<?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-2766442177343264201</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:39:53.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Barbaric Yawp</title><subtitle type='html'>(Confessions of an LDS Teen in Rural AZ)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-2291299724205926021</id><published>2009-06-04T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:07:49.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHS Prom</title><content type='html'>I know that this is a couple of months late, but here's about Prom.  I asked Jessica Chee using quatrains written in iambic pentameter.  I gave one to her every period.  Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;When thought is brought upon my earnest mind&lt;br /&gt;To take a chance to dance with her, that girl,&lt;br /&gt;My heart doth pound.  This girl, so rare a find,&lt;br /&gt;Arrests my heart and puts my mind in whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;‘Tis Prom, the night where dreams take course and live.&lt;br /&gt;How luck has found me in my turn!  Awake!&lt;br /&gt;This dream, however wished, has yet to give.&lt;br /&gt;For time draws near to ask.  Fresh courage take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;In fear I look appalled upon my face,&lt;br /&gt;Its ugliness diminishes my hope.&lt;br /&gt;How can I ask a goddess of my race&lt;br /&gt;And in return expect but uttered, “Nope!”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;Shrewd Shakespeare’s lark saved him from all despair.&lt;br /&gt;Keen Spenser’s hope, renewed by pausing deer.&lt;br /&gt;How will the girl that God has made so fair&lt;br /&gt;Treat my ardent endeavor?  ‘Tis my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;Today she cast her matchless eyes my way.&lt;br /&gt;How lost became I in that piercing sea.&lt;br /&gt;And yet in them I found a subtle ray&lt;br /&gt;That made the faintness in my shy heart flee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to take the plunge.  I gasp&lt;br /&gt;As frigid waters hit.  Jessica Chee,&lt;br /&gt;Please carefully consider this.  I ask:&lt;br /&gt;Oh Belle, will you please go to Prom with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she said yes, luckily, despite my desperate pleadings.  The date was probably the most fun date I've ever been on.  We had a war with nerf guns, rode horses and just played and had fun.  Here are some pictures of us at dinner, right before the dance.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/Sift1iVJmyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MF0tm4ERrjI/s1600-h/2009+05+01+SHS+Prom+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/Sift1iVJmyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MF0tm4ERrjI/s400/2009+05+01+SHS+Prom+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343500986902747938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/Sift1Xjo9cI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_Wwdtzz4Umc/s1600-h/2009+05+02+SHS+Prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/Sift1Xjo9cI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_Wwdtzz4Umc/s400/2009+05+02+SHS+Prom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343500984010732994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/Sift1iUkRCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/evT7nEm0MbA/s1600-h/2009+05+02+SHS+Prom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/Sift1iUkRCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/evT7nEm0MbA/s400/2009+05+02+SHS+Prom1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343500986900300834" 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/2766442177343264201-2291299724205926021?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/2291299724205926021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=2291299724205926021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/2291299724205926021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/2291299724205926021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2009/06/shs-prom.html' title='SHS Prom'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/Sift1iVJmyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MF0tm4ERrjI/s72-c/2009+05+01+SHS+Prom+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-8098021355767046964</id><published>2009-05-04T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:17:05.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satire</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been so long since I have posted.  I just don't get around to it.  I guess that that is a good thing, because it means I don't spend as much time online.  I decided to post this satire, which was an assignment in our English class.  I really enjoyed writing it, so I hope that you all enjoy reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinning the Herd: Eliminating Those Who Are a Drain Upon Our Society, Thereby Raising the Value of Life, Providing Natural Resources, and Improving Our Nuclear Weapon System&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;Or&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;A Discourse on Abortion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Upon a chance, my mind has strayed to the thought of the value of life in our society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of how much worth is a life anyway?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cast my eyes around and found an answer to my query.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The answer was in the headline of a newspaper:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘Abortion Increases as Obama Takes Office.’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If mothers are allowed to murder their unborn children, then of what value is life?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Obviously, the value of life is on a huge rise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, much like the Supply and Demand formula, the fewer there are of us, the more we are worth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With this thought in mind, abortion becomes totally logical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to rid ourselves of those who are a burden upon society and are a drain on our hard-earned tax money and limited natural resources.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After much consideration, I have come up with a master plan to aid the country in the decision of eliminating those in society we do not need.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I propose Project Thinning the Herd.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Project Thinning the Herd is quite simple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who are the feeble in society?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who cannot support themselves or other people around them?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The country has already come up with one such group: unborn infants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They obviously are quite dependent on their mothers, both before birth and after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By eliminating them, we eliminate the burden that many otherwise free women in our society have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could discourse longer upon other reasons; however, today’s society has already labored on that topic for at least nine months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have come up with another dependent group: the elderly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I propose that once someone has passed the level of being able to support one’s own person and has to rely on other sources, such as Medicare or Social Security, then that someone be removed from society altogether.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To prevent confusion on when the independent actually becomes dependent, a standard of the age 65 or after the first stroke, whichever comes first, will be the standard time to thin the herd of that specific burden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those who love the idea of abortion will readily accept this plan, seeing how close it is to what they are doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Those who are at or above the age of 65, or those who have suffered a stroke, will likely not adhere with the said plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, I am willing to provide a list of different and creative methods that will make the old buzzards kick the bucket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Recent studies show that 85% of men and women above the age of 63 require some sort of medication.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After Googling prices for cyanide and arsenic, I have found that a relatively inexpensive way is to lace the pills being taken. This is an inexpensive method that provides great results, with little gruesome side effects.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What about the elusive 15% who do not take medication?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, they are probably concocting their own natural and herbal remedies, in which case they will be dead in a more reliable and natural fashion much more quickly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those who think that this method is too inhumane, I have come up with alternatives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of my favorites is the Dr. Kevorkian Method, which is either to disconnect the IV tube or trip over the oxygen tank cord while trying to stab them with a needle. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t remember which one it is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another one of the more popular methods is what I like to call the Obaminator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Simply take an old man, preferably one who has frequent contact with the Republican Party, and thoroughly interrogate him using questionable methods, such as water boarding and simulated slapping, to see if he had anything to do with the shady circumstances surrounding &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Guatanamo&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although it is relatively simple, the success rate is well over 98% the user can be sure that the president will be proud.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If none of these techniques work out, one can always resort to taking them to the Statue of Liberty and showing them the Air Force One glamour shots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The heart attack will surely do them in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After one of these methods is used and the desired effect is reached, the bodies will be amassed into a single chamber, where a fuse is lit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The smoke will then set turbines spinning, generating electricity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If all goes well, it should power up to one-third of the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;United   States of America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, excluding &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, which will be able to power the rest of the two-thirds by itself, due to the concentrated area of retirement homes and RV parks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, my plan will not only eliminate the feeble who are draining our natural resources, but it will turn them into natural resources.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This will solve the energy crisis and the controlled population will be able to slow down global warming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no bad side to Project Thinning the Herd.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a win-win situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;There are a few more ways to aid the country in controlling the population and increasing the value of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Transients are a perfect target.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Simply offer them one-way tickets to a city in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New Mexico&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; and turn that city into a nuclear missile test site.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, clearing away all Lakers fans should be a good way to weed out all of the fakes, or people pretending to be huge fans because &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kobe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s on our team and we live in LA, in our society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There should be no opposition to Project Thinning the Herd, as shown by the national attitude on abortion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those who tell themselves that &lt;i style=""&gt;abortion is morally wrong, &lt;/i&gt;though the minority, will have already left the country in order to practice their evils in a place where their appalling habits of having so many children will not be scorned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There the supply of human life will be much greater, and will therefore be worth little.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766442177343264201-8098021355767046964?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/8098021355767046964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=8098021355767046964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/8098021355767046964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/8098021355767046964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2009/05/satire.html' title='Satire'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-6886386070810203560</id><published>2009-01-11T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:49:11.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little get-to-know-you-doo-hickey thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Here's a fun little thing I got from my sister's blog. Fanks, Beaky. The ones that are bold are the things I've done. My comments are in the parentheses. Enjoy, if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1. Started your own blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2. Slept under the stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3. Played in a band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;combined with an orchestra&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;heck yes&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Piccacho Peak counts, right&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;9. Held a praying mantis &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;and pinned it to my bug collection&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;10. Sung a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11. Bungee jumped (&lt;em&gt;I wish&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;too many France ones--I'm adding my own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Been to more than forty-five states (I just lack Wisconsin, Alaska, Oregon and Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train (&lt;em&gt;I slept on a daytime one&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb (&lt;em&gt;I've pet one before&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I can explain: I live at home, alone a lot of the time, and we have an indoor pool and the windows have curtains. So it was more like taking a bath. In a big bathtub&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;27. Run a &lt;u&gt;HALF&lt;/u&gt; Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run (&lt;em&gt;with a girl, or in baseball&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;and felt them&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In England&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; (&lt;em&gt;every Sunday on the way to church in PA&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied (&lt;em&gt;I won't be satisfied until I'm a billionaire)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;41. Sung karaoke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Does a caricature count&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;50. Ridden on a ferris wheel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;snorkeling rocks&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain (&lt;em&gt;What&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;53. Played in the mud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;do homevideos and school videos count&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;62. Gone whale watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving (&lt;em&gt;I wish&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;73. Stood in Times Square &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;I love alligators&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone (&lt;em&gt;I broke my brother's finger, though.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;hiked it, Rim to Rim&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;93. Lost a loved one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;100. Seen Mount Rushmore in person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;101. Learned to play an instrument&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now challenge Michelle to do this. Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766442177343264201-6886386070810203560?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/6886386070810203560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=6886386070810203560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/6886386070810203560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/6886386070810203560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-get-to-know-you-doo-hickey-thing.html' title='Little get-to-know-you-doo-hickey thing'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-8571442163829609590</id><published>2008-12-28T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:17:31.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sands of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SVgdakmoYCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2P8trwos8Ck/s1600-h/2008+11+20+Hawaii+Vacation+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SVgdakmoYCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2P8trwos8Ck/s400/2008+11+20+Hawaii+Vacation+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285006505058787362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SVgdaxKzgLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/t8X_TDO9Okk/s1600-h/2008+11+20+Hawaii+Vacation+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SVgdaxKzgLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/t8X_TDO9Okk/s400/2008+11+20+Hawaii+Vacation+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285006508431737010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SVgdbhTvpiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FcpeIiyZTgo/s1600-h/2008+11+20+Hawaii+Vacation+862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SVgdbc8W5tI/AAAAAAAAAGk/P_nNlvitAbc/s400/2008+11+20+Hawaii+Vacation+871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285006520182302418" 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/2766442177343264201-8571442163829609590?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/8571442163829609590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=8571442163829609590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/8571442163829609590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/8571442163829609590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2008/12/sands-of-time.html' title='Sands of Time'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SVgdakmoYCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2P8trwos8Ck/s72-c/2008+11+20+Hawaii+Vacation+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-2420219690578427745</id><published>2008-12-18T17:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:20:49.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma Burgers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SUr2vfhvEuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RFRhwuAOx9E/s1600-h/joe_fry,+french_fries+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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It's awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766442177343264201-2420219690578427745?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/2420219690578427745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=2420219690578427745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/2420219690578427745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/2420219690578427745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2008/12/oklahoma-burgers.html' title='Oklahoma Burgers'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SUr2vfhvEuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RFRhwuAOx9E/s72-c/joe_fry,+french_fries+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-7426751470126968472</id><published>2008-12-18T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:27:58.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stocker turned Stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americanrosetheatre.com/images/oklahoma-picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 308px;" src="http://www.americanrosetheatre.com/images/oklahoma-picture2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's creepy.&lt;br /&gt;He's sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;He's a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;He's evil.&lt;br /&gt;He's lonely.&lt;br /&gt;He needs a woman.&lt;br /&gt;And a shave.&lt;br /&gt;He is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xc/3244214.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=DCB332A6E7C66BD3C4B101315123FD75A55A1E4F32AD3138"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 532px;" src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xc/3244214.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=DCB332A6E7C66BD3C4B101315123FD75A55A1E4F32AD3138" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xc/3244214.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=DCB332A6E7C66BD3C4B101315123FD75A55A1E4F32AD3138"&gt;Jud Fry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm friendly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stocker.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;I feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a woman.&lt;br /&gt;But I do need a shave.&lt;br /&gt;I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SUquveWRDsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NPpepheybxU/s1600-h/2008+11+20+Hawaii+Vacation+769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SUquveWRDsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NPpepheybxU/s400/2008+11+20+Hawaii+Vacation+769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281225643668868802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://baileycomputer/f/Photographs/Digital%205/2007%2012%2015%20Winter%20Formal--Joseph,%20Tiffany%20Lenhart/DSC05490.JPG"&gt;Joseph Bailey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have a thing in common:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SUrOGCk0o7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZeqE1jZPMBM/s1600-h/JAB+as+Jud%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SUrOGCk0o7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZeqE1jZPMBM/s400/JAB+as+Jud%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281260116211180466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both Jud Fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766442177343264201-7426751470126968472?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/7426751470126968472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=7426751470126968472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/7426751470126968472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/7426751470126968472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2008/12/stocker-turned-stalker.html' title='Stocker turned Stalker'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SUquveWRDsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NPpepheybxU/s72-c/2008+11+20+Hawaii+Vacation+769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-4478271496448704697</id><published>2008-10-08T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:41:58.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255014569593158306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SO2P6KYaOqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RCfDOZcRmU0/s400/DSC03568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ice Cream Social was Monday night. The Madrigals did very well, I thought. I was in a couple of special numbers, the main one being 'Emotions' by the BeeGees. I was also, of course, in all of the Madrigal numbers. It was enormously fun. Here is a sample video for your enjoyment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Bytheway, I'm the guy they lift up in the middle. I also have a brief appearance as the shark.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zvZ_HA6zhQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zvZ_HA6zhQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2766442177343264201-4478271496448704697?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/4478271496448704697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=4478271496448704697' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/4478271496448704697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/4478271496448704697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2008/10/ice-cream-social.html' title='Ice Cream Social'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SO2P6KYaOqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RCfDOZcRmU0/s72-c/DSC03568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-5912782465708827040</id><published>2008-09-28T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:27:11.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Mort du Lapin</title><content type='html'>I know, I have delayed this for weeks. This poor creature has long been buried here near our yard (meaning that I buried it in a shallow grave that has since been raided by the local crowd, namely coyotes and possibly Ivan's descendants) for nigh unto two months and I have neglected to perform the necessary rites for his passage to the other world. So to defer any punishment that rapidly approaches me for this crime (think Antigone), I pen this eulogy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be, or not to be. That is the question. Whether tis nobler to suffer the tiny BB's of the outrageous air rifle, or to live with the question of 'Do I really want to live in shrubbery grown by a septic tank?' His life; it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. The dust devils, the jackalopes, the wind whistling through enormous ears that pick up the melodic sounds of gigantic dogs in rapid rabid pursuit. What are men compared to rocks and rottweillers? Would a rabbit by any other name be as spastic? But the rabbit, he took the road more traveled by, and that has made the difference of six inches under. To err is human, to be an Eyre is divine, and to be a rabbit kind of stinks. Bilbo Baggins lived in a hole, not a sandy shallow hole, or a nasty damp muddy hole, not even a hobbit hole, but a rabbit hole. He came to the yard to live deliberately, to suck all the marrow out of the dandelions. Alas, that was his great mistake. And his last one. For then he made like Bambi's mom and got shot. But do not mourn, for that is the great circle of life, the destiny of the &lt;/em&gt;Lagomorpha. &lt;em&gt;And so we bid adieu to this most noble of cottontails, to this champion of the oppressed and the hunted. May you live on to run in the great Septic Tank Swamp of the sky. Adieu, adieu, parting is such sweet sorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251313358550085954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SOBprUykMUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Hkx9flwrkP0/s400/DSC05681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766442177343264201-5912782465708827040?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/5912782465708827040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=5912782465708827040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/5912782465708827040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/5912782465708827040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-mort-de-lapin.html' title='La Mort du Lapin'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SOBprUykMUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Hkx9flwrkP0/s72-c/DSC05681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-8858809865817903103</id><published>2008-09-21T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:46:21.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO COUGARS!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cougarblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/08ftbwallpaper7_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 465px; height: 351px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://cougarblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/08ftbwallpaper7_1024x768.jpg" border="0" height="352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, BYU took down Wyoming 44-0. It was beautiful. That's BYU's fourteenth win in a row, longest win streak in Division 1. BYU is now ranked #11 in both major polls. If they continue this way (like the overall score for the past two games being 103-0) and go undefeated, then there is a very good chance they could play in a BCS bowl ( dare I whisper &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NCS Bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;). So things are going pretty awesomely. There are six non-BCS conference teams in the top 25, and three from the Mountain West Conference, which is better than -cough- the Pac-10. -cough- I love this time of year. It's the most wonderful time of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 423px; height: 329px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://justanotherdumb.com/images/humiliation.jpg" border="0" /&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/2766442177343264201-8858809865817903103?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/8858809865817903103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=8858809865817903103' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/8858809865817903103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/8858809865817903103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-cougars.html' title='GO COUGARS!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-5981187371298037528</id><published>2008-09-08T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:43:55.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Application Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm back! Sorry for the long wait since I have posted. I know that everyone was waiting with baited breath. But seriously, life is going well. In Miss Cunningham's English class, we were assigned to write a sample college application essay. Here's mine. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Essay About Life, Or Man’s Great Journey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knights of the Round Table once sought a Holy Grail. Frodo Baggins once traveled to the land of Mordor to destroy the Ring. Moses once led millions of people to freedom. The Achaeans once launched a thousand ships to recover a woman. These are all great quests; one could even go as far as saying the greatest of quests. But are they really the greatest journeys? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the youngest of eight children in my family. All seven of my older siblings are perfect, or within grasp of that goal. They each have their lives planned out and are well on their way to finish their plans. They all know who they are and what they want to do. There is much expected of me, being the youngest. I am to have learned from all of them. I am supposed to take all of their good traits and combine them. In other words, I am supposed to be Superman, or the Hulk without anger issues. I am supposed to be the perfect child of the family, if perfection can attain greater perfection. But the truth is I am not perfect. And however similar I am to my siblings, I am not one of them. I am my own self, I have my own identity. I think for myself.&lt;/em&gt; Ego cogito, ergo sum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But who am I? How do I answer this question? Where do I start? Or, more importantly, where do I finish? The start may be the beginning of my life, the moment of my birth. From that moment, I began to discover myself. To learn is to grow, and in growing, reflection occurs. And in that reflection is the answer to the question. Our own experiences teach us, but our decisions in those experiences mold who we really are. To find myself, I need not lean on others, no matter how strong and firm they are. Yes, I may learn from them and can even grow from their experiences. But I cannot rely on them to find myself, for no matter how similar I am to them, I am different. The journey for knowing who we truly are can only be made by one person. Me. Not my friends, though they be great, wise, and caring; not my family, though they know me best, love me the most, and truly desire to see me succeed as they have; but me. I am the gatekeeper of my own destiny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine a throng of learned men, discussing the achievements of my siblings. They go through each one, highlighting triumphs and searching in vain for weaknesses or faults. Valedictorian here, All-State choir member there, future leader in any worthy category of life. Finally, they reach the bottom of the barrel. They look to each other and ask, “What has become of the youngest one? The eighth of the eight? What has he done? What progress has he made in obtaining perfection?” A hush comes over the congregated crowd, who had been earlier declaiming the accolades of the individuals of the family. All expect great speeches of daring deeds and chivalrous acts. But the silence continues, for no one can truly answer. I myself do not know. But how am I to find out? I am Victor Frankenstein, bringing life to my creation. I am Hercules, staring into the six eyes of Cerberus, gatekeeper of Hades. I am Thomas Jefferson, dipping my quill into the ink as I begin one of the world’s greatest documents. The stage is set, the company banded. Thus begins the greatest quest of all.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766442177343264201-5981187371298037528?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/5981187371298037528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=5981187371298037528' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/5981187371298037528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/5981187371298037528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2008/09/college-application-essay.html' title='College Application Essay'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-167569840584754354</id><published>2008-06-23T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:53:23.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family just spent the last two weeks on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215317016254334674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SGCHMcDjxtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GK8iuN66BEA/s400/2008+06+20++Wildings%27+Camera+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It was the best of times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324647737098098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SGCOIpi1f3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fhq_GlcB8wA/s400/2008+06+17+LA+to+TX+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The even better of times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324639571092434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SGCOILH6I9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_KRhhJloFkM/s400/2008+06+10+Bakers+in+AR+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And sometimes it even drooled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(though you've never seen a cuter drooler.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324653546875666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SGCOI_L_qxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gJZKkSEVIzg/s400/2008+06+18+Payground+TX+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the food was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324631453597186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SGCOHs4i_gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-eHc4tQmcYo/s400/2008+06+12+Lizard%27s+Thicket+Restaurant+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And the company was even better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324656884203666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SGCOJLnrQJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MA9uwK865BU/s400/2008+06+20++Doug%27s+Camera+256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215328590199344706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SGCRuIXFTkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ED22jDJ9ctU/s400/2008+06+16+Michelle%27s+PicturesBakers+in+AR+565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those who bore with us and put up with us. It was awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766442177343264201-167569840584754354?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/167569840584754354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=167569840584754354' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/167569840584754354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/167569840584754354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2008/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SGCHMcDjxtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GK8iuN66BEA/s72-c/2008+06+20++Wildings%27+Camera+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-3099090024887578410</id><published>2008-06-18T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:53:23.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Pioneer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFnPLzTlS5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yfJIjQpLMKE/s1600-h/2008+06+05+Joseph+on+Trek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFnPLzTlS5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yfJIjQpLMKE/s400/2008+06+05+Joseph+on+Trek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213425845315914642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went on our stake's handcart trek, as I'm sure most of you know.  I thought that I would insert this here picture.  It was an amazing experience.  I had an awesome family, the Bjornn family.  Our motto was Bjornn to be wild.  This experience taught me greater appreciation for both my ancestor pioneers and my current family.  I'm very glad I went and I encourage anyone who reads this that if they get the opportunity to go, either as a youth or as parents, they should do so without hesitation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766442177343264201-3099090024887578410?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/3099090024887578410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=3099090024887578410' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/3099090024887578410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/3099090024887578410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-pioneer.html' title='I&apos;m a Pioneer!'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFnPLzTlS5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yfJIjQpLMKE/s72-c/2008+06+05+Joseph+on+Trek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-4264184490585347699</id><published>2008-06-15T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:53:24.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bubble of Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXmWbAuHQI/AAAAAAAAADk/_8RdX-v2UM4/s1600-h/Joseph%27s+Bubble+of+Power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXmWbAuHQI/AAAAAAAAADk/_8RdX-v2UM4/s400/Joseph%27s+Bubble+of+Power.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212325416633507074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Becky for photo shopping this.  I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766442177343264201-4264184490585347699?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/4264184490585347699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=4264184490585347699' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/4264184490585347699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/4264184490585347699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-bubble-of-power.html' title='My Bubble of Power'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXmWbAuHQI/AAAAAAAAADk/_8RdX-v2UM4/s72-c/Joseph%27s+Bubble+of+Power.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766442177343264201.post-565631983325154289</id><published>2008-06-15T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:51:47.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>This could be the start of something new.  And I never thought that it could happen till it happened to me.  My family has convinced that it is the time to start a blog.  I hope that I am able to keep up with it, throughout my busy life.  Well, here goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766442177343264201-565631983325154289?l=josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/feeds/565631983325154289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766442177343264201&amp;postID=565631983325154289' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/565631983325154289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766442177343264201/posts/default/565631983325154289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephsbarbaricyawp.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>Jofus L'Incroyable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536201551077946898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cU6cKcYtDAA/SFXpxrlenGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZRCYLB0Mciw/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
