<?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-3077461</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:39:33.800-05:00</updated><category term='Flying'/><category term='My lent pledge'/><title type='text'>Motorcity Daily</title><subtitle type='html'>...I love it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5258979362411239303</id><published>2009-07-08T08:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:47:18.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update.Oh man have I made some training progress!  The other day, I finished 48 minutes at just under 5.0 non-stop.  Sweet Corn!......that is a HUGE achievement for me.  Last night, I don't know where I pulled out the energy to get 3.7 miles done but it's done.  What the hell is going on?!  I hate running.  Yes, I seriously hate running but I'm trying to learn to like it.  Ha!  I know that sounds</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5258979362411239303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5258979362411239303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5258979362411239303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5258979362411239303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-114769548840107596</id><published>2009-06-21T12:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:50:31.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a good week last week until Friday afternoon about 4:30 when a lady told me that we might not be able to use the material we delivered to the site not 8 hours earlier.  I don't want to get into it because it's Sunday and it took me two whole days to accept that it's not personal, it's business.  I admit, sometimes, I have a really hard time dealing with that but I finally found a way to, at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/114769548840107596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=114769548840107596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/114769548840107596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/114769548840107596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-good-week-last-week-until-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-3175513041776994514</id><published>2009-06-19T07:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:51:23.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UGH I've been through two days of training already and I'm feeling in it.  Wednesday night was my 3 mile and last night was my 2 mile with strength training.  Surprisingly enough, it was not hard to jump on the treadmill last night knowing that I'd run 3 miles the night before.  The crappy part was holding my pace though.  I ran out of gas way quicker than I expected.  I guess I was mentally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3175513041776994514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=3175513041776994514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3175513041776994514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3175513041776994514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh-ive-been-through-two-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-1706135017598226030</id><published>2009-06-08T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:33:29.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been a month since I've last written.  I guess I haven't been as vocal about the everyday diet because I was traveling back and forth between here and GR.  And as we all know, traveling can be a BIG killer for a diet.  I'm back now though, so I suppose I can talk about the results.I'm proud to say that I've actually stayed pretty close to my target caloric intake.  I'll admit, I had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1706135017598226030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=1706135017598226030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1706135017598226030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1706135017598226030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-its-been-month-since-ive-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5153996013091205345</id><published>2009-04-30T07:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:02:37.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Total pounds lost on the P&amp;J Exchange Program = 23lbs. Workout Improvements:I'm on a full on 20-25 minute jog on the treadmill with a good five minute power walk (warm up) at 3.8mph and a 5 minute cool down at 3.0 - 2.7.  However, I started a new routine just last week that increases the overall workout time and is actually helping me push for a longer run times.  When I first started, I gave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5153996013091205345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5153996013091205345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5153996013091205345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5153996013091205345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/04/total-pounds-lost-on-p-exchange-program.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2796712927060540113</id><published>2009-04-16T14:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:33:13.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had an embarrassing moment over easter.  I bought a few shirts at this store last week, thinking that they'd go really really well with a pair of white slacks that I had at home.  On Easter morning, after jumping out of the shower, I go to put on my outfit and oooohhh nnoooo........my pants don't fit anymore.  My husband cheers a little while I show him the gap between my waist and the outside </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2796712927060540113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2796712927060540113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2796712927060540113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2796712927060540113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-had-embarrassing-moment-over-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8635700473770319937</id><published>2009-04-08T07:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:45:25.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's really funny when people are like "um whoa, ummmm {{pssssst}}  so jackie, umm, so did you like, umm, lose weight, errrr?"  It's like some people are really cautious about what they say when it comes to weight, even when you lose it.  I suppose it's only the right thing to do considering how mortifying it would be if someone asked if someone else gained a lot of weight.  SO I guess maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8635700473770319937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8635700473770319937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8635700473770319937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8635700473770319937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-its-really-funny-when-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2073986423662784898</id><published>2009-03-24T07:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:46:33.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did I tell you that I'm down 18lbs so far now?  Yeah, it's pretty awesome.  I wish I could shed a little more but it's been a crazy over the last two weeks. St. Patty's weekend was a blast!  I stayed as close to the diet as I could but it's a little hard when you have an all day drinking extravaganza planned.  I was proud of myself for not giving in too much, even though it was nice to splurge a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2073986423662784898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2073986423662784898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2073986423662784898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2073986423662784898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-i-tell-you-that-im-down-18lbs-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2121418752409383906</id><published>2009-03-05T07:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:34:02.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made it!  **this is where balloons come down from the ceiling and party horns sound, etc etc** I pledged to lose 15lbs. on the Pound for Pound challenge and I did it!  I can't believe it! Right after Christmas, Paul and I talked about changing our lifestyle for the better and that we should participate in something like the PfPc.  I can't believe that it worked though.....like it actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2121418752409383906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2121418752409383906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2121418752409383906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2121418752409383906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-made-it-this-is-where-balloons-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-7769992273109148100</id><published>2009-02-25T07:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:30:14.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wednesday check in. Well, I'm still holding at 13lbs. There's a reason for it holding for about a week or so -- and it's not because of overeating or no exercise. It'll start back up again next week, it's cool. I'm confident.I'm still training on the treadmill. I'm running for just under 20 minutes now (about 4 songs as I like to say) and I'm so proud. I think I'm going to set a goal for 22 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7769992273109148100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=7769992273109148100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7769992273109148100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7769992273109148100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/02/wednesday-check-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-6825904281348369907</id><published>2009-02-18T07:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:10:31.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check in Wednesday.  Weight loss so far : 13lbs.  I was thinking about skipping the check in this morning because I've almost plateau'ed over the last few days BUT it's actually better that I talk about it.  From last Thurs to last night, I've picked up an additional 5-10 minutes on my run and then used the 9mph-30 second sprints for extra stress release.  Sprints were especially satisfying last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6825904281348369907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=6825904281348369907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6825904281348369907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6825904281348369907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-in-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5247043841670930467</id><published>2009-02-11T06:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:31:39.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check in day. Weight loss so far: 11lbs. I don't really even want to say that this is a diet cause it doesn't feel like one. I mean believe me blog, when people say it's a lifestyle change, it most certainly is BUT it's.......dare I say it........not very hard. Mix a little willpower in with a little motivation and discipline and BAM! Heathly lifestyle.There's no special tricks. There's no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5247043841670930467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5247043841670930467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5247043841670930467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5247043841670930467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-7877921839423623863</id><published>2009-01-28T07:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:54:26.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had to practically force myself on the treadmill last night but I'm actually really glad that I did.  I am really proud of myself these past few weeks.  My head has really been into the weight loss game more than ever before and it's been at least 3 -4 weeks now.  I'm totally diggin the renewed ability to jog for 15 solid minutes and NOT watch the clock for every second.  The 30 minutes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7877921839423623863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=7877921839423623863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7877921839423623863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7877921839423623863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-to-practically-force-myself-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8561964661734212824</id><published>2009-01-23T07:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:42:05.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you know that you can eat a bowl of vegetables, a medium salad with cherry tomatoes &amp; two tablespoons of light ranch dressing, and a small boneless piece of chicken breast with cheese and salsa, for the same calories as one and half pieces of pizza?  Did you also know that you can eat a gynormous plate full of celery and two tablespoons of light ranch (for dipping purposes) for less calories </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8561964661734212824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8561964661734212824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8561964661734212824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8561964661734212824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-you-know-that-you-can-eat-bowl-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-6785446899790307928</id><published>2009-01-21T07:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:26:17.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YES WE CAN!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6785446899790307928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=6785446899790307928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6785446899790307928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6785446899790307928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-we-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5041068951907084454</id><published>2009-01-19T12:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:39:21.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paul made bean burgers last night.  They turned out to be more like bean mush with lettuce and tomatoes between two pieces of whole wheat bun....but we both ate them and then laughed about why making burgers out of beans was among the worst recipe ideas ever to come from Betty Crocker.  Damn it Crocker!  YOu let us down!Tonight we'll probably try the chicken cacciatore.  You say 'cacciatore' like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5041068951907084454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5041068951907084454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5041068951907084454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5041068951907084454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2009/01/paul-made-bean-burgers-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-6110355253640546816</id><published>2008-12-22T07:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:09:02.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>T-9 days 17 hours until a historical new year.It's gonna be a tough year.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6110355253640546816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=6110355253640546816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6110355253640546816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6110355253640546816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/12/t-9-days-17-hours-until-historical-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-7626233277415314431</id><published>2008-12-11T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:45.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new email: "someone has messed with our website and as a result, some documents are missing or severely damaged. we are asking everyone to resubmit all submittals."you mean, I really DIDN'T screw up?!?  Yes!  I mean, wait, F.  I have to do it all over again.  Shooooooooot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7626233277415314431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=7626233277415314431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7626233277415314431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7626233277415314431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-email-someone-has-messed-with-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5705306606351453324</id><published>2008-12-08T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:08:58.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heart beating slightly faster.open the email.open the attachment.There's an attachment to the attachment?I'm supposed to re-submit everything?heart beats harder and fasterI can hear it in my chest.thud, thud, thud, thudWhat if I missed language that said this is a CTP instead of an EPDM?!thudthudthudthudOMG - this is terrible!I don't deserve to be here if the data was rejected!heart travels to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5705306606351453324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5705306606351453324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5705306606351453324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5705306606351453324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/12/heart-beating-slightly-faster.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-704396704322384478</id><published>2008-12-03T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:11:53.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>are we ever going to come out of this?  or is michigan in for another painful market free fall?  please stop the bleeding!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/704396704322384478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=704396704322384478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/704396704322384478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/704396704322384478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-we-ever-going-to-come-out-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2285951023813727911</id><published>2008-11-17T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:14:05.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish the rest of the United States could feel how painful it is in Detroit right now.  Maybe all of those people who don't feel like helping the US car companies out would understand how serious things are for the people around here.  Most people think negatively about the UAW and how much workers get paid and blah-bitty-blah-blah.  What most don't know it that it's more than just workers.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2285951023813727911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2285951023813727911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2285951023813727911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2285951023813727911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wish-rest-of-united-states-could-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8726765881182093359</id><published>2008-11-10T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:25:29.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got this massive headache that just won't go away.  I would really like to officially call the day a day......and I just might get the balls to do it. I hate days like this.  Days when I feel like day dreaming instead of actually working.  Although I love fantasizing about decorating my house or taking the beast out for a cruise, it only makes the 'burned out' feeling more real.  So it's an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8726765881182093359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8726765881182093359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8726765881182093359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8726765881182093359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-this-massive-headache-that-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-4546146288599001903</id><published>2008-10-31T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:22:06.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> HOW LOW CAN YOU GO BABY!!!!! you ever notice that gas was around $1.20-$1.40 per gallon when George W. was elected and now that his administration is leaving office......the price of gas per gallon plummets from $4.00 to $2.07??  Hmmmmm..  Interrrreeesssssssting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4546146288599001903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=4546146288599001903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4546146288599001903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4546146288599001903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-low-can-you-go-baby-you-ever-notice.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/SQs9OWEbeJI/AAAAAAAAALk/SPEYgPx7bME/s72-c/Linds.Scott+B+day+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-4844464349029147030</id><published>2008-09-29T07:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:05:31.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was seriously motivated this weekend until about 5 yesterday.  I got up Saturday morning and I cleaned like 80% of the house (as usual), then decided to take the rest of the afternoon to ride.  I left the house about 2 with a couple of stops in mind and then after about 100-130 miles or so, I finally pulled up into the driveway around 5:15.  It was super nice.  Saturday night we just chilled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4844464349029147030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=4844464349029147030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4844464349029147030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4844464349029147030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-seriously-motivated-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-3145487693595671682</id><published>2008-08-29T08:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:58:29.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so I've got this problem. about a year ago, my brother and I suggested hiring this guy we know for additional support in our estimating department.  he's normally a level headed guy but he's got a hot temper and some very noticable insecurities.  I usually ignore he's rants and raves about how good he is at something and how he told other people to do this or that and so on and so forth.  so one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3145487693595671682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=3145487693595671682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3145487693595671682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3145487693595671682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-ive-got-this-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-4260371119057540618</id><published>2008-08-03T18:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:06:31.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Babies can wait.....I'm selfish right now....... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4260371119057540618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=4260371119057540618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4260371119057540618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4260371119057540618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/08/babies-can-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/SJYru8lnMpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hnroCN6SO8w/s72-c/da+doobs+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-4990161114711558770</id><published>2008-07-08T07:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:05:15.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY does this always happen to me?!!!????!?!?!?!?!?  I should always do the opposite of what I think we should do.  ALWAYS. This morning, I didn't really have a feeling either way.  I thought, "wow, the radar looks bad for the west side of the state but hell, it looks like it's all breaking up in jackson.  well, shit though, if that big thing stays together, I'm in trouble and I can't afford to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4990161114711558770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=4990161114711558770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4990161114711558770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4990161114711558770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-does-this-always-happen-to-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-6133345195830083493</id><published>2008-06-22T13:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:46:48.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate that while walking, sometimes I think that I'm stepping on good, solid ground .... but in reality, I've actually pressed a 3" rusty nail completely through the bottom of my shoe, through my sock, piercing, quite painfully, through the thin flesh that covers the bottom of my right foot.I love that not only does my 'across the street' neighbor have a daughter that mows the lawn but that she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6133345195830083493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=6133345195830083493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6133345195830083493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6133345195830083493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-that-while-walking-sometimes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-4472042207399018004</id><published>2008-06-16T18:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:47:55.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My new rule: whenever I feel like I need to say that I 'hate' something, I will compliment it with something that I love.1. I hate emotional fights.1A. I love oranges.2. I hate feeling like people expect me to work late because I always end up working late.2A. I love that cutting coupons, returning bottles, and getting "in-store" savings can add up to more than $20+ in overall savings on your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4472042207399018004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=4472042207399018004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4472042207399018004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4472042207399018004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-theory-whenever-i-feel-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-1485178916137607653</id><published>2008-06-10T06:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T06:42:24.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's raining! you know what that means blogg? rain=day off from blue team. Yea, I call them blue team now because it's easier than saying that I got a day off from running a very complicated reroof at an automotive suppliers' plant. Easier? I thought so.I opened up the office at 5:30 this morning and then discovered that we have no coffee. NO COFFEE?!? I immediately walked my behind back to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1485178916137607653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=1485178916137607653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1485178916137607653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1485178916137607653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-raining-you-know-what-that-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/SE5Za-4g8ZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/62M3-Loy22E/s72-c/My+Neighborhood+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-4516144987099393142</id><published>2008-05-23T07:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:53:08.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Friday.  This is great.  Today is my day to completely screw around and get nearly nothing done.  If anyone has anything to say about it, they can go kiss a turkey!The job from H-E-double hockey sticks is going to begin on Tuesday.  For me, the nice summer work days will begin at 5:30am and end around 3pm (sometimes 4 depending on who calls).  It's partially my fault because I stressed to my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4516144987099393142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=4516144987099393142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4516144987099393142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4516144987099393142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5265794046884613206</id><published>2008-05-16T07:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:42:00.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A) you know what really 'grinds my gears'? when somebody asks me a question and the person doesn't really care about the question, they only care about proving you wrong. 4 eggsample, when someone's like:"hey didn't you say that plasma tvs were expensive?"I nod."well there not - look at these prices."I ask him, "are you talking Sony or Hitachi, 720p or 1080p, 19" or 60"?""I don't know."Ok well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5265794046884613206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5265794046884613206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5265794046884613206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5265794046884613206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-what-really-grinds-my-gears.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-3599101346017931271</id><published>2008-04-24T07:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:44:25.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG this guy comes in yesterday and says to me, "I don't think I should work today, it's going to rain."  I clicked over to Intellicast and as I look over the radar, I see nothing but two small green blobs flying across the state.  30% chance it says.  30%.  So I tell him, "I don't see why you couldn't try it - but that's just my opinion."  I could tell right away he didn't like that answer.  You</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3599101346017931271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=3599101346017931271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3599101346017931271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3599101346017931271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/04/omg-this-guy-comes-in-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5222984375625837470</id><published>2008-04-14T16:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:27:35.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I drove through downtown Ann Arbor last week, looking at potential projects, I found myself in the middle of what appeared to be a student neighborhood.  At first, I looked around and got that "yea, I could blend in if I lived here" vibe  --  but then I realized, I can't really blend in because these people are 4 or more years younger than I am. 4 or more!  can you believe it!  that's crazy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5222984375625837470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5222984375625837470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5222984375625837470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5222984375625837470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-i-drove-through-downtown-ann-arbor.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-3705177252250703770</id><published>2008-04-09T07:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:08:43.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When AXL workers went on strike, we didn't think it would last longer than a week. Now some 8 weeks later, they're still walking up and down Holbrook. I pit stopped in the Ham last week for diesel while on my way to another jobsite and at 6:45 in the morning, people were yelling and screaming at each other about how AXL is trying to cut everybody down. This particular gas station has 10 pumps and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3705177252250703770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=3705177252250703770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3705177252250703770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3705177252250703770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-axl-workers-went-on-strike-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-4444768451362008244</id><published>2008-03-25T07:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T07:56:02.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got the flu last Friday night.  It's been two years from the last time it made a pass through my house and I really don't remember it being this bad.  I woke up at about 2:30 in the morning and .......well let's just say I had an absolutely miserable night.  I probably managed to get maybe an hour of sleep from about 3am on.  Saturday I tried to relax and take a few naps but that didn't work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4444768451362008244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=4444768451362008244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4444768451362008244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4444768451362008244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-flu-last-friday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-3585827701209844823</id><published>2008-03-19T07:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:40:17.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will probably have four, maybe five cups of coffee before the morning is up.  I couldn't fall asleep last night - I think I got a total of 5 1/2 hours before dragging myself out of bed.  Based on the normal 8+ hours I usually get per night, over the last three days I figure I've lost a cumulative total of about 6 and a half hours of sleep.  That's terrible!You know what else is terrible?!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3585827701209844823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=3585827701209844823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3585827701209844823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3585827701209844823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-will-probably-have-four-maybe-five.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8801338869374916633</id><published>2008-03-10T10:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:35:02.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never truly realized that a person with both heart and confidence, can be extremely intimidating.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8801338869374916633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8801338869374916633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8801338869374916633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8801338869374916633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-never-truly-realized-that-person-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-9015237890211914378</id><published>2008-03-04T07:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:40:21.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is everybody being so mean? :-(Kristie said that now I should be thinking that I'm in my "late" 20s.I told her she's just jealous because she can't stop the big 3-0 from knocking down her door.Rob came in the other day and told me he liked the way my hair was styled.  Then he told me that it ages me.  He laughed.  I did not.My little brother (23) told me I should think about joining AARP.  He</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/9015237890211914378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=9015237890211914378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/9015237890211914378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/9015237890211914378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-is-everybody-being-so-mean-kristie.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-9056258639499128209</id><published>2008-02-27T07:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:17:41.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> La Tour Effiel (Mini) at the Paris The Strip (south) from the top of the Effiel Paul at the Stratosphere Observation Deck, 900 some feet in the airMe, admiring the magnificent view from the inside of the Stratosphere Tower Paul being Paul in front of Ceasar's Me at the Forum Shop Fountains near CeasarsPaul and I at the Excaliber HotelAren't we dorks?!? HA!Ok, maybe it's just me......  Ok maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/9056258639499128209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=9056258639499128209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/9056258639499128209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/9056258639499128209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-tour-effiel-mini-at-paris-strip.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/R8VR7mo6H-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/lyi2whu6wA0/s72-c/Vegas+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-7906433208033898145</id><published>2008-02-20T07:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T07:33:14.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goin to Vegas tonight.  SOO excited - have I said that already? I've become an annoying packer.  I packed like 7-8 days worth of clothing for a 4 day trip!  I can't unpack it either - I might need some of the stuff.  What if I get there and I'm not really feelin the black shirt?  I need the option to wear the red!  What if most people there are wearing gray pants and I only brought my tan ones?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7906433208033898145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=7906433208033898145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7906433208033898145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7906433208033898145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/02/goin-to-vegas-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8205248846017518812</id><published>2008-02-19T07:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T08:02:28.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ruby &amp; Shelby"the little goofy goobers"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8205248846017518812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8205248846017518812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8205248846017518812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8205248846017518812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/02/ruby-shelby-little-goofy-goobers.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/R7rSrGo6H2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/ShxYf56_FU0/s72-c/Shelbs+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-7464133324128235409</id><published>2008-02-18T07:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:39:38.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG Vegas - two days and counting.  I checked the weather and intellicast says it's supposed to be in the 60s next week.  It's not a perfect 80 but hell, it's not 20 either.  To be frank, I really wouldn't care if we were going to Des Moines, as long as the six of us were still going somewhere.  AH I'm so excited to get out of here for a few days!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7464133324128235409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=7464133324128235409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7464133324128235409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7464133324128235409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/02/omg-vegas-two-days-and-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5870007208740134872</id><published>2008-02-17T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T14:25:51.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I will be here in three short days.  Viva Las Vegas! HA!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5870007208740134872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5870007208740134872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5870007208740134872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5870007208740134872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-will-be-here-in-three-short-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/R7iKD2o6H1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/78461wZizgw/s72-c/Las_Vegas_Strip.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2788588625719000242</id><published>2008-02-14T07:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:23:12.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like I just got hit by a bus.  A charter bus.  Filled with hooligan underground body builders.  In the middle of a riod rage.  Even the driver.   I realllllly, reallllly hope that this is the end of my cold.  I hate feeling this weak.  It's like I can't walk up a flight of stairs without feeling like I'm gonna pass out.  I hate that!  Stupid cold.  Stupid stupid cold.  I hate you. Today is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2788588625719000242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2788588625719000242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2788588625719000242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2788588625719000242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-like-i-just-got-hit-by-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-3070280618076353282</id><published>2008-02-11T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T07:23:41.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today already sucks.  I've been fighting to get rid of this nasty cough/sneeze/headache/sinusy thing for about a day and a half and it's not working.  I may go home early today but we'll see.  I just have to remember to 1) stay in my office 2) do not touch any door knobs 3) keep my tissues in my trash can.You know what - I really dislike people who think that they can succeed in business without </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3070280618076353282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=3070280618076353282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3070280618076353282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3070280618076353282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-already-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5017733234291997603</id><published>2008-02-05T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T15:12:46.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's official! I'm one of twelve on the Board of Directors of CAM.  How exciting!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5017733234291997603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5017733234291997603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5017733234291997603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5017733234291997603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/02/newest-inducted-director-to-board-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-3444528746765265085</id><published>2008-02-01T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T07:41:26.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So how bout this weather eh? We get a super snow blast today and then in two days, we'll get slusheroonie. OH peanuts! Speaking of weird weather though, Paul and I finally watched THE INCONVENIENT TRUTH by Mr. Former Vice President Al Gore (aka Mr. Fantastic). Although Al Gore's charisma has not really gotten any better with age, he was wonderfully well spoken and almost...yes I think I will call</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3444528746765265085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=3444528746765265085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3444528746765265085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3444528746765265085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-how-bout-this-weather-eh-we-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-9095027776386860589</id><published>2008-01-30T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T07:48:48.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I stopped by my mom's house to see my little furry friend, Mag pie.  She's nearly 16 years old and I guess she's getting sicker as every day now.  My mom thinks it's her time so I wanted to stop by and play with her a little and tell her I love her.  I knew I was going to get sick but I didn't really care.....While driving home later on, I could feel my face start to burn.  As soon as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/9095027776386860589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=9095027776386860589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/9095027776386860589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/9095027776386860589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-night-i-stopped-by-my-moms-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/R6Bqit-XrUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ANa8hSALlKI/s72-c/Eye+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5697863242456159987</id><published>2008-01-27T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:16:22.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm totally obsessed with craigslist.  I love that I can find treasures that could be right around the corner from my house.  Yea for knick knacks!I miss the days that I could just pick up and go to Kzoo and Chi Town.  I hate that I have to plan it.  I would really see Kzoo people.  I haven't seen them in extra forever.Ok I know how dumb this is but I'm hooked on Bad Company "If you need somebody</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5697863242456159987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5697863242456159987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5697863242456159987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5697863242456159987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-totally-obsessed-with-craigslist.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-1414619481234938415</id><published>2008-01-25T07:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:59:48.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I changed my blog......it was time.I hope you like my photo! I took this one at 6:15am one day before a meeting. It's one of my personal favorites..Snarf. :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1414619481234938415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=1414619481234938415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1414619481234938415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1414619481234938415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-changed-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-6956439606192950510</id><published>2008-01-23T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T07:56:49.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paul took my b girl to camp bow wow yesterday and I got to watch her play on the camper cam.  It was positively the most adorable thing in the world!  I know it sounds cheesy but we're going to Vegas in a month and we wanted to try out a nice place.  She came home happy and tired --- I was pleased.  I didn't get to see the building first hand but Paul tells me that it looks very well kept and the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6956439606192950510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=6956439606192950510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6956439606192950510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6956439606192950510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/01/paul-took-my-b-girl-to-camp-bow-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-7920836032363055815</id><published>2008-01-17T14:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:25:50.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So after pulling into my driveway, parking, and re-securing the material in the back of my truck, I skipped up the steps and stood at the back door of my house. I peered into the window and my dog was no where to be seen! Normally she does a full body wiggle as she waits to hear the key open the lock but not yesterday!I walked around the house calling her name and I didn't hear a sound. I ran </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7920836032363055815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=7920836032363055815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7920836032363055815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7920836032363055815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-after-pulling-into-my-driveway.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2966674835957371091</id><published>2008-01-15T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:49:57.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did I tell you that Linds is getting married??!!  I am so stupid happy for her it's not even funny.  She's going to be such a gorgeous bride, let me tell ya!  She's having a fall wedding, which will be absolutely stunning.  I'm thrilled!  I love weddings.  Weddings are fun-riffic.You know what else is great?  When people make up words and pretend like they're real.  THAT is fun-tastic.  For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2966674835957371091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2966674835957371091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2966674835957371091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2966674835957371091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/01/did-i-tell-you-that-linds-is-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-1117866201416258703</id><published>2008-01-10T06:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T08:10:15.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm turning into a hermit. I like the word "hermit"......"hermy"....."hermoo"....."hermayo"..... "hermitity". Anyway, I'm not really turning into one. I'm not even sure why I thought of that. Although I would prefer "hermitness" if some people don't stop bothering me with questions. Generally people bother me with all sort of things but this is one of those situations where if I could pretend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1117866201416258703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=1117866201416258703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1117866201416258703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1117866201416258703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-turning-into-hermit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2432758594734692772</id><published>2008-01-07T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:30:32.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my new years res:1. the old cliche -- lose a few pounds2. either take a new class or join a new organization3. donate 5 big things (e.g money, clothes, furniture, etc)4. read at least 3 fictional books (I read too many work-related books)5. eat better, excercise more, drink less, just improve overall healthI really want 2008 to be a healthy, productive, and an enjoyable year for not only me but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2432758594734692772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2432758594734692772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2432758594734692772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2432758594734692772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-years-res-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-572259456785762420</id><published>2008-01-01T17:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:32:33.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy 2008!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/572259456785762420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=572259456785762420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/572259456785762420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/572259456785762420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-4427129012104105405</id><published>2007-12-28T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T07:38:58.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired of holding myself together for the sake of looking 'professional'.  Is it that shameful to express a little emotion once in a while?  I don't want to go as far as to personally insult someone but far enough to make a general point regarding an individual or a company's inappropriate behavior, lack of mutual respect, and generally bad business practice.  Put simply, I just want to tell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4427129012104105405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=4427129012104105405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4427129012104105405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4427129012104105405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-tired-of-holding-myself-together-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8755810280301826258</id><published>2007-11-26T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:12:44.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm, haven't updated in a while.Well, let's see.....Thanksgiving weekend was nice.  Thursday we put up lights in front of the house in the morning and then went to my folks for the majority of the afternoon.  Friday, I strolled into work to pick up a few things for a job that was supposed to be running......but it wasn't.....and I found out the hard way.  I was a little pissed no one said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8755810280301826258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8755810280301826258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8755810280301826258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8755810280301826258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmmm-havent-updated-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-4267094350099851307</id><published>2007-11-02T10:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:16:18.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Roofing the top of the world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4267094350099851307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=4267094350099851307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4267094350099851307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4267094350099851307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/11/roofing-top-of-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/Ryswv9at-II/AAAAAAAAAFA/p7Zvz0PpBLs/s72-c/AAM+11.2.07+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8875730557078329809</id><published>2007-11-01T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:08:53.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a really awful day a few days ago and while I was on one of my crazy-confused-frustrated rants, someone gave me a hug.  It was weird and totally unexpected but yet very nice.  I laughed.  It actually made me feel better.  It was a very nice way of telling me to shut up.  More people should do that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8875730557078329809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8875730557078329809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8875730557078329809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8875730557078329809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-really-awful-day-few-days-ago-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-7069745677340835650</id><published>2007-10-26T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T12:50:38.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the very first time I've ever won an official election!  Yea for me!  I am now a chairman on the Board of Directors!  I'm a director......a DIRECTOR people!  Holy Schnikes!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7069745677340835650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=7069745677340835650&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7069745677340835650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7069745677340835650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-very-first-time-ive-ever-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/RyIZsdat-HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Wtx_bWSMULI/s72-c/Election+Result.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-1707059776190897132</id><published>2007-10-09T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:55:11.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey blog,have you ever been in a super happy mood you just want to act like an dork and make people laugh?  I'm so excited I finally got a day to myself in the office so I feel like dancing and acting like a big cheese ball.  Hah, it's a nice feeling.  A really nice feeling.Jackie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1707059776190897132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=1707059776190897132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1707059776190897132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1707059776190897132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-blog-have-you-ever-been-in-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5532777606179599040</id><published>2007-10-07T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:35:53.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just gonna go ahead and admit this because I'm feeling an enormous amount of guilt right now and I'm hoping that if I say my mistake 'out loud', I'll feel slightly better.  I was a sloppy drunk last night and I dropped a buddy's bike.  I freakin dropped his bike.  If I were him, I'd be pissed....  I was just sitting on it and the one side suddenly got heavy, I freakin dropped it, and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5532777606179599040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5532777606179599040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5532777606179599040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5532777606179599040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-just-gonna-go-ahead-and-admit-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-7288856441370157639</id><published>2007-10-04T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T11:21:15.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7288856441370157639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=7288856441370157639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7288856441370157639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7288856441370157639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/RwUE1jEtZUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-r6rPfptUUc/s72-c/Election_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-4300422672085050099</id><published>2007-09-22T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:11:11.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm not entirely happy with the way things went this week but I'm slowly getting over it. I clicked on a continuous stream of Ray Charles and started re-painting my hallway...finally.  Although it was tremendously time consuming, I think the change of pace took my mind off the maddening week.  I'm happy with the time it took though, it looks better than it did after I painted it the first time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4300422672085050099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=4300422672085050099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4300422672085050099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4300422672085050099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-im-not-entirely-happy-with-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2286893466612980231</id><published>2007-09-18T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:25:57.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't sleep tonight.  We tore off this roof last night and just tarped it off for this morning and even though I know it's not going to rain and everything will be fine, I'm still terrified about what the owner's going to say about just tarping the area off last night.  To tell you the truth, I'm going to do everything I possibly can to avoid talking about it but still - what happens if I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2286893466612980231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2286893466612980231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2286893466612980231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2286893466612980231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cant-sleep-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-4644291453713836561</id><published>2007-09-14T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:32:16.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My crazy husband</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4644291453713836561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=4644291453713836561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4644291453713836561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/4644291453713836561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-crazy-husband.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/RusZ7g207bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vmB5SWwRyIs/s72-c/Canoe+2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-645933476215388260</id><published>2007-09-14T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:30:52.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Crazy Surfin Dog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/645933476215388260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=645933476215388260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/645933476215388260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/645933476215388260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-crazy-surfin-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/RusZlA207aI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sP93xAiJtu0/s72-c/Up+North+Guber+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-76503331755315703</id><published>2007-08-10T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:22:50.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've decided I'm going to make the effort to learn how to do more things around here.  I'm going to teach myself how to drive the skytrac/rex and I'm going to find out what to do to get myself qualified to drive some of the other heavy equipment here (dump trucks/stakes/cranes/etc.).  I'm sick of always having to depend on somebody else to get my shit done. You hear that new song by Kayne?  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/76503331755315703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=76503331755315703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/76503331755315703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/76503331755315703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-decided-im-going-to-make-effort-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8386064475978649985</id><published>2007-08-06T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:11:38.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need a good swift kick to the behind today.  It feels like I slammed the snooze button on my alarm like an hour ago ..... but in reality, I've been at work for 5 hours. Went canoeing this weekend.  Loved it.  Ate a ton of baaaaad food though.  Feel like I need to work it off with a good run tonight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8386064475978649985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8386064475978649985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8386064475978649985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8386064475978649985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-need-good-swift-kick-to-behind-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-7393236012100487460</id><published>2007-08-02T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:31:33.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanna go back to bed.  it's too early.  BED</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7393236012100487460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=7393236012100487460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7393236012100487460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7393236012100487460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wanna-go-back-to-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2701042479179957378</id><published>2007-08-01T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:48:33.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There have been so many attempts to post something on this website but I've decided not to post most of the drafts I've written.  So I'm writing just to say that I've been in a slump lately.  I feel like I'm starting to turn around but we'll see I guess.  .... we'll see.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2701042479179957378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2701042479179957378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2701042479179957378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2701042479179957378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-have-been-so-many-attempts-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-3409006427981297015</id><published>2007-07-17T05:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:14:33.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sky is red this morning.You know what really bugs me blog?  Liars.  I can't stand it when people think that they're going to get away with something by lying.  Hey man, if you want to "exaggerate" about yourself or your own accomplishments - go ahead - I don't mind.....BUT when it comes to something important, do NOT lie to me.  Make a mistake?  Fine don't lie about it.  Drop something by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3409006427981297015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=3409006427981297015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3409006427981297015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3409006427981297015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/07/sky-is-red-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5299278527103455887</id><published>2007-07-13T10:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:32:18.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm kinda taking a break from working today and I don't care who knows it.  I've been slammed with 50-60 hour weeks for the last 2 months and only getting paid for 40.  I'm going to relax today and I really don't care if anyone has anything to say about it.  Hell, maybe I'll even get to go out with my brother at lunch today.  Wahoo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5299278527103455887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5299278527103455887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5299278527103455887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5299278527103455887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-kinda-taking-break-from-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2648837336094291005</id><published>2007-07-08T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:15:47.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was wicked hot.  I just wanted to say that. I talked to my mom earlier and she made me feel better about everything that's been happening with my job.  She's always there for me.  That makes me feel really, really good.I just had to say that.  Thanks for listening.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2648837336094291005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2648837336094291005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2648837336094291005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2648837336094291005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-wicked-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-3363593500927919759</id><published>2007-07-08T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:52:18.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So last night I left the jobsite kinda early cause it was hot and I was exhausted from working so hard for the last few weeks.  I'm five minutes into taking my dog out and I get a call from my foreman telling me that he's done with the job........on a crew of 10 men........after an 11 hour day.......on saturday overtime......The bottom of my stomach drops out as I'm thinking about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3363593500927919759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=3363593500927919759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3363593500927919759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3363593500927919759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-last-night-i-left-jobsite-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-102183233258695892</id><published>2007-06-24T21:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:29:59.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The non-incriminating party shots</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/102183233258695892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=102183233258695892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/102183233258695892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/102183233258695892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/06/non-incriminating-party-shots.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/Rn8aVqKVjwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tTIuuwXfDqo/s72-c/100_4628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-1662867166944961829</id><published>2007-06-24T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:26:02.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Me &amp; You's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1662867166944961829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=1662867166944961829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1662867166944961829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1662867166944961829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-yous.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/Rn8ZUqKVjrI/AAAAAAAAADg/37aG6I0Vq7A/s72-c/100_4593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8295757560349458202</id><published>2007-06-24T21:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:14:08.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The "Close Up" Shots   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8295757560349458202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8295757560349458202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8295757560349458202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8295757560349458202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/06/close-up-shots.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/Rn8V2qKVjlI/AAAAAAAAACw/mLV5sqHO0xk/s72-c/100_4613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-4200061118590192532</id><published>2007-06-17T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:12:13.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ahhhh, another one will soon join the old married crowd!</summary><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=6580968060012190291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6580968060012190291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6580968060012190291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/RnWi2aKVjgI/AAAAAAAAACI/5bhSxwoABsY/s72-c/100_4542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8035259993831531831</id><published>2007-06-10T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:01:49.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you ever heard a "radio" version of a song and then thought "what the hell, I can handle hearing the real thing" and then you listen to the real version and you realize that you'd prefer the clean version?  I hate that.I really want my own tools.  I really want to have a real toolbox in the back of my truck.  I think that would be nice.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8035259993831531831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8035259993831531831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8035259993831531831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8035259993831531831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/06/have-you-ever-heard-radio-version-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-3162688754113627917</id><published>2007-06-04T07:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:09:10.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Say every day you come into the office, someone has to act like an asshole.  You know they're just joking around, trying to tease you and be funny at the same time, so you ignore the idiot and go about your day.  Day after day you deal -- again, and again, and again, and again, and again.  "I'm trying to be polite and not let it affect me" you say to yourself, "maybe the dumbass will get the hint</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3162688754113627917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=3162688754113627917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3162688754113627917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3162688754113627917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/06/say-every-day-you-come-into-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5764846899695407567</id><published>2007-05-26T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T12:55:15.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a big fan of bands like Trivium, Static X, Ill Nino.....in fact, when it comes to rock, high energy tunes are more my forte then any other type of music in the same category.  That being said, I have no idea why so I'm obsessed with listening to Hinder.  Why.....why self.... why is Hinder so addicting??!Oh and my dad walks into my office on Friday and says "umm hey, do you know what a fall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5764846899695407567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5764846899695407567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5764846899695407567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5764846899695407567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-big-fan-of-bands-like-trivium-static.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2359815566135792618</id><published>2007-05-12T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:11:01.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What an insane week.  I nearly quit on Monday because I was so frustrated with everything going on at work.  It the first day of an important three month project and everyone was on edge I guess.  I just happened to be the one standing in the line of fire. When it comes to this particular project, my job is less than ideal.  I have to juggle the wants and needs of my crews, the customer, and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2359815566135792618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2359815566135792618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2359815566135792618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2359815566135792618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-insane-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8410558631989105649</id><published>2007-05-11T05:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T05:18:41.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holy moly I'm tired.  does the clock post the correct time on this thing?  because it's freakin early.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8410558631989105649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8410558631989105649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8410558631989105649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8410558631989105649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/05/holy-moly-im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2502074545484719821</id><published>2007-05-03T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:29:12.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it's easier to stew in your own self-pity than it is to actually face your mistakes and have the courage to move on.  Most of the time I forget that --- it's an old habit I have an extremely hard time breaking.  See blog, I have this amazing talent when it comes to focusing in on my own blunders and then obsessing about them to the point where I can actually drive myself crazy.......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2502074545484719821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2502074545484719821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2502074545484719821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2502074545484719821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-its-easier-to-stew-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8681794052128487243</id><published>2007-05-02T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:54:04.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mistake after mistake after mistake after mistake.  When am I going to learn?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8681794052128487243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8681794052128487243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8681794052128487243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8681794052128487243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/05/mistake-after-mistake-after-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-3302283453956443884</id><published>2007-04-30T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:03:46.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally scheduled myself a vacation....which is good I guess.  For the most part, I insist on punishing myself with more and more work after losing a bid or missing a bid or whatever -- so when I do schedule myself a vacation like this, I'm really thinking "oh you're quitting? you quitter!" in the back of my head.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3302283453956443884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=3302283453956443884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3302283453956443884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/3302283453956443884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-finally-scheduled-myself-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5245955879569116791</id><published>2007-04-24T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:43:04.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When she's outside in the sun, my little goofball always finds the shady spot to plop down and take a breather. Normally, she makes her nest under the table part of the grill but on Sunday she decided she wanted nothing to do with the deck. SOOO while she's hangin out with dad, workin on cars, she picks a small spot in the shade to chill out.Meanwhile, I'm hosing down the bikes for the summer and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5245955879569116791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5245955879569116791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5245955879569116791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5245955879569116791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-shes-outside-in-sun-my-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUlECHdVhJI/Ri4JLsuCfgI/AAAAAAAAABs/u5Vx1E4m4Z0/s72-c/Doobie+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-7832630955181311623</id><published>2007-04-23T07:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:26:19.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I often think about the times I've said something that didn't really mean. Like this one time, up north, when I was talking about my grandma and I made this ridiculous comment about .... well whatever ..... but it was so rude and I've tortured myself about it ever since. Or that other time, when I was with P and we were visiting Chi-Town. I was drinking car crashes all night and for whatever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7832630955181311623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=7832630955181311623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7832630955181311623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/7832630955181311623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-often-think-about-times-ive-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-2564299225880493511</id><published>2007-04-19T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:23:31.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nah, didn't get this one. I got another chance for a big one in two weeks though so I'm not too upset. ....But it still sucks to lose my plant - daaaaahhhhhh that sucks!  Sucks sucks sucksdarn it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2564299225880493511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=2564299225880493511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2564299225880493511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/2564299225880493511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/04/nah-didnt-get-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-5754323718006494704</id><published>2007-04-18T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:26:42.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm shaking right now and I can't tell if it's from the coffee or the fact that I just dropped off a HUGE bid an hour ago.  I'm scared.  I really want the job because I know the facility and the people but I'm really nervous because it's a HUGE project.  It would be cool if I got it though.  Ah - I'm so nervous.  Well we'll see what happens.......yes, yes, we will see.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5754323718006494704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=5754323718006494704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5754323718006494704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/5754323718006494704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-shaking-right-now-and-i-cant-tell-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-8519847396369271362</id><published>2007-04-17T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T08:25:15.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched a little bit of the CMT music awards last night and it made me want to get back into country.Heard a guy talking about the shooting at V Tech on Opie and Anthony this morning.  After the guy was finished telling his side of the story, O&amp;A launched into a pro-legal gun rant and claimed that there is a difference between legal and illegal guns used during the commission of crimes.  There </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8519847396369271362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=8519847396369271362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8519847396369271362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/8519847396369271362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-watched-little-bit-of-cmt-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-1211346232507888539</id><published>2007-04-14T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:37:54.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember Baz Luhrmann 'Everybodys Free'?  I heard it and it made me feel better about this week.  It makes me really want to finish reading my book.Makes me think that if, instead of holding the cards up, someone played songs then asked me what was the first thing I'd think of when I heard the tunes.  Using winamp, I'm going to give it go:1.  Elvin Bishop - Fishin --- Miller Genuine Draft &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1211346232507888539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=1211346232507888539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1211346232507888539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1211346232507888539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/04/remember-baz-luhrmann-everybodys-free-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-1690783096074713620</id><published>2007-04-12T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:45:18.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need side work.  I need something on the side so that I can take my mind of my real work.  Something that will generate some sort of extra income so that it'll be worth giving up my free time.  I need something because I'm starting to lose it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1690783096074713620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=1690783096074713620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1690783096074713620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1690783096074713620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-need-side-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-1355129586184717934</id><published>2007-04-12T07:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:22:57.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wanted to pop in this morning and say that I love Reba McIntyre.  She is the best. Later!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1355129586184717934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=1355129586184717934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1355129586184717934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/1355129586184717934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-wanted-to-pop-in-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077461.post-6238742669912721855</id><published>2007-04-04T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:48:38.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This always happens.  I could swear it's the big guy making sure I stay as close to this life as possible.  I feel like jerry on the one seinfeld episode about how a man's abstinence somehow makes george smarter, elaine dumber, and jerry dead even in life.  if you've seen it, you'll know exactly what I'm talkin bout blog.  I have one fantastic day last month and then I have one absolutely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6238742669912721855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077461&amp;postID=6238742669912721855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6238742669912721855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077461/posts/default/6238742669912721855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacks.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-always-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586393729378863805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
