have been released.  Oh the hours and quarters spent chasing ghosts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-8108233866480212598?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/8108233866480212598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=8108233866480212598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/8108233866480212598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/8108233866480212598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/06/looks-like-my-blog-isnt-only-thing-that.html' title='Looks Like My Blog Isn&apos;t The Only Thing That Gets Updated Every 26 Years...'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-8314673583547199260</id><published>2007-05-24T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:40:18.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/RlWOvD6A77I/AAAAAAAAAAk/cr5f31r9fUM/s1600-h/improbable-software_real-us-flag-screensaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/RlWOvD6A77I/AAAAAAAAAAk/cr5f31r9fUM/s320/improbable-software_real-us-flag-screensaver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068113894828994482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1868 Memorial Day was not about the first vacation of the summer.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barbecues&lt;/span&gt;.  Or that great sale at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;megaplex&lt;/span&gt;.  Memorial Day was &lt;a href="http://www.usmemorialday.org/backgrnd.html"&gt;created&lt;/a&gt; to be a day the reflect on those who have made the ultimate sacrifice so we may enjoy our lives.  On Monday as you're stuck in traffic; stuffing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;burgers&lt;/span&gt;, dogs or whatever; or waiting in line to checkout with your amazing bargains - please take some time to reflect on those who are no longer with us.  Those who have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ensured&lt;/span&gt; that we still have the freedom to enjoy our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;Remembering...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;© 2001 Jessica F., 3rd Grader, Academy Elementary School, Madison, Connecticut.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red, white and blue&lt;br /&gt;For those we knew&lt;br /&gt;Who marched off to war.&lt;br /&gt;We honor them now&lt;br /&gt;And show them how&lt;br /&gt;Their bravery we can't ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes of war,&lt;br /&gt;They were so much more,&lt;br /&gt;Father and brother and friend.&lt;br /&gt;Flags at half mast&lt;br /&gt;For those of the past&lt;br /&gt;To whom our gratitude we send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We place flowers on the graves&lt;br /&gt;Of those who were brave,&lt;br /&gt;We salute them far and wide.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing poppies galore&lt;br /&gt;While our hearts soar,&lt;br /&gt;remembering proudly those who have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-8314673583547199260?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/8314673583547199260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=8314673583547199260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/8314673583547199260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/8314673583547199260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/RlWOvD6A77I/AAAAAAAAAAk/cr5f31r9fUM/s72-c/improbable-software_real-us-flag-screensaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-137502170288632831</id><published>2007-05-04T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:40:18.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Explaination Needed</title><content type='html'>I think this picture is worth far more than the proverbial 1000 words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/Rjs5wPORVEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n46FhXavyug/s1600-h/67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/Rjs5wPORVEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n46FhXavyug/s320/67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060702107163776066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5th of May!&lt;br /&gt;(Commonly known as Cinco de Mayo, but this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;America)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-137502170288632831?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/137502170288632831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=137502170288632831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/137502170288632831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/137502170288632831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-explaination-needed.html' title='No Explaination Needed'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/Rjs5wPORVEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n46FhXavyug/s72-c/67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-1393244111931823472</id><published>2007-03-01T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:36:41.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting, but Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/animalworld/070228_snail_mucus.html"&gt;http://www.livescience.com/animalworld/070228_snail_mucus.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-1393244111931823472?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/1393244111931823472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=1393244111931823472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/1393244111931823472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/1393244111931823472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/03/disgusting-but-interesting.html' title='Disgusting, but Interesting'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-3547240072220328143</id><published>2007-02-22T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:58:05.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Engineers Week</title><content type='html'>This week is &lt;a href="http://www.eweek.org/"&gt;National Engineers Week&lt;/a&gt; (yes, everybody gets thier own week these days).  Why this week you ask?  George Washington is &lt;a href="http://www.eweek.org/site/News/Features/gw.shtml"&gt;America's first engineer&lt;/a&gt;, so Engineers Week is celebrated along with his birthday.  Tonight, I will be celebrating with a special dinner at work with cocktail hour.  Free food and drinks, two of my most favorite things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-3547240072220328143?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/3547240072220328143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=3547240072220328143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/3547240072220328143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/3547240072220328143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-national-engineers-week.html' title='Happy National Engineers Week'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-3331457984940876073</id><published>2007-02-06T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:21:54.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here</title><content type='html'>Guess it's time for my monthly post.  I've been super busy at work, the guy that does the same job as me and therefore shares my workload was out on medical leave for all of January.  That meant I had to pick up most of his share of the work.  My boss and a couple of the other engineers helped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good birthday weekend, went out with my sister and her husband on Friday, hung out at the Midtown on Saturday, just had a small Super Bowl party on Sunday and &lt;a href="http://carnealian.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carnealian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; took me out for a birthday steak dinner and drinks last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll sleep when I'm dead...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-3331457984940876073?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/3331457984940876073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=3331457984940876073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/3331457984940876073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/3331457984940876073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-714170216971854998</id><published>2007-01-22T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T13:04:47.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From The "You Can't Make This Up" Files</title><content type='html'>Helped my Mom, Aunt (her sister) and Uncle (her borther) move into their house yesterday.  Yes, they all live under the same roof, should save a little on Christmas card and postage this year.  The three of them have been a rather Nomadic bunch lately.  My cousin remarked that they will all die in that house.  I was a little kinder, I said you don't have to die here, but the next move will be by a moving company, even if we have to all chip in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of postage, from Fox News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Wonder They're Disgruntled&lt;br /&gt;OWENSBORO, Ky. (AP) -- Postal workers apparently have no special clout when it comes to being told the check's in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;That's the case in this western Kentucky city, where post office employees are still waiting for their Jan. 12 paychecks.&lt;br /&gt;They seem to have been lost -- in the mail, Postmaster Kristine Fox told the Owensboro Messenger-Inquirer.&lt;br /&gt;"Somebody somewhere made a mistake," she said. "And nobody has 'fessed up yet."&lt;br /&gt;Fox said she called several postal centers to try to track down the missing checks but had no success. She said she waited to ask for new checks because she kept thinking the old ones would surface.&lt;br /&gt;"I wouldn't have waited this long," she said. "But Monday was a holiday. And I kept thinking I would find them."&lt;br /&gt;The biweekly checks come from Egan, Minn., she said, and are sorted several times along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-714170216971854998?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/714170216971854998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=714170216971854998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/714170216971854998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/714170216971854998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-you-cant-make-this-up-files.html' title='From The &quot;You Can&apos;t Make This Up&quot; Files'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-5925983946992206671</id><published>2007-01-17T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:40:18.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Is Die, With A T</title><content type='html'>I have discovered why there are so many fat asses in this country. Dieting sucks. I put myself on Weight Watchers, to lose about 30 pounds.   I need to get myself back into shape to get ready for drill sergeant school, which would be much eaiser if I wasn't carrying 30 pounds I really don't need.  So far, I have not been able to get myself on a regular exercise routine, partially due to laziness, partially due to a cough that just won't go away.  Wish me luck!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/Ra6bSIJtgEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ze1CJD0Uhf0/s1600-h/13761794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021121370292846658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/Ra6bSIJtgEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ze1CJD0Uhf0/s320/13761794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-5925983946992206671?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/5925983946992206671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=5925983946992206671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/5925983946992206671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/5925983946992206671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/01/diet-is-die-with-t.html' title='Diet Is Die, With A T'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/Ra6bSIJtgEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ze1CJD0Uhf0/s72-c/13761794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-8685564065222779774</id><published>2007-01-09T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:44:46.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead, yet...</title><content type='html'>Let's see... what's new.  I got my annual Christmas cold, spent the holidays totally miserable.  Still have a nasty cough, went to the doctors last Friday.  He told me we need to get that cough under control.  No shit, really?  Maybe I should go to medical school, doesn't seem that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an A- in my first master's class.  WOO &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I was hoping for a B, since that is the minimum GPA I need to graduate, but I'll take the higher grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been giving presentations to the sales people at my company this week.  Everyone comments how well I do.  What, just because I am an engineer, I need to be socially inept???  Oh well, I guess a lot of engineers are socially inept, so I should just enjoy the limelight for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-8685564065222779774?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/8685564065222779774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=8685564065222779774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/8685564065222779774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/8685564065222779774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not dead, yet...'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-1026212556560902616</id><published>2006-12-05T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:55:10.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery, Again</title><content type='html'>Well, Jasmine is back at the vet, getting &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lumps&lt;/span&gt; cut out again.  The only good thing is that they are not cancerous.  Seems that the last time she was in to have lumps removed, they were deep into her abdominal cavity and the vet couldn't get everything out.  She made it through the surgery with no problems.  Whew!  But she has to stay the night at the vet, which sucks.  I miss my little &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-1026212556560902616?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/1026212556560902616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=1026212556560902616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/1026212556560902616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/1026212556560902616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/12/surgery-again.html' title='Surgery, Again'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-6780269536227220447</id><published>2006-12-01T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:09:01.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birth Defect</title><content type='html'>Let me share with you my birth defect.  It seems I was born with a Y chromosome.  Please, no benefit concerts.  While I typically manage to function fairly well, despite my congenital shortcoming, sometimes it gets the best of me.  My latest loss against it is as follows...  I had been feeling crappy for a couple days.  Lexapro withdrawal symptoms, again.  I recognized the feeling from my last doseage redcution.  Seemed I had not taken the little white pill that I love to hate for several days.  I mentioned to C, who does not have the birth defect, that I hadn't taken my pill since like last Saturday.  She, of course, scolded me, not being sensitive to my handicap.  Well, I took the pill last night and lo &amp; behold, today I feel much better.  I'm glad I have someone like her to look out for me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-6780269536227220447?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/6780269536227220447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=6780269536227220447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/6780269536227220447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/6780269536227220447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-birth-defect.html' title='My Birth Defect'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-5402595318807660762</id><published>2006-11-30T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:25:01.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Truly Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that when a man know what he wants and is not afraid to tell anyone, he is "assertive"?  When a woman knows what she wants and is not afraid to tell anyone, she is "a bitch"?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ATTN: LAWMAKERS -  I don't care what plan you have, YOU CANNOT DEFEAT AN ENEMY WHO IS NOT AFRAID TO DIE!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does anybody else find it funny that Kid Rock never saw "the video" and now wants a divorce from Pam?  Is he the only person on the planet who has NOT seen "the video"?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All anti-depressant medication sucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-5402595318807660762?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/5402595318807660762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=5402595318807660762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/5402595318807660762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/5402595318807660762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-truly-random-thoughts.html' title='Some Truly Random Thoughts'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-116472238632905780</id><published>2006-11-28T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T08:59:46.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrissie &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/1600/pret.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/320/pret.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad I'm back at work after this weekend, I need the rest. Thursday through Sunday are covered &lt;a href="http://carnealian.blogspot.com/2006/11/carnealians-big-80s-weekend.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Last night was &lt;a href="http://www.pretendersarchives.com/"&gt;The Pretenders&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thewhotour.com/"&gt;The Who&lt;/a&gt; live at The Giant Center in Hershey, PA. All started normally, Chrissie and pals took to the stage and started rockin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between songs, under the heat of the lights, Chrissie removes her white jacket, much like the one in the photo. I yell "take it all off" during a brief moment of silence. Chrissie replies, to me and me alone, "back at cha'". In the words of the late Chris Farley: "that was AWESOME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the The Pretenders show and the entire Who set were a nearly religious experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-116472238632905780?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/116472238632905780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=116472238632905780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/116472238632905780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/116472238632905780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/11/chrissie-me.html' title='Chrissie &amp; Me'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-116318320307575525</id><published>2006-11-10T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:29:38.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/1600/wells.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/320/wells.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Veterans' Day, as all the sales ads will tell you. Please take a few minutes to reflect upon the sacrifices a few Americans are willing to take for the benefit of all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, remember those who have paid the ultimate price for our country. Please put politics aside and just remember them as the patriots they truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/1600/rice.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/320/rice.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of politics, my displeasure with Sen. Kerry's "joke" generated a lot of discussion about my political views and what I think of the war in Iraq. Politically, I am a registered, card carrying Libertarian. I have been a Libertarian for well over 5 years now. When I was in college, I took a sociology class and the one day we were discussing politics. I made the comment that I was not sure if I was a conservative Democrat or a liberal Republican. My personal views do not fit neatly into either major party. One of the other students in the class mentioned I might want to look into the Libertarian party. Like most people, I was skeptical at first, but after researching, I found the Libertarian view to be nearly indentical to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Iraq... I have always had the opinion that we should have not invaded in 2003. Hussein did not seem to pose any immediate threat to the US. The Saudis, maybe, after all 19 of the 21 9/11 hijackers were Saudi citizens. The has been much discussion in the news about us "losing" the war in Iraq. How can we say if we are winning or losing if we do not have clear goals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel we should be formulating a plan to help the Iraqis help themselves. "Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he'll eat forever." All people want to be free, no matter what their religion. They may not choose to live under an American style government, but freedom is freedom, regardless of it's form. Although I feel we should have not started the war when we did, I feel we should finish it in some way other than just leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my $.02.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-116318320307575525?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/116318320307575525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=116318320307575525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/116318320307575525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/116318320307575525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-veterans-day.html' title='Happy Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-116249112326536152</id><published>2006-11-02T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:12:03.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology Accepted</title><content type='html'>It seems Sen. Kerry has come out of hiding and has apologized for his "joke" at the expense of some of America's best, brightest and certainly bravest young people. Since he was willing to do something rare for a politician and do the right thing by apologizing, I sent the following message to him, accepting his apology:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sen. Kerry,&lt;br /&gt;I accept your apology. In the future, I request that if you have a problem with the Bush administration's policies, that you make joke at their expense, not at the expense of hard working young American men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I have had to educate several people about how tough it is to be a soldier, not only physically, but also mentally. The United States Armed Forces of today are not the same Armed Forces of 30 years ago. The old "go to war or go to jail" idea does not exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;SFC Brian A Linton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not care if his apology is sincere or not. He made it public, that is all that counts. Let the Republicans and Democrats play their partisan games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-116249112326536152?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/116249112326536152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=116249112326536152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/116249112326536152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/116249112326536152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/11/apology-accepted.html' title='Apology Accepted'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-116241273304362532</id><published>2006-11-01T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:30:17.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Senator Douchebag</title><content type='html'>I'm sure by now you have heard about Sen. Kerry's comment about students who don't do well in school getting "stuck in Iraq".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the message I sent to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sen Kerry,Regarding your comments earlier this week about "being stuck in Iraq". I find your comments to be extremely offensive. I have served in the US Army and Army Reserve for over 18 years, with honor. I spent last year in Kuwait, in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. I also have a BS in Electrical Engineering Technology from Penn State and have completed 6 credit towards a Master's degree in Engineering Science. Does this mean I am not intelligent because I am in the military?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you to please write to Sen. Kerry and let him know how REAL Americans, who are not married to billionaires, feel about our young men and women who have volunteered to do a job that may place them in dangerous situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to &lt;a href="http://www.gop.com/GetActive/Petition.aspx"&gt;sign a petition&lt;/a&gt; asking Sen. Kerry to apologize for his comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am not a Republican, I just subscribe to their newsletter to keep myself informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real change in government, on November 7th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://WWW.LP.ORG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;VOTE LIBERTARIAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-116241273304362532?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/116241273304362532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=116241273304362532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/116241273304362532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/116241273304362532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/11/senator-douchebag.html' title='Senator Douchebag'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-116165694925461868</id><published>2006-10-23T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:29:09.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawal</title><content type='html'>I feel like shit this week.  The doc lowered my dosage of my anti-depressant medication.  I feel fluish, alternate between feeling like I am going to puke my guts out and starving, I have hot flashes, etc.  Sounds like fun, don't it?  I can't help but wonder, why do people take stuff like crack or meth?  Hopefully this passes quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-116165694925461868?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/116165694925461868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=116165694925461868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/116165694925461868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/116165694925461868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/10/withdrawal.html' title='Withdrawal'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-116025885656196294</id><published>2006-10-07T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:59:52.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>Had a ani-rifc morning today.  Dropped Jasmine off at the groomers and took Mr. K to the vets for his weekly fluids.  They got along very well in the car, no swatting or yipeing at all.  Jasmine looks  pretty (for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/1600/IMG_5009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/320/IMG_5009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't look like that for long, Jasmine likes being dirty.  She has spent a large part of the afternoon scratching at her clean (yucky for her) fur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-116025885656196294?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/116025885656196294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=116025885656196294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/116025885656196294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/116025885656196294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/10/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-115983398875817604</id><published>2006-10-02T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:06:28.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy In Amish Country</title><content type='html'>WARNING: Remember the 1st amendment Before Reading Any Further!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you have heard about the &lt;a href="http://www.wgal.com/news/9981693/detail.html"&gt;shooting&lt;/a&gt; at the Amish school by now.  This pisses me off on many levels.  First, why did this guy shoot these very, very innocent Amish girls?  (Footnote:  I am very protective of the Amish.  Anyone who can continue to live like they do the the Internet age deserves respect)  Second, I imagine all the anti-gun nuts are going to be out in full force in light of the multiple shootings the past weeks.  Please repeat the following phrase, "GUNS DON'T KILL PEOPLE, PEOPLE KILL PEOPLE".  Lastly, what really pisses me off is that this guy supposedly did it because he was seeking revenge for something that happened 20 years ago.  20 YEARS AGO!!!  He hasn't had any problems or said anything that should have concerned someone in 20 years?!?!?  That last one really touches a nerve with me due to my divorce.  After I announced to my friends and family that my marriage was over, the typical response was, "Oh, we thought something was wrong".  In my mind I said, "Thanks for nothing, fuckers!".  What came out of my mouth was, "I wish you would have said something sooner".   That is my point to all this angry rambling.  If you know someone who doesn't seem quite right or a know of couple in a relationship where "things don't seem to be quite right" for the love of God, say something!!!  Maybe by showing a little compassion we can prevent tragedies like this from happening in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  In other, good, news, Mr. K is doing better than we could have imagined.  He gained a pound since last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wgal.com/news/9981693/detail.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-115983398875817604?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/115983398875817604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=115983398875817604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115983398875817604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115983398875817604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/10/tragedy-in-amish-country.html' title='Tragedy In Amish Country'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-115889367605805382</id><published>2006-09-21T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:54:36.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Panic</title><content type='html'>One of these days I'll start taking my own advice.  I recently told a very, very close friend to remain calm and Don't Panic about their school, etc...  Well what was I doing earlier this week?  Seems I didn't have as much to worry about as I thought.  I got the first assignment back from my power electronics class with a grade of 10/10.  Woo Hoo!!!  Guess I'm smarter than I give myself credit for.  Well, maybe not, I just ended that sentence with a preposition.  DOH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-115889367605805382?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/115889367605805382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=115889367605805382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115889367605805382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115889367605805382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-panic.html' title='Don&apos;t Panic'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-115871198694836002</id><published>2006-09-19T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:26:26.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Have I bitten off more than I can chew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only Tuesday and I  really need it to be Friday.  I'm only two weeks into the semester and I'm starting to burn out already.  Working full time, working on my school work, packing my stuff and getting a house ready to sell...  guess that's why I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it should all be worth it in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-115871198694836002?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/115871198694836002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=115871198694836002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115871198694836002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115871198694836002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/09/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-115797894347753527</id><published>2006-09-11T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T07:49:03.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memoriam</title><content type='html'>As part of of the 2,996 9/11 &lt;a href="http://www.dcroe.com/2996/"&gt;tribute&lt;/a&gt;, I will be honoring Joseph O. Pick of Hoboken, NJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/1600/122587port.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/320/122587port.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph was one of thousands of people who were just going to work in the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001 to just do their job like they did everyday. He was the vice president of Fiduciary Trust International. Joseph was also a devoted father, a &lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/Sept11.asp?Page=TributeStory&amp;PersonId=122587"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; in the New York Times related a tale of how, one Christmas he secretly showed up Christmas Eve, dressed as Santa Claus, to surprise his daughter, Jeannette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph was 40 years old when he was killed in the attack on the Trade Center. He is survived my his wife, Marie and his daughter, Jeannette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tribute was important to me because, as a soldier a lot of people consider me a hero for what I do. I do appreciate the sentiment and am somewhat humbled by the support I have received over the past years, but sometimes we forget the on that horrible day, there were more heroes than just the soldiers, firemen and police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 11, 2001 - Never Forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/Sept11.asp?Page=TributeStory&amp;amp;PersonId=122587"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-115797894347753527?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/115797894347753527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=115797894347753527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115797894347753527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115797894347753527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-memoriam.html' title='In Memoriam'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-115695726952468112</id><published>2006-08-30T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:01:09.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm Toasty</title><content type='html'>Well, I seem to be slowly recovering from my self-barbecuing. At least the discomfort has subsided enough that I can sleep at night. Maybe in the future when someone recommends I wear sun screen, I should listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the results back from the vet. Jasmine's lump was non-cancerous, it was a type of cyst. Yay! Now the hard part is keeping her from licking the stitches. I have to make sure the incision stays clean and check it for signs of infection. It looks totally grody, so I guess I am just looking for blood or pus or something that looks even worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-115695726952468112?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/115695726952468112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=115695726952468112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115695726952468112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115695726952468112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/08/mmmm-toasty.html' title='Mmmm Toasty'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-115600182074432597</id><published>2006-08-19T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:37:00.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief (For Now)</title><content type='html'>Joy!  Jasmine made it through surgery with flying colors.  The vet said her pre-op blood work results were "execptional" for a dog her age.  The lump has been sent to the lab for testing to see if it is a tumor or just a cyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is resting comfortably, sleeping on the couch.  The hard thing now is going to be making sure she does rest.  I hope I have as much energy as she does when I am 13 (91 in human years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to an old-fashioned Lancaster County Luau this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-115600182074432597?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/115600182074432597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=115600182074432597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115600182074432597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115600182074432597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/08/relief-for-now.html' title='Relief (For Now)'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-115583321338362378</id><published>2006-08-17T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:48:58.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lump</title><content type='html'>Jasmine is going to the vet's for surgery tomorrow. She has a lump on her breast. Unfortunately, the only way to tell if it is a tumor or not is to cut it out and send it to the lab (the place with test equipment, not the dog). The vet did an EKG to make sure she could be anesthetized, which she passed with flying colors. I'm sure everything will be OK, but am still a little worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish her well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-115583321338362378?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/115583321338362378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=115583321338362378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115583321338362378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115583321338362378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/08/lump.html' title='Lump'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-115490131086272815</id><published>2006-08-06T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T16:55:10.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya Chester...</title><content type='html'>Well, I've finally stared drilling again, er, doing my reserve duty for you civilians.  It's actually good to be (kinda) back in the Army.  So far I like my new unit.  There are a few glitches, since most of the battalion is either deployed or gainfully employed elsewhere.   I have a lot of schooling ahead of me... I have to go to drill sergeant school, finish my basic non-commissioned officer course, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing yesterday morning, I was nominated to be the acting first sergeant.  DOH!  I was all like, "well I don't know anyone here or how things are run, but I'll do the best I can".  Well, I didn't loose anyone, mission complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical reserve unit, the soldiers are always trying to come up with things to do to ward off the boredom monster.  Hopefully I can be creative enough to keep the idle hands busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the old commercials said, "it's not just a job, it's an adventure".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-115490131086272815?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/115490131086272815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=115490131086272815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115490131086272815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115490131086272815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/08/hiya-chester.html' title='Hiya Chester...'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-115396575704827924</id><published>2006-07-26T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:02:37.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Porch Blogging</title><content type='html'>This is my first naked porch blog.  Yes, you read that right, I'm naked on the porch, blogging.  OK, what could be so important that I would be blogging naked on the porch???  Well, it seems Lance Bass from NSync is gay.  Talk about your wastes of time for the AP.  Lance Bass is gay.  NO SHIT!!!  The AP has nothing else to report about?  What about the war in Iraq?  The Israel-Lebanon conflict?  Afganistan?  Anything else?  Lance Bass, gay, I can hardly believe that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, back to my nakedness and drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-115396575704827924?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/115396575704827924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=115396575704827924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115396575704827924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115396575704827924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/07/naked-porch-blogging.html' title='Naked Porch Blogging'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-115379063346635928</id><published>2006-07-24T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:23:53.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nomadic Life</title><content type='html'>I am in the process of moving out of my house (yuck).  My stuff is currently in three different places.  I took a load to the storage locker tonight, amazing how much shit I can fit in my car... four outdoor chairs with cushions, a microwave cart, two sleeping bags, a sleeping bag mat and a few miscellaneous lawn chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I just got contacts for the first time.  Not sure if I like them or not.  My eyes don't like being touched, but they are starting to cooperate more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I make life changes, I go all out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-115379063346635928?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/115379063346635928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=115379063346635928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115379063346635928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115379063346635928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-nomadic-life.html' title='My Nomadic Life'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-115109582273230319</id><published>2006-06-23T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:57:03.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutest Little Dog, Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is Jasmine, the cutest little dog ever. She is a 12 year old American Cocker Spaniel (she will be 13 on July 4th). Well, to be politically correct, she is a German-American Cocker Spaniel since she was born in Ansbach, Germany.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nittanybri/152293228/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/152293228_85972173e8_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In addition to playing tug with a rope and chasing tennis balls, her other hobbies include dining on cat poo and "rearranging" the trash can. She also enjoys going for walks and exploring construction sites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-115109582273230319?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/115109582273230319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=115109582273230319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115109582273230319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115109582273230319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/06/cutest-little-dog-ever.html' title='The Cutest Little Dog, Ever'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-115099547107306111</id><published>2006-06-22T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:58:30.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead yet</title><content type='html'>Well, my class is finally over. Haven't received word of a grade, hope I passed. Yes, I have been slacking on the blog thing. I do have some idea for blogs, just need to take a few minutes and write them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-115099547107306111?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/115099547107306111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=115099547107306111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115099547107306111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/115099547107306111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not dead yet'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-114965262565758884</id><published>2006-06-06T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:57:05.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Frappe</title><content type='html'>Well, I had a great weekend, as usual.  Drank a lot of beer and other assorted intoxicants Saturday night and played tour guide in Gettysburg on Sunday.  I had my class tonight, can't wait 'til it is over.  Just one more week, the summer class thing has its ups and downs.  Up is that it is only 6 weeks, the down is that it is 15 weeks worth of information to digest.  I feel as if someone has opened my skull, scooped out my brains, plopped them in a blender, hit frappe for a minute and poured them back into my skull.  Mmmm... brain frappe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to post more pictures, but blogger seems to be running a little slow tonight, maybe some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to a NYC trip this coming weekend!  Should be a great time, I will be travlling with my most favorite travel buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-114965262565758884?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/114965262565758884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=114965262565758884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114965262565758884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114965262565758884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/06/brain-frappe.html' title='Brain Frappe'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-114904109031418281</id><published>2006-05-30T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T07:33:18.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, here is a new post</title><content type='html'>Swish, swish, swish... (sound of broom sweeping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't gone totally mental, yet. My class does seem to be getting easier as time goes on. Maybe the summer class deal isn't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a short post, I am very tired. Seems I have someone who likes to keep me "up" late. Who can say no to a pretty face?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-114904109031418281?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/114904109031418281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=114904109031418281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114904109031418281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114904109031418281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-here-is-new-post.html' title='OK, here is a new post'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-114788589659865719</id><published>2006-05-17T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:11:36.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Rubber Band Debacle, Part Deux</title><content type='html'>Happy day! The Alliance Pale Gold Crepe, Size 62 rubber bands have finally arrived. All is well in the world. At height of the crisis, the following were involved in ensuring the proper rubber bands were used: (1) product engineer, (1) engineering manager, (1) engineering secretary, (1) customer service supervisor, (1) customer service rep., (1) value added manufacturing supervisor, (1) field sales rep., (1) mechanical engineer and I believe a partridge in a pear tree may have been involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had my first graduate class last night. Seems the class started last Thursday, not last night like the rest of the classes. That puts me about the equivalent of one week behind, luckily the professor is giving me a chance to catch up. I think this will be my first and last summer course I take. Cramming 15 weeks worth of knowledge into 6 weeks is about as painful as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I just read that Lew Anderson has passed away at the age of 84.  RIP Clarabell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-114788589659865719?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/114788589659865719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=114788589659865719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114788589659865719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114788589659865719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/05/great-rubber-band-debacle-part-deux.html' title='The Great Rubber Band Debacle, Part Deux'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-114765937209462926</id><published>2006-05-14T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:42:20.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Joy, Pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>OK, I think I figured out how to post pictures.  I'm not retarded after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos were taken last Sunday as I wandered aimlessly through Harrisburg, PA.  I will post more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front of Dauphin County Courthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/1600/IMG_4699.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/320/IMG_4699.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned Railroad tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/1600/IMG_4704.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/320/IMG_4704.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking North on Front Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/1600/IMG_4705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/320/IMG_4705.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grave of John Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/1600/IMG_4715.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/16/2885/320/IMG_4715.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-114765937209462926?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/114765937209462926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=114765937209462926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114765937209462926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114765937209462926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-joy-pictures.html' title='Oh Joy, Pictures!!!'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-114739132231413006</id><published>2006-05-11T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:48:42.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Rubber Band Debacle</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't figured out the picture posting thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been warned about mixing blogging and work, but here goes, anyway.  I am an electrical engineer.  In college I took 9 credits of calculus, including differential equations, 9 credits of physics through quantum physics and other miscellaneous interesting, but often painful classes.  OK, back on track.  One of my more recent projects I have tackled is how to ship parts to one of my customers without the rubber band around them breaking.  After many hours of troubleshooting, meetings and general head scratching, it was determined that not all rubber bands are created equal.  It turns out that the Alliance Pale Gold Crepe, size 62 is the creme de la creme of rubber bands.  Those of you considering a career in engineering can now see the exciting type of project to which you may end up applying all that good knowlege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Peters!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-114739132231413006?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/114739132231413006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=114739132231413006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114739132231413006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114739132231413006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/05/great-rubber-band-debacle.html' title='The Great Rubber Band Debacle'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-114722610480446697</id><published>2006-05-09T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:55:04.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Museum Groupie</title><content type='html'>I was hoping to post some pics, but it seems either I am a total retard or blogger isn't cooperating with me.  Probably a little of each.  So, anyhoo, I realized this weekend I have accidentally become a museum groupie.  Oh, and I coined a new (as far as I know) blog term.  Blacker = blog + slacker (n) one who does not post on a schedule soon enough as to please their blog buddies.  Ok, back to the museum groupie business: my ex-wife works in the museum field, she is doing basically the same job now that she did before I helped her through 4 years of college (note bitterness) and my new "significant other" interns at a museum.  Totally by coincidence, of course, but enough to make me a museum groupie.  Which is fine by me, I do enjoy museums... just one of many quirks that make up the freakiness that is me.  Hopefully I figure out how to post pics soon, I have some good ones, in my not-so-humble opinion, to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN, Brian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-114722610480446697?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/114722610480446697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=114722610480446697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114722610480446697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114722610480446697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-museum-groupie.html' title='I&apos;m A Museum Groupie'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-114680058255286916</id><published>2006-05-04T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:01:28.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Das Bier Ist Gut!</title><content type='html'>Well, I was voted into the Lancaster Liederkranz tonight.  http://lancasterliederkranz.com/index.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I may have been "delta-uniform-india".  Those  of you who have been in the service know exactly what I am talking about.  I drank from the "boot", a Deutscher custom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,  Carnealian, http://carnealian.blogspot.com , my most favorite blog buddy, suggested I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the nearest book&lt;br /&gt;2. Open it to page 123&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence&lt;br /&gt;4. Copy it onto your blog/journal along with these instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was being carried into the yard, her arms around firm, powerful shoulders."&lt;br /&gt;So the fifth sentence on page 123 of the nearest book is: "TRUST-To what degree and on what levels am I willing to let the other person gain access to the things about me that I don't want everybody to know?"  Which is from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adult Children Of Alcoholics &lt;/span&gt;by Janet Woititz.  Yes, I understand the irony of a child of an alcoholic being "delta-uniform-india", so there is no need to point it out to me.  My mother is a recovering alcoholic, which for the first 35 years of my life defined me.  It was only after my 14 year marriage fell apart that I found the strength within myself to heal from the scars of my life as a child of an alcoholic.  Funny how it takes a tragedy in our lives to make us fix ourselves.  I'm much better, now and in a strange way I am glad my marriage fell apart, if it hadn't, I never would have met "C".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obli-di, obli-da, life goes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-114680058255286916?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/114680058255286916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=114680058255286916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114680058255286916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114680058255286916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/05/das-bier-ist-gut.html' title='Das Bier Ist Gut!'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-114670789913393358</id><published>2006-05-03T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:58:19.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Amendment and Other Musings</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I was cutting the grass, which strangely enough I find to be very thereputic.  While mowing I started thinking of a conversation I had this weekend... the discussion was about the exact moment when one goes from being the smart ass , punk kid causing trouble to the old crank bitching about the  smart ass,  punk kid causing trouble.  I have come to the conclusion that the exact moment is when you write the first mortgage check for your own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to 1st amendment business.  I am a soldier, which I have been both full and part time, for over 17 years now.  With each enlistment or reenlistment, you take an oath to defend the constitution of the United States.  My favorite amendment is the 1st: "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances."  Why do I mention this now, you ask?  Well, I am a big fan of free speech and since I have sworn to defend it to the death, if needed, I feel I should take full advantage and exercise my rights.  So if words and phrases like: fuck, shit, asshole, sperm burping come dumpster, ass clown, ass hat, douche bag, cunt, cock, clitoris, butt pirate, bitch, ass spelunker, nipple, blow job, sloppy wet pussy, fuck stain, fucker, mother fucker, father fucker, uncle fucker, dick head, retard, gimp, needle dick bug fucker or tuna taco offend you, please go read someone else's blog.  Consider yourself warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-114670789913393358?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/114670789913393358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=114670789913393358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114670789913393358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114670789913393358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/05/1st-amendment-and-other-musings.html' title='1st Amendment and Other Musings'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27397462.post-114653504748608262</id><published>2006-05-01T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:57:27.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!</title><content type='html'>Well, I was always asked: "if everyone else jumped off a bridge, would you?"  I was starting to feel left out of this blogging business, so I have opened shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past  few weeks have been incredible for me.  After months of being in a deep depression, I am finally coming out of my deep blue funk &amp; I feel more alive than I have in years. Is it the spring weather or is it the absolutely incredible woman I have met?Who knows, and does it really matter?  I am happy and that is all that counts.  "C", if you're reading this, thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become almost too good at occupying my mind and keeping myself busy, doctors orders to pull myself out of the depression, of course.  In a couple weeks I will be starting on my masters in Engineering Science.  It is both scary and exciting at the same time.  Not too shabby for someone who flunked out of college on the first attempt, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough rambling here.  TTFN, Brian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27397462-114653504748608262?l=nittanybri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/feeds/114653504748608262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27397462&amp;postID=114653504748608262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114653504748608262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27397462/posts/default/114653504748608262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nittanybri.blogspot.com/2006/05/greetings.html' title='Greetings!'/><author><name>NittanyBri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J7kkn6543Ds/R6ijF_zEv5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RUJdvpLNDDo/S220/152294830_294a73d8a2_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
