<?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-25099107</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:48:53.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bro</title><subtitle type='html'>The World Would Be a Better Place if it Would Just Listen...to Me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-7910472265522877987</id><published>2010-07-22T21:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:57:45.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Upper Body with Chris</title><content type='html'>Run: 1 mile - 12.32 minutes; Assisted Pull Up: 4 sets of (-20lbs), 10x; Bench Press: 110lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 120lbs - 10x, 130lbs - 10x; Triceps Pull down: 2 sets of 40lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 50lbs - 10x; Biceps Curl: 4 sets of 30lbs - 10x; Overhead Triceps Extension: 4 sets of 45lbs - 10x; Cable Biceps Curl: 65lbs - 10x, 75lbs - 10x, 85lbs - 10x, 95lbs - 10x; Incline Bench Press: 2 sets of 105lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 120lbs - 10x; Machine Lateral Raise: 4 sets of 40lbs - 10x; Ab Crunch Machine: 4 sets of 100lbs - 25x; Reverse Crunch: 4 sets of 25x; Leg Raise: 60 seconds, 45 seconds, 30 seconds; Plank: 2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current weight: 168.6lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stay consistent with my eating habits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-7910472265522877987?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/7910472265522877987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=7910472265522877987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7910472265522877987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7910472265522877987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/07/upper-body-with-chris.html' title='Upper Body with Chris'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3142987259727551314</id><published>2010-07-20T18:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:57:49.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Upper Body Workout</title><content type='html'>Run: 1 mile - 17.24 minutes; Bench Press: 2 sets of 110lbs - 10x, 120lbs - 10x, 130lbs - 10x; Row: 2 sets of 120lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 130lbs - 10x; Triceps Pulldown: 30lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 40lbs - 10x, 50lbs - 10x; Biceps Curl: 4 sets of 20lbs - 10x; Chest Flye: 2 sets of 130lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 140lbs - 10x; Wide Grip Pull Down: 110lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 120lbs - 10x, 130lbs - 10x; Overhead Tricep Extension: 4 sets of 45lbs - 10x; Machine Biceps Curl: 50lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 70lbs - 10x, 90lbs - 10x; Ab Crunch Machine: 4 sets of 100lbs - 25x; Reverse Crunch - 4 sets of 25x. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3142987259727551314?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3142987259727551314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3142987259727551314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3142987259727551314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3142987259727551314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/07/upper-body-workout.html' title='Upper Body Workout'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5884253186579358706</id><published>2010-07-19T21:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:13:51.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym with Chris and Brady</title><content type='html'>Run: 1 mile - 13.36 minutes; Leg Press: 185lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 205lbs - 10x, 225lbs - 10x; Leg Extension: 130lbs - 10x, 150lbs - 10x, 170lbs - 10x, 190lbs - 10x; Leg Curl: 95lbs - 10x, 110lbs - 10x, 125lbs - 10x, 140lbs - 10x; Standing Calf Raise: 210lbs - 15x, 240lbs - 15x, 270lbs - 15x, 300lbs - 15x; Hip Abduction &amp; Adduction: 210lbs - 10x, 215lbs - 10x, 220lbs - 10x, 225lbs - 10x; Ab Crunch Machine: 4 sets of 100lbs - 25x; Reverse Crunches: 4 sets of 25x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5884253186579358706?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5884253186579358706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5884253186579358706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5884253186579358706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5884253186579358706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/07/gym-with-chris-and-brady.html' title='Gym with Chris and Brady'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3414666227560287045</id><published>2010-07-19T07:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:06:23.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Workout This Morning</title><content type='html'>I did an easy workout this morning. Mostly because I'm planning on doing an intense one this evening with Chris and Brady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run: 1 mile - 13.00 minutes; Leg Press: 4 sets of 170lbs - 10x; Leg Extension: 4 sets of 110lbs - 10x; Leg Curl: 4 sets of 90lbs - 10x; Seated Calf Raise: 50lbs - 15x, 2 sets of 50lbs - 20x, 50lbs - 25x; Hip Abduction &amp; Adduction: 4 sets of 150lbs - 15x; Glutes: 4 sets of 70lbs - 10x; Ab Crunch Machine: 4 sets of 100lbs - 25x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Weight - 169.4lbs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3414666227560287045?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3414666227560287045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3414666227560287045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3414666227560287045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3414666227560287045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/07/easy-workout-this-morning.html' title='Easy Workout This Morning'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-2558185172376369699</id><published>2010-07-17T21:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:04:34.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym for the Last Couple of Days, and Despicable Me</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to the gym on Wednesday. A couple of people bailed on me and I fell asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was upper body. Run: 1.14miles - 15.32minutes; Incline Bench Press: 2 Sets of 105lbs - 10x, 2 Sets of 120lbs - 10x; Widegrip Pull Down: 110lbs - 10x, 120lbs - 10x, 130lbs - 10x, 140lbs - 10x; Overhead Tricep Extension: 4 sets of 40lbs - 10x; Bicep Curls: 4 sets of 30lbs - 10x; Ab Crunch Machine: 4 sets of 95lbs - 25x; Reverse Crunch: 4 sets of 25x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was legs. Run: 1 mile - 15.14minutes; Leg Press: 4 sets of 210lbs - 10x; Leg Extension: 120lbs - 10x, 150lbs - 10x, 170lbs - 10x, 190lbs - 10x; Calf Raise: 250lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 270lbs - 10x, 290lbs - 10x; Ab Crunch Machine: 4 sets of 95lbs - 25x; Reverse Crunch: 4 sets of 25x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was upper body. Run: 1 mile - 12.46minutes; Bench Press: 2 sets of 110lbs - 10x, 120lbs - 10x, 130lbs - 10x, 150lbs (new record) - 3x; Assisted Pull Up: 4 sets of (-20lbs) - 10x; Low Row: 110lbs - 10x, 120lbs - 10x, 130lbs - 10x, 140lbs - 10x; Tricep Pull Down: 2 sets of 40lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 50lbs - 10x; Bicep Curl: 4 sets of 25lbs - 10x; Chest Flye: 130lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 140lbs - 10x, 150lbs - 10x; Widegrip Pull Down: 120lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 120lbs - 10x, 130lbs - 10x; Tricep Push Down: 4 sets of 130lbs - 10x; Cable Bicep Curl: 60lbs - 10x, 70lbs - 10x, 80lbs - 10x, 90lbs - 10x; Overhead Tricep Extension: 2 sets of 40lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 50lbs - 10x; Machine Bicep Curl: 25lbs - 10x, 35lbs - 10x, 45lbs - 10x, 55lbs - 10x; Incline Bench Press: 2 sets of 105lbs - 10x, 2 sets of 120lbs - 10x; Shrugs: 4 sets of 70lbs - 10x; Ab Crunch Machine: 4 sets of 95lbs - 25x; Crunch: 4 sets of 10lbs - 25x; Reverse Crunch: 6 sets of 25x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw Despicable Me. It is hilarious! A good family movie, that is sure to become a classic, like "Finding Nemo." Well worth the time and money to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-2558185172376369699?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/2558185172376369699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=2558185172376369699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2558185172376369699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2558185172376369699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/07/gym-for-last-couple-of-days-and.html' title='Gym for the Last Couple of Days, and Despicable Me'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-7401703745538174939</id><published>2010-07-13T12:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:14:20.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day at the Gym</title><content type='html'>It was a pretty good day at the gym. I've decided that from now on I will do a minimum of one mile run everytime I go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run- 1 mile- 15.10 minutes; bench press- 2 sets of 110lbs- 10x, 120lbs- 10x, 130lbs- 10x; Pull ups- 10x, 8x, 8x, 7x; overhead tricep extension- 4 sets of 50lbs- 10x; bicep curl- 4 sets of 30lbs- 10x; shrugs- 4 sets of 60lbs- 10x; reverse crunch- 4 sets of 25x; chest flye- 2 sets of 130lbs- 10x, 140lbs- 10x, 150lbs- 10x; row- 2 sets of 100lbs- 10x, 2 sets of 120lbs- 10x; triceps pushdown- 30lbs- 10x, 2 sets of 35lbs- 10x, 40lbs- 10x; cable biceps curl- 4 sets of 50lbs- 10x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current weight - 167.4lbs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-7401703745538174939?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/7401703745538174939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=7401703745538174939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7401703745538174939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7401703745538174939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-day-at-gym.html' title='A Good Day at the Gym'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5499289663080964100</id><published>2010-07-12T21:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:43:35.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you why I can't move my legs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run- 1.14 miles- 20 minutes, 0.5 miles- 10 minutes; bike- 4.45 miles, 20 minutes; leg press- 210lbs- 10x, 215lbs- 10x, 220lbs- 10x, 225lbs- 10x; calf raise machine- 210lbs- 10x, 230lbs- 10x, 250lbs- 10x, 270lbs- 10x, 290lbs- 10x, 310lbs- 10x; machine leg extension- 130lbs- 10x, 150lbs- 10x, 170lbs- 10x, 190lbs- 10x, 210lbs- 10x; machine leg curl- 90lbs- 10x, 110lbs- 10x, 130lbs- 10x, 150lbs- 10x; reverse crunch- 4 sets of 25; traditional crunch- 4 sets of 25- 10lbs; ab crunch machine- 4 sets of 25- 95lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty dang good day, but holy crap I am tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5499289663080964100?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5499289663080964100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5499289663080964100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5499289663080964100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5499289663080964100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-my.html' title='Oh My!'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-8780851960664318222</id><published>2010-07-10T19:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T20:06:23.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing with Salt Lake PD, and the gym</title><content type='html'>I did a physical agility test with Salt Lake PD today, along with 500 other people. It was a pass/fail test and I passed. I had to do a 16 inch standing vertical jump, 25 push ups in a minute, 35 sit ups in a minute, and I did the mile and a half run in 14 minutes 43 seconds (I didn't do so well cause I got a wicked cramp in my left calf). The next step is to fill out a 10 year personal history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple hours rest I went to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;Run- .25 miles, 5 minutes; bench press- 90lbs- 10x, 2 sets of 105lbs- 10x, 130lbs- 10x; pull ups- 10x, 8x, 8x, 6x; overhead tricep extension- 4 sets of 40lbs- 10x: bicep curls- 2 sets of 25lbs- 10x, 2 sets of 30lbs- 10x; sit ups- 4 sets of 25x; reverse crunches- 4 sets of 25x; chest fly- 90lbs- 10x, 2 sets of 105lbs- 10x, 130lbs- 10x; rows- 90lbs- 10x, 2 sets of 110lbs - 10x, 120lbs- 10x; tricep push down- 30lbs- 10x, 2 sets of 40lbs- 10x, 45lbs- 10x; cable bicep curls- 2 sets of 25lbs- 10x, 30lbs- 10x, 35lbs- 10x; crunches- 4 sets of 10lbs- 25x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad day, but the PT for some reason really killed me. Oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-8780851960664318222?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/8780851960664318222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=8780851960664318222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8780851960664318222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8780851960664318222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/07/testing-with-salt-lake-pd-and-gym.html' title='Testing with Salt Lake PD, and the gym'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-7152168957853532872</id><published>2010-07-09T09:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T09:14:51.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Run</title><content type='html'>I didn't do much at the gym today. I am testing with Salt Lake PD tomorrow, so I don't want to over stress myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked for 20 minutes, and then I biked for another 20. Not much but its something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-7152168957853532872?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/7152168957853532872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=7152168957853532872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7152168957853532872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7152168957853532872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-run.html' title='Just A Run'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-6004698100706502361</id><published>2010-07-08T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T09:07:39.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Update</title><content type='html'>Yes believe it or not, I went to the gym again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run- .25 miles, 5 minutes; incline bench press- 2 sets of 90lbs- 10x: 2 sets of 105lbs- 10x; row- 100lbs- 10x, 110lbs- 10x, 120lbs- 10x, 130lbs- 10x; tricep pull down- 2 sets of 40lbs- 10x, 2 sets of 50lbs- 10x: bicep cable pull- 40lbs- 10x, 2 sets of 50lbs- 10x, 60lbs- 10x; ab crunch machine- 90lbs- 25x, 95lbs- 25x, 100lbs- 25x, 105lbs- 25x: planks- 4 sets of 1 minute duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my current weight is 168.4lbs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-6004698100706502361?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/6004698100706502361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=6004698100706502361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6004698100706502361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6004698100706502361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/07/gym-update.html' title='Gym Update'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-6293094774642658918</id><published>2010-07-08T08:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T08:56:33.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Humiliation</title><content type='html'>So I haven't used my blog in awhile... I just don't feel I have much to report. Its mostly the same stuff day in and day out. I do want to start using it again. In that respect I had an idea that will help me to do just that and motivate me to get into better shape... My idea is that every time I work out I'm going to post what I did, along with my current weight. And I'll probably throw in my measurements on occasion. This will not only be using my blog again but make it so that I want to work harder because everyone will be able to see just how weak I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym this morning at 730. Run - .25 miles, 5 minutes; bench press : 90lbs- 10x, 110lbs- 10x, 110lbs- 10x, 130lbs- 10x; pull ups: 10x, 8x, 6x, 6x; tricep extension: 4 sets- 40lbs, 10x; bicep curls: 4 sets- 25lbs, 10x; reverse crunch: 4 sets- 25x; current weight 168.8lb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to bad this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-6293094774642658918?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/6293094774642658918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=6293094774642658918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6293094774642658918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6293094774642658918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/07/possible-humiliation.html' title='Possible Humiliation'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3255998579430207124</id><published>2010-05-24T15:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:58:43.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Droid</title><content type='html'>I have a droid! Its pretty sweet and there are tons of things to do on it. For instance I am updating my blog on it right now. How cool is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3255998579430207124?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3255998579430207124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3255998579430207124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3255998579430207124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3255998579430207124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/05/droid.html' title='Droid'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-102242473884506708</id><published>2010-02-11T19:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:55:18.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant Update</title><content type='html'>To begin with it turns out I really needed to cut my grass. It was getting way out of hand!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S3TCDy8RtXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/r0UiXMM8AeY/s1600-h/before+grass.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S3TCDy8RtXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/r0UiXMM8AeY/s320/before+grass.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437184020613018994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did. It looks way better now. It took a little figuring out, but I just decided to go for it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S3TCVCC6NII/AAAAAAAAAYk/UBsQiYWpUYg/s1600-h/after+grass.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S3TCVCC6NII/AAAAAAAAAYk/UBsQiYWpUYg/s320/after+grass.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437184316725146754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the people decided that I needed to grow raspberries, and blackberries... I am. I got an extra grow lamp for it, and I wonder which will grow faster. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S3TC1dWTlMI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ko14GJAJO9M/s1600-h/Blackberry.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S3TC1dWTlMI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ko14GJAJO9M/s320/Blackberry.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437184873810072770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S3TC0_lDlwI/AAAAAAAAAYs/KQzZcVzSoCQ/s1600-h/raspberry.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S3TC0_lDlwI/AAAAAAAAAYs/KQzZcVzSoCQ/s320/raspberry.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437184865818875650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-102242473884506708?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/102242473884506708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=102242473884506708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/102242473884506708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/102242473884506708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/02/plant-update.html' title='Plant Update'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S3TCDy8RtXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/r0UiXMM8AeY/s72-c/before+grass.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4764982120249381285</id><published>2010-01-30T21:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:27:50.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officialy 165lbs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S2UGnXfHEOI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Qu9WDIskvl8/s1600-h/165+flex+back.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S2UGnXfHEOI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Qu9WDIskvl8/s320/165+flex+back.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432755798881538274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S2UGm7RH83I/AAAAAAAAAX8/N5Pv6_IM8Qw/s1600-h/165+flex+up.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S2UGm7RH83I/AAAAAAAAAX8/N5Pv6_IM8Qw/s320/165+flex+up.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432755791306683250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S2UGmlFW3aI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TiJ_1O1grvQ/s1600-h/165lbs+flex+front.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S2UGmlFW3aI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TiJ_1O1grvQ/s320/165lbs+flex+front.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432755785351749026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's right. I've finally made it to 165lbs. I'm not positive what my fat percentage is right now, but I'm not real worried about it. Now I only need 15 more pounds to reach my goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4764982120249381285?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4764982120249381285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4764982120249381285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4764982120249381285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4764982120249381285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/01/officialy-165lbs.html' title='Officialy 165lbs!'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S2UGnXfHEOI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Qu9WDIskvl8/s72-c/165+flex+back.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-52988550492829295</id><published>2010-01-17T11:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:20:30.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I said Werewolves!</title><content type='html'>So there's this site where you get to choose between being a vampire, or a werewolf. I'm a werewolf and the more people that join the stronger we become. You should all come join. I'm on server 6. It's fun, and kinda interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://s6.bite-fight.us/c.php?uid=174891&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-52988550492829295?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/52988550492829295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=52988550492829295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/52988550492829295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/52988550492829295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes-i-said-werewolves.html' title='Yes, I said Werewolves!'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4678628872280871295</id><published>2010-01-10T17:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:10:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawn in my room.</title><content type='html'>I got some grass seed from Drew for Christmas. I don't know what it is, but I'm starting to really get into gardening. It's a little hard to do when I don't have anywhere to grow stuff. I manage a little bit. My project at the moment is to grow a little lawn in my room. &lt;br /&gt;Week 1 Day 1 (Christmas) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S0p5P3NSapI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2OwhJewgVk4/s1600-h/Grass+day+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S0p5P3NSapI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2OwhJewgVk4/s320/Grass+day+1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425282014545865362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Week 2 Day 1 &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S0p5keINvKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XKXAuDFowoc/s1600-h/grass+week+2+day+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S0p5keINvKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XKXAuDFowoc/s320/grass+week+2+day+1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425282368590953634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3 Day 1 &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S0p5tcbHGZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/u5DOAmRJPN8/s1600-h/grass+week+3+day+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S0p5tcbHGZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/u5DOAmRJPN8/s320/grass+week+3+day+1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425282522752162194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's really not hard to grow grass. It pretty much takes care of itself. All I really need to do is water it, and cut it when it gets to long. I'm not really sure what kind of grass this is. It's very thin, compared to the grass back home that is much thinker. But its growing pretty good at the moment, and I'll probably need to cut it this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4678628872280871295?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4678628872280871295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4678628872280871295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4678628872280871295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4678628872280871295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/01/lawn-in-my-room.html' title='Lawn in my room.'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/S0p5P3NSapI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2OwhJewgVk4/s72-c/Grass+day+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5948547675015082425</id><published>2010-01-10T17:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:59:16.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! It's been awhile!</title><content type='html'>So I haven't done a real good job of updating my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of things that have happened. I took a promotion at the group home. Now I'm the program manager. Basically I'm in charge of the day to day operations of the place, including taking care of all the court stuff. I took this promotion so that I could get some more experience writing reports and dealing with the courts. I figure that will look really good to departments. Plus it comes with a nice raise and benefits, can't really argue with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a couple of classes at UVU. Nothing really intense, I have a kenpo karate class (again to look good on an application for departments). And I'm looking at taking two institute classes. So not too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hitting the gym regularly, but my weight is hovering around 160lbs. I just can't seem to gain much more then that at the moment, but I'm working on it. Hopefully there will be some big improvements this month. I've changed up some of my supplements to see if that will help at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more then that has happened. I have started to grow a lawn in my room...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5948547675015082425?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5948547675015082425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5948547675015082425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5948547675015082425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5948547675015082425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-its-been-awhile.html' title='Wow! It&apos;s been awhile!'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-8215422899905475967</id><published>2009-10-13T12:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:35:54.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three People More Qualified to Recieve The Nobel Peace Prize then Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/StTGx__mE4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/SYJJNkkb9I8/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/StTGx__mE4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/SYJJNkkb9I8/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392153216163386242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Obama win the Nobel prize? Oh because he made a promise to change things. In that case I promise to change things to, do i get it next year? No probably not, but I think there are a few who deserve this much more then Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Scooby Doo? He's spent like the last 40 years fighting crime and solving mysteries. Doesn't that deserve some acknowledgement? He's certainly done more then Obama.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/StTG5-7EDhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yFhTga7VRiU/s1600-h/scooby+doo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/StTG5-7EDhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yFhTga7VRiU/s320/scooby+doo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392153353314897426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also Santa Claus. He's made boys and girls happy for generations. That's way more then just making a promise about things.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/StTHEMIBvqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OJoc_VpiHjk/s1600-h/Santa+Claus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/StTHEMIBvqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OJoc_VpiHjk/s320/Santa+Claus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392153528657624738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most qualified person to receive the nobel peace prize would have to be James Bond. He's been keeping the world from destroying itself for like 50 years! Sometimes you need a little fighting to create peace. It probably doesn't hurt that he's super cool. Way cooler then Obama.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/StTHNzKdC3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/CrjA87zEsSg/s1600-h/James+Bond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 109px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/StTHNzKdC3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/CrjA87zEsSg/s320/James+Bond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392153693755607922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes I think it's completely ridiculous to award the nobel peace prize to man who hasn't actually done anything for peace. If lets say in a couple of years he's actually created a lasting peace then yeah give it to him. To give it to him for a promise that he's made is a travesty. Mostly because promises made by politicians hardly ever come true. Shame on the Nobel Prize committee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-8215422899905475967?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/8215422899905475967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=8215422899905475967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8215422899905475967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8215422899905475967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-people-more-qualified-to-recieve.html' title='Three People More Qualified to Recieve The Nobel Peace Prize then Obama'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/StTGx__mE4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/SYJJNkkb9I8/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5680516813270450141</id><published>2009-10-06T17:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:57:09.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tested With Lehi Today</title><content type='html'>I tested with Lehi today to try and get on their reserve program. I don't think I did to bad. The written part was a little rough, I hadn't studied anything, and there were quite a few things I didn't know. Hopefully nobody else knew them either. The physical test I did pretty good on. I did 33 push ups in a minute, 44 sit ups in a minute, a 17 inch vertical jump, and I ran the mile in 7 minute 30 seconds! Not to shabby, if I do say so myself. Then there was the oral interview. That went pretty good, they were really laid back and it seemed like they just wanted to get a taste of my personality to see if I was a fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day. There wasn't a lot more that I could do, so we'll see how it goes. Oh and as a bonus there were only 13 other people testing for the spot. That's a lot better then the 80 in Saratoga, or the 250 in West Valley...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5680516813270450141?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5680516813270450141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5680516813270450141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5680516813270450141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5680516813270450141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-tested-with-lehi-today.html' title='I Tested With Lehi Today'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4955049268092306520</id><published>2009-10-05T17:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:12:38.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction...</title><content type='html'>I think I may be addicted to watching movies. I love to watch movies, they are so entertaining, and they can take my mind off of things when I just want to veg. The problem is there are sometimes that I don't want to do anything but watch movies. Ironically enough I came to this conclusion watching a documentary on people who play and live role playing games (i.e. dungeons and dragons). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres an organization that sets up live action role playing games where people dress up and live out their fantasies. There was one guy on there that was in his mid twenties, and hadn't yet gotten his high school diploma. He hadn't gotten it yet because instead of doing his home work (or even getting a job) he would rather play fantasy games. He made a statement along the lines that he knew he shouldn't play all the time and actually go out and do something but all he really wanted to do was play. He knew it was his addiction, yet there wasn't anything he was going to do about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thought that came to me. Sometimes all I want to do is sit on the couch and watch movies. I want to watch movies more then go out sometimes. Its my addiction! So I know I love movies and all, but I can't watch them all the time. I know I have my plants and the gym, but I need to do more. Here's what I'm thinking to knock down my movie watching; read more, date more, maybe take up a few hobbies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one hobby I've been thinking about lately is wood carving. Wood carving isn't my strong suit. I've done it before and I've just been terrible at it. But maybe if I spend enough time working at it I'll get good. I think it would be cool to do some wood carving. Like the staff dad has been working on. All I need is a good wood carving knife and some wood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else have any good suggestions? So I can have a competing addiction for my movies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4955049268092306520?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4955049268092306520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4955049268092306520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4955049268092306520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4955049268092306520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/10/addiction.html' title='Addiction...'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-140240008051601229</id><published>2009-09-17T02:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:33:21.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Waste More Tax Payer Money</title><content type='html'>I would have to say for the majority of people out there therapists are a waste of time and money. At the group home where I work (government funded by the way) all the boys here are required to see a therapist twice a week, once in a group setting and once individually. As far as I understand it they are there to try and kick their drug habits. However tonight when I came to work I heard one of the most retarded things I have ever heard come out of a human being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a boy here, lets say he goes by Danny. Danny's therapist believes that Danny is to childish of a name for him, which allows him to act childish. So we need to call him something else, but not Dan or Daniel because that's to grown up. So from now on we are required (yes that's right they are making us do this) to call him by his middle name, Albert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, what the hell does this have to do with him kicking his drug habit? The only reason he is here getting therapy is to get over drugs, not to make him feel/sound more like an adult. Second of all what's wrong with calling him Danny? I'm 25, and I go by Tommy. Does that make me more childish? NO!!! People do what they want, how they want because its what they want, not what they are called. Also how is Albert less grown up then Dan? If anything Id say it's more grown up sounding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know why we get away with some of this stuff. If more people could see just how wasteful and worthless the therapy is here, I'd be out of a job. If its gonna be such a big waste of time and money, just put the kids in DT for an extended period and then set them free. Isn't that how the adult justice system is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-140240008051601229?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/140240008051601229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=140240008051601229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/140240008051601229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/140240008051601229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-waste-more-tax-payer-money.html' title='Let&apos;s Waste More Tax Payer Money'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4908764082984992072</id><published>2009-09-02T01:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:04:42.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Complicated</title><content type='html'>Life throws us curve balls. Sometimes we can see it coming and hit one out of the park. But most of the time it gets the better of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I knew everything that would be happening to me. Or that the things that I want and plan for come to fruition. The vast majority of the time that just isn't the case. Sometimes I do get lucky, and its wonderful. But not often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, nothing I can do about it but push forward and hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4908764082984992072?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4908764082984992072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4908764082984992072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4908764082984992072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4908764082984992072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-complicated.html' title='Life Is Complicated'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-2445597740315297500</id><published>2009-08-27T01:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:40:31.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology: A Love, Hate Relationship</title><content type='html'>The modern world is an amazing place. We can communicate instantly across continents. We live longer, healthier lives (generally speaking). We have comforts earlier times couldn't even dream of. Everyday are lives are made easier and better thanks to technology. We depend on technology so much, but because of this dependence it's also our downfall. When technology fails, we and society along with us crumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring this up because today my cell phone crapped out on me. Every time I opened it all that would come up was a blank, white screen. How annoying is that? I was freaking out a little. Like what if somebody had an emergency, and needed to get a hold of me? I was helpless in doing anything. Or so it felt. It made me think, we as a society depend so much on technology that when it isn't there or doesn't do what we need it to, our world comes crashing down around our ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were to happen if technology failed on a wide scale, like across the entire world? It absolutely would be utter chaos. I think civilization would return to the dark ages overnight. We might be a little more sophisticated then that, but I don't think it would be by much. If technology wasn't restored, the world would return to the time of feudal lords and kingdoms. Not only that, millions would probably die because of a lack of food disbursement. Just think if supermarkets didn't have food. Their would be mass riots, since the majority of the population doesn't do food storage. They would literally kill each other over a loaf of bread in a matter of weeks if not days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes technology improves our lives, and I am thankful for all that it does. I just think we as a society need to be a little more self sufficient and not lean on technology as a crutch. When it's gone, we are gonna fall hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I did end up getting a new phone. I had a heck of a time trying to recreate my contacts list. But oh well, hopefully it won't happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-2445597740315297500?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/2445597740315297500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=2445597740315297500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2445597740315297500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2445597740315297500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/08/technology-love-hate-relationship.html' title='Technology: A Love, Hate Relationship'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-7397924033572828106</id><published>2009-08-26T01:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:07:29.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Telemarketing Should Be Illegal</title><content type='html'>I can't imagine telemarketing actually working. I've never met someone that's said, "Yeah I got a phone call for a new long distance plan and it worked out great!" Normally anytime, anyone talks about getting a phone call it's more along the lines of "I was right in the middle of something important, and had to stop to pick up the phone." Sometimes there are a few expletives thrown in for good measure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems that they have a nak for calling at the worst possible times. For me it's usually at like 11 or noon. I'm usually sleeping and then I get a call for something I have absolutely no need for, and then because I had gotten just enough sleep, I have the worst time trying to fall back to sleep, it's horrible. The only thing that gets me more annoyed when I get woken up by them, is if it's automated in spanish. Oh man that gets my goat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we get bombarded with enough advertisements on tv, the radio, in the mail, and on billboards, that we shouldn't have to be subjected to it over the phone. I mean come on really, the point that I know its a telemarketer is the point where my brain has shut off and I'm just waiting for a pause so I can either; just say no, hang up, or chew them out (depending on my mood, and how tired I really am). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's call them at their busiest, and waste their time and see how they like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-7397924033572828106?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/7397924033572828106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=7397924033572828106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7397924033572828106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7397924033572828106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/08/telemarketing-should-be-illegal.html' title='Telemarketing Should Be Illegal'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4838647850966980562</id><published>2009-08-17T13:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:06:11.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Measurements</title><content type='html'>Like I said earlier I'm up to 160lbs. Alex and I decided to do some measurements to see how big I really am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Som4APO_S6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/irb2lRQRS-I/s1600-h/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Som4APO_S6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/irb2lRQRS-I/s320/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371026344844938146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neck - 14.75"&lt;br /&gt;Waist - 35"&lt;br /&gt;Bicep - 12.5"&lt;br /&gt;Chest - 37.5"&lt;br /&gt;Upper Thigh - 22" &lt;br /&gt;Calves - 13.75"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the goal is to see how big everything will be at 170lbs and then again at 180lbs. Any guesses as to what the final measurements will be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4838647850966980562?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4838647850966980562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4838647850966980562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4838647850966980562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4838647850966980562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-measurements.html' title='New Measurements'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Som4APO_S6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/irb2lRQRS-I/s72-c/IMG_0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3621960187960602750</id><published>2009-08-17T02:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T02:50:07.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of the Month</title><content type='html'>Yeah it's been almost a month since I last updated. And since the one person that I spend the majority of my time with insisted I updated, I thought I probably should. Even though she hasn't updated in like 6 months... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have a job with a Police Department. Saratoga Springs turned me down, I'm doing some paper work for west valley, and I'm waiting to get an interview with Utah County Sheriff's Office. Luckily the group home is more then happy to keep me on for a little while longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back up to 160lbs. That leaves only 10 more to go for me to win the bet, but I think Alex only has like 6 more to lose, so I don't know if I will win anymore. On the bright side I would say it's a lot more muscle then the last time I was at 160lbs. It probably has something to do with the workout program p90x. It kicks my trash every time I do it, but it feels so good to be putting some muscle on these bones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw G.I. Joe last week. I LOVED IT!!! That movie was spot on with how the cartoons were. I know not everyone liked it, and thought it was cheesy. But it brought back the nostalgia of watching Saturday morning cartoons. You can't put a price on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama is still to crazy for my taste. The one stipulation I'd want to put on this health care bill, is that for those that receive it they have to provide proof of citizenship. I'm kind of getting a little annoyed of people who aren't paying taxes getting all the benefits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is still about the same. Still dating an amazing girl, still living with Chris, still trying to live life to the fullest. I'll try to post more regularly, and get some pictures up. We will just have to see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3621960187960602750?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3621960187960602750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3621960187960602750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3621960187960602750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3621960187960602750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/08/recap-of-month.html' title='Recap of the Month'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3101481839820924144</id><published>2009-07-20T01:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:29:41.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Llama Fest</title><content type='html'>On Saturday; Alex, Aubs, Brady, Travis and I went to Llama fest. I had never been there and had no idea what to expect. It was super freaking hot, and it only had about an hour of interest for me, but that hour was pretty good. It was at the Harri Krishna Temple down in Spanish Fork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SmQlkARc8WI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XgBVP6MQbtg/s1600-h/krishna+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SmQlkARc8WI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XgBVP6MQbtg/s320/krishna+temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360450756956451170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The temple looked really cool, both inside and out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SmQlXT2P0dI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6wrD8bcirNI/s1600-h/llama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SmQlXT2P0dI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6wrD8bcirNI/s320/llama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360450538872754642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We of course went and saw the llamas, but they also had some birds, and some tiny cows. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SmQlvWdZOnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KVHA0_c3xig/s1600-h/cows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SmQlvWdZOnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KVHA0_c3xig/s320/cows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360450951890680434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cows in my opinion felt better then the llamas. All in all it's not a bad festival, and is probably worth 3 bucks just to check the place out. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SmQmI6oRbXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qNlkBEsTXkA/s1600-h/lexi+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SmQmI6oRbXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qNlkBEsTXkA/s320/lexi+temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360451391096712562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3101481839820924144?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3101481839820924144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3101481839820924144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3101481839820924144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3101481839820924144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/07/llama-fest.html' title='Llama Fest'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SmQlkARc8WI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XgBVP6MQbtg/s72-c/krishna+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-158563701086846699</id><published>2009-07-15T02:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:20:00.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>It was Alex's birthday this last Saturday, but she was up at her parent's house so we couldn't celebrate it together until Monday. I however believe I made it up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her a present that she really wanted, and would keep her entertained. It's a long board (a big skateboard), and a helmet (even though she doesn't wear it). I figured she needed flowers for her birthday. I knew her favorites were lilies and roses. I got both, now I'm not what you would call a flower person, so I had a little help picking out the arrangement. I did however pick out the vase that went with it. The whole ensemble was a big hit, I do believe her roommates were very jealous of that little bit. Then I took her out to her favorite restaurant, Los Hermanos. It's always good there, and wasn't busy. The next stage of my plan was to go to Comedy Sports and have this night be like our very first date way back in September, but Comedy Sports isn't open on Monday. So I gave her the options of a carnival, mini golf, or going to a dinosaur museum. She wanted to check out the museum, another back fire as it turns out the museum closed at 8 and we got there at like 8:10, bummer! We ended up going to an arcade, and then got some ice cream and watched a movie at my apartment. I had a lot of fun, and I'm pretty sure she did to. Isn't that what's supposed to happen when you celebrate your birthday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-158563701086846699?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/158563701086846699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=158563701086846699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/158563701086846699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/158563701086846699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-celebration.html' title='Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-8210698962409792984</id><published>2009-07-03T11:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:32:08.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Academy Update</title><content type='html'>I am done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my PT and my Certification test this past Monday. It feels so good to be done. The written test had me a little worried for a bit. I originally got an 87% on it which was the second highest in the class, with about half the class failing. The next day the Captain told us that up to 32 questions were being thrown out because they were messed up or had the wrong answers to them, and if after the test was re-scored and we failed we would have to retake it again! Oh my that got my goat pretty bad. But thankfully after the test was scored again I ended up with a 93%, which just so happens to be tied with the highest score in the class. I'll be ok with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PT was a cake as I expected it to be. &lt;br /&gt;     Standing Jump - 22 1/2 inches&lt;br /&gt;     Push ups - 32&lt;br /&gt;     Sit ups in a minute - 46&lt;br /&gt;     300 meter sprint - 50 seconds&lt;br /&gt;     1 1/2 mile run - 12:46 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really good about all that. Now all I have to do is find a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-8210698962409792984?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/8210698962409792984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=8210698962409792984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8210698962409792984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8210698962409792984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/07/academy-update.html' title='Academy Update'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4680083114786766630</id><published>2009-07-03T11:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:24:35.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Game, Well Kind Of.</title><content type='html'>Alex and I started another little competition. We are seeing if I can gain 20lbs before she can lose 20lbs. The loser has to pay to get the winner a massage. Then after we meet that goal, we see who can go the farthest gaining/losing by the end of the summer. We haven't figured what the reward will be for that, but I'm sure it'll be something good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fairly confident I will win. I just need to stay on top of my eating, and weight lifting. It's not like I'll have school anymore to throw me for a loop. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4680083114786766630?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4680083114786766630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4680083114786766630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4680083114786766630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4680083114786766630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-game-well-kind-of.html' title='A New Game, Well Kind Of.'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5740316592038672634</id><published>2009-06-27T13:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:56:09.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Patience Pays Off</title><content type='html'>There are somethings that I have wanted for a long time, and for one reason or another I have been unable to get. So for like the last 10 months I've been working on one in particular. And just last Monday I got it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those things that makes me just super duper happy. I don't know what to say, I worked so long and hard to achieve it, and now I'm there. My only hope is to keep it the way it is. You probably already know what I'm talking about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5740316592038672634?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5740316592038672634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5740316592038672634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5740316592038672634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5740316592038672634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-patience-pays-off.html' title='Sometimes Patience Pays Off'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-6377150485320616061</id><published>2009-06-08T02:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:45:40.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glass House Shatters in the Storm</title><content type='html'>Our minds are beautiful, wonderful, amazing tools. But sometimes they can fool us into believing something that logically doesn't make sense. You get it into your head to build a glass house. A good solid foundation. Design it with the proper architecture, and engineering in mind. Place every nook and cranny in exactly the spot that you want it in. It's perfect in every way, shape, and form. You are ecstatic with it, you never want to leave, you wish you could be in there for ever, in absolute bliss. On the horizon you see a storm brewing. You think no big deal, I'll be safe in my house, what could possibly go wrong. Let the storm come, You fear it not. You've got the best foundation, and the perfect architecture. Let the storm come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how the storm does come. As if the very fury of the heavens is descending upon you, and your glass house. You sit and watch, helpless to do anything about it. The one thought crosses your mind, I'm sitting in a glass house. The storm strikes, with all it's might. Lightning, rain, wind all the power that it has crashes into your glass house. The glass house shatters in the storm. It falls down around your head, and as the storm blows itself out, you sit amidst the rubble, distraught that your perfect house is nothing more then broken glass. What could you have done? You made your house out of glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life gives us hard lessons. Sometimes we need to find better judgment, and not listen to our own insane babbling. It's hard to pick ourselves up and get going again, but somehow, some way we must.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-6377150485320616061?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/6377150485320616061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=6377150485320616061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6377150485320616061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6377150485320616061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/06/glass-house-shatters-in-storm.html' title='The Glass House Shatters in the Storm'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-8307173559642905141</id><published>2009-06-08T01:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:18:52.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What would be the coolest continent to visit?</title><content type='html'>The world is a fantastic place, and I would like to see all of it before I die. That probably won't happen of course. It seems that people can't agree which place they want to see more. It's a tie between Europe and Australia! &lt;br /&gt;Total votes : 9 - North America 0(0%), South America 0(0%), Europe 3(33%), Africa 1(11%), Asia 1(11%), Australia 3(33%), Antarctica 1(11%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SizH_Mov0fI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OlTYIGtJmxM/s1600-h/europe_abroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SizH_Mov0fI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OlTYIGtJmxM/s320/europe_abroad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344866746319753714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I voted for Europe. I think that Europe just has everything I want to see in it, in general terms that is. There is just so much art, culture, world history, ancient history, and natural beauty in that area that you could spend a life time looking and never see everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SizImFTn_zI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2piixdAox0Y/s1600-h/australia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SizImFTn_zI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2piixdAox0Y/s320/australia.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344867414367010610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to admit Australia would be my second choice. I'm not sure why but it just seems like Australia has this primal pull on me, just to go and see it. Maybe it's like the last tamed land on Earth or something that draws me in. Or maybe it's still got that old fashioned cowboy feel to it that calls to my masculinity. Either way Australia would be way fun to go check out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know who voted for Antarctica, but the only thing I would want to see there is the Penguins, and you can find them in other places that aren't so barren and cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-8307173559642905141?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/8307173559642905141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=8307173559642905141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8307173559642905141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8307173559642905141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-would-be-coolest-continent-to.html' title='What would be the coolest continent to visit?'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SizH_Mov0fI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OlTYIGtJmxM/s72-c/europe_abroad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-141701662053030889</id><published>2009-06-03T02:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:05:06.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The NFL Queen Has Been Dethroned</title><content type='html'>So Alex and I kind of have this on going rivalry. We play a game called Madden NFL 2008,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SiY7ik5RHSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tY4-JHp_Z-s/s1600-h/nfl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SiY7ik5RHSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tY4-JHp_Z-s/s320/nfl1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343023473127136546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and for I think like the first 6 games we played she stomped me into the ground. However in the last week or so I've finally gotten my act together and given her a run for her money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've beaten her several games now, and I think she's getting a little annoyed. She knows how I felt. She claims I have an unfair advantage being able to play it all the time. I don't care, I'm gonna take what I can get. It's not like I haven't given her the option of comeing over and practicing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really wanted to say is that she can no longer lord over me the fact that I hadn't beaten her in the game. I have and will continue to do so. (Hopefully) HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SiY8peKEH8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/zP4fGPSDHgQ/s1600-h/madden-nfl-08-debut_52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SiY8peKEH8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/zP4fGPSDHgQ/s320/madden-nfl-08-debut_52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343024691089252290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-141701662053030889?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/141701662053030889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=141701662053030889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/141701662053030889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/141701662053030889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/06/nfl-queen-has-been-dethroned.html' title='The NFL Queen Has Been Dethroned'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SiY7ik5RHSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tY4-JHp_Z-s/s72-c/nfl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5861959891091862923</id><published>2009-06-03T02:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:54:28.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First PD Testing</title><content type='html'>This past Monday I was invited to test with the Cedar City Police Department. The testing started at 6:30am, that kind of sucked. But I got my arse out of bed at 2am and drove down there. I passed all the physical stuff. Then we had to do a report on a video of a DUI arrest that we watched. I think I did pretty good on that one, I did write a 3 page report. Right after that we had an 80 question test to take. The test was kind of retarded. It was more of a what would you do test, then anything that really had to do with the law. I think I did fine on that. Around 2pm is when I had my oral interview. That I know I did freaking awesome at. It was a way relaxed interview. I was telling jokes and some funny stories, while at the same time answering all of their questions. They were at least laughing with me, it felt more like a bunch of friends talking around the table instead of an actual interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I felt like the day went pretty good. There were 30 other people that showed up for the job, but I gave it my best, and that's all that I could ask for. And even if they don't offer me the job, the day wasn't a waste. I learned a lot about what to expect from future interviews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5861959891091862923?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5861959891091862923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5861959891091862923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5861959891091862923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5861959891091862923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-pd-testing.html' title='My First PD Testing'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4866043030740746708</id><published>2009-05-29T01:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:24:26.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Sh-MuG2ku5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/SHIbuEkADUQ/s1600-h/chocolate+ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Sh-MuG2ku5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/SHIbuEkADUQ/s320/chocolate+ice+cream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341142406826081170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't really blame people for voting for chocolate. I mean its chocolate! &lt;br /&gt;Total votes 6. Chocolate - 3(50%), Vanilla - 1(16%), Neapolitan - 2(33%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I however like a little variety. Chocolate is fantastic, but even that can get old for me. I like to go for the Neapolitan because every bite doesn't have to be the same flavor. The way to get around that with chocolate is to get the kind that's got lots of stuff in it. MMM good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4866043030740746708?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4866043030740746708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4866043030740746708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4866043030740746708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4866043030740746708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/05/chocolate-it-is.html' title='Chocolate It Is'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Sh-MuG2ku5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/SHIbuEkADUQ/s72-c/chocolate+ice+cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-7974511909272445834</id><published>2009-05-26T02:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:26:15.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Shul5fQ1bZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bqrsGf9kWSs/s1600-h/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Shul5fQ1bZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bqrsGf9kWSs/s320/stars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340044190241090962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about the stars in the night sky? It's like one of the most amazing natural wonders. I can stare up at the night sky for hours at a time, every single night. I never get tired of it. I work down in the middle of no where, and it's pitch black out many nights affording fantastic views of the night sky. I can't get enough of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does looking up at the sky invoke a deep sense that there is so much more out there? That there is a greater power in the universe? That I am but a spec compared to the infinite dimensions of the cosmos? It could be all these things. Maybe everyone feels a little bit different, but I believe everyone feels something when they look up at night. The power of creation is there to behold at just a glance towards the heavens. Yet sadly many don't get to see the beauty of it. Light pollution has caused a diminishing of our ability to see the sky. Nothing we can really do about it. But the next time you get a chance, when you are out away from civilization take a minute to look up. How do you feel when you look at the stars, what do you think about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-7974511909272445834?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/7974511909272445834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=7974511909272445834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7974511909272445834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7974511909272445834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/05/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Shul5fQ1bZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bqrsGf9kWSs/s72-c/stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-7757167296701199229</id><published>2009-05-22T02:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:25:03.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lost A Bit More Weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ShZgapycvJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_cdiYIN1iUw/s1600-h/150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ShZgapycvJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_cdiYIN1iUw/s320/150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338560419304619154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about my body, but it seems that if I don't keep up on the whole trying to put on weight, it all goes bye-bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back down to about 150lbs. That annoys me. I spent all that time and all that work putting that weight on and in just a couple of months its gone. ARRR!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I'm at quite a bit more toned then I was before. So I guess all that work wasn't a complete waste.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ShZhStq9cYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/M0cGo7USLx8/s1600-h/150+flex+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ShZhStq9cYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/M0cGo7USLx8/s320/150+flex+side.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338561382419624322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-7757167296701199229?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/7757167296701199229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=7757167296701199229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7757167296701199229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7757167296701199229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-lost-bit-more-weight.html' title='I Lost A Bit More Weight'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ShZgapycvJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_cdiYIN1iUw/s72-c/150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-1970873537721198930</id><published>2009-05-20T02:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:37:18.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got A New Plant...By Hitting It</title><content type='html'>I was coming back from church on Sunday with my friend John. I turned behind this truck that had a uhaul trailer. The dude apparently didn't care about the cargo because the trailer was open and full of plants. He went around the corner at a pretty good speed and a bunch of these plants fell out. I was pretty pissed because I didn't have time to swerve and ploughed right over a couple. Luckily I didn't see any damage to my car when I stopped. I was gonna go chase the truck down and get his plates to turn him in, when John turned to me and said "Hey, you want a free plant?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought no, that's stupid I want to get this guy. But instead of spending my Sunday getting involved in this and waisting my time, I figured a free plant was ample payment for having it hit my car. So I got a new plant, all it took was hitting it with my car. I don't however know what to do with it, cause it is like 7 or 8 feet tall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-1970873537721198930?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/1970873537721198930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=1970873537721198930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1970873537721198930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1970873537721198930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-new-plantby-hitting-it.html' title='I Got A New Plant...By Hitting It'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-312605457726475381</id><published>2009-05-16T00:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:21:22.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Feels Good</title><content type='html'>A lot of the time I feel like a complete idiot when it comes to girls. Like I don't know what to do or what I'm doing is the "right" thing. Girls just confuse me. I was having a conversation with Alex, you know just talking, saying what was on my mind. (Sometimes that gets me into big trouble) But then she gave me one of the funniest and greatest compliments I think I've ever gotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Sg5bLxaCNVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ExV7HXmXOog/s1600-h/Alex+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Sg5bLxaCNVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ExV7HXmXOog/s200/Alex+face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336302866279839058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Its guys like you that make most guys look like pigs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I might not be the best or do everything right, but when I hear something like this it just makes me feel good. I figure hey, I must be doing something right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-312605457726475381?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/312605457726475381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=312605457726475381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/312605457726475381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/312605457726475381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-feels-good.html' title='It Feels Good'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Sg5bLxaCNVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ExV7HXmXOog/s72-c/Alex+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3736790067876209969</id><published>2009-05-08T02:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:22:49.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Think About</title><content type='html'>Lately I've had quite a few things on my mind. Problems that I've had that it seemed no matter what I did, I couldn't solve them. Many times have I heard that you should read the scriptures to find answers to your problems. I didn't believe it, how could the scriptures really truly have specific answers for me? This evening however I was reading in my scriptures, and one particular verse stuck out to me 2 Nephi 1:20 - "And he hath said that: Inasmuch as ye shall keep my commandments ye shall prosper in the land; but inasmuch as ye will not keep my commandments ye shall be cut off from my presence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing real well in the area of doing what I'm supposed to. I read this and it was kind of like a light went off in my head. Hey! Maybe you should be striving more to do what you're supposed to. Now I won't begin to think that all my problems will just vanish if I get my act together, but maybe it will be a little easier to deal with. I don't know, I should be doing it no matter what the case may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3736790067876209969?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3736790067876209969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3736790067876209969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3736790067876209969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3736790067876209969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to Think About'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5645157401212904853</id><published>2009-05-01T02:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:37:16.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeat vs Failure</title><content type='html'>Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure.&lt;br /&gt;George Edward Woodberry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I could have said it better. I don't mind losing, I can handle that and get over it without to much difficulty. The things that I really regret, the things that I dwell on, and think about over and over again, are the times that I haven't even tried. I think it's the fact that I don't know if there could have been a different outcome. When I try and fail, at least I know where my limits are and that I had the gumption to try. When I don't, there is always that nagging doubt of if it would have made things different. And on a lot of things once that time to try is gone, no matter what I do, I can't go back. It makes me sad. (Some of you know what I'm talking about.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5645157401212904853?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5645157401212904853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5645157401212904853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5645157401212904853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5645157401212904853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/05/defeat-vs-failure.html' title='Defeat vs Failure'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-7007682654871341015</id><published>2009-05-01T02:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:23:46.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Title of Liberty and Police Work</title><content type='html'>Title of Liberty; In memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children. Captain Moroni is by far my favorite hero from the scriptures. He was everything a leader of men should be. I would follow him into the very gates of hell, if that's what was needed. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Sfqu4PaLVQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F-3fq-ikmqo/s1600-h/Captain+Moroni.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Sfqu4PaLVQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F-3fq-ikmqo/s320/Captain+Moroni.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330765390178637058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly remember how we got to this in class today, but our instructor made a comment about how Police are Knights of the modern day. We serve and protect the innocent. Police have a shield that symbolizes the shields used by Knights of old to protect them. &lt;br /&gt;Captain Moroni raised the title of Liberty to show what they were fighting for. Police (and hopefully me soon) are fighting for that same purpose. For the freedoms we have, for our families, for the innocent that can't protect themselves. The Powers of Good and Evil are at war. Both spiritually and physically. We must follow Captain Moroni's example, remember who we are and what we stand for. We must do all that we can to fight evil in all it's forms. Police are doing the work of God, let us take up that calling and be worthy to do the work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-7007682654871341015?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/7007682654871341015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=7007682654871341015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7007682654871341015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7007682654871341015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/05/title-of-liberty-and-police-work.html' title='The Title of Liberty and Police Work'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Sfqu4PaLVQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F-3fq-ikmqo/s72-c/Captain+Moroni.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4575393061049778701</id><published>2009-04-30T01:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:22:35.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SflRi6aKJxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2tAAHJRlfQQ/s1600-h/Chris+and+tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SflRi6aKJxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2tAAHJRlfQQ/s400/Chris+and+tom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330381294206068498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there is a picture out there of Chris and I where we are both making "normal" faces. I guess that's just how we roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4575393061049778701?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4575393061049778701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4575393061049778701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4575393061049778701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4575393061049778701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SflRi6aKJxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2tAAHJRlfQQ/s72-c/Chris+and+tom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-6844209953184343092</id><published>2009-04-23T01:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:10:14.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pledge Allegiance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SfAZ6f6SYNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/S2GGZPlAG-I/s1600-h/american_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SfAZ6f6SYNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/S2GGZPlAG-I/s320/american_flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327786851968377042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;Pledge Allegiance &lt;/em&gt;to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands: &lt;em&gt;one Nation under God&lt;/em&gt;, indivisible, with &lt;em&gt;Liberty and Justice for all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at the flag and recite the pledge, what do you feel? I feel pride, honor, duty, respect, and thankfulness. This flag is the symbol of our country, everything that we as people are, and want to be should be felt when we see this flag, and recite this pledge. Yet it seems to me that every year it's becoming less important, and isn't honored as it should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pledge of Allegiance is a spoken oath of loyalty to our country. We are saying we will do all we can to help improve and maintain this great land. It should mean something when we say it. It's an oath. You are giving your word to help protect and uphold the principles of this land. If you can't trust a man's word, what does he have left? This isn't an oath to the President, it's not an oath to Congress, it's not an oath to any single party. It's an oath to our country, to all the liberties, and freedoms that we have. Why are people trying to destroy this? We should be upholding the principles that our founding fathers set down. We should be teaching our children what it means to &lt;em&gt;Pledge Allegiance&lt;/em&gt;, not just to recite some words at the beginning of the day. We should be proud to have it in our schools, and in our daily lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;em&gt;one nation under god&lt;/em&gt;. We don't have to agree on every little thing. But we should agree on doing everything that we must for the good of all. In accordance with that we, and especially public officials, should be doing our duties as if God really were standing over us, watching what we're doing. It's sad to see public officials in the news for committing horrid crimes, or some kind of scandal. It's just not right. They were put in office to help their fellow man, and they just aren't doing that. If they were acting as if God were watching over them, they would be busting their buts to do everything they can as best as they possibly can. Why wouldn't we want God watching over us? If he isn't who would? Man? Man is fallible, God is not. I would much rather have a perfect being watching over me correcting me, then some imperfect man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liberty and Justice for All&lt;/em&gt;. We should be fair and just in our dealings with everyone. We shouldn't infringe on the rights of others, that don't infringe on the rights of us. I believe this also means that we must protect the safety and life of those around us. We aren't taking someones liberty away by putting them in jail. They chose to give up their liberty by committing a crime. They did it to themselves, it's a consequence of their actions, we have an obligation to protect the liberties of those innocent people that were wronged. We need to have a fair and unbiased system to implement those consequences, but once it's decided upon, that should be the end of that. If they didn't want to be locked away they shouldn't have infringed on the rights of the innocent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one am proud to be an American. I don't agree with everything that goes on, but that doesn't mean that this country is crap. It means that I, and my fellow Americans need to uphold that oath of loyalty that we swore, and constantly strive to make this country a better place for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-6844209953184343092?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/6844209953184343092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=6844209953184343092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6844209953184343092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6844209953184343092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-pledge-allegiance.html' title='I Pledge Allegiance'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SfAZ6f6SYNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/S2GGZPlAG-I/s72-c/american_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-831585310474223022</id><published>2009-04-22T01:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:53:49.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I Got Plants</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I had this thought, but the other day I got it into my head that I should get some plants. So I did. I got five of them, and a little growing light. I have them in my room, and since I sleep during the day I keep the room as dark as possible. So I needed the growing light for when I'm away, usually at night, so the plants wouldn't die off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Se7KULvKLtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7AEs9rLIsMY/s1600-h/Goldfish+plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Se7KULvKLtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7AEs9rLIsMY/s320/Goldfish+plant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327417857322659538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goldfish Plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Se7KdquqwpI/AAAAAAAAANU/vbrCcZwB35A/s1600-h/Fern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Se7KdquqwpI/AAAAAAAAANU/vbrCcZwB35A/s320/Fern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327418020260922002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Se7KyyeGNpI/AAAAAAAAANc/ckX6qVbux4c/s1600-h/Licorice+plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Se7KyyeGNpI/AAAAAAAAANc/ckX6qVbux4c/s320/Licorice+plant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327418383116154514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Licorice Plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Se7K-EruDxI/AAAAAAAAANk/JfonGMIIvYE/s1600-h/Fishnet+stockings+plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Se7K-EruDxI/AAAAAAAAANk/JfonGMIIvYE/s320/Fishnet+stockings+plant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327418576983691026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fishnet Stockings Plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Se7L-UJpZOI/AAAAAAAAANs/IV9tDlqH9Sg/s1600-h/Velvet+lime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Se7L-UJpZOI/AAAAAAAAANs/IV9tDlqH9Sg/s320/Velvet+lime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327419680647374050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Velvet Lime Plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're fairly cool looking, especially the goldfish plant. It's got little orange flowers on it that resemble goldfish. They also add a little something to my room, not to mention it gives me a little hobbie to do in my downtime (the little that I have). Hopefully I don't kill them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-831585310474223022?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/831585310474223022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=831585310474223022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/831585310474223022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/831585310474223022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-i-got-plants.html' title='Yes, I Got Plants'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Se7KULvKLtI/AAAAAAAAANM/7AEs9rLIsMY/s72-c/Goldfish+plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4493310497334025053</id><published>2009-04-20T01:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:00:46.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opperation Find Me a Girl</title><content type='html'>I'm a bum, and I can't seem to find and hold onto a girl. It just seems that lately I either can't find a date or the gals that I'm really interested in, aren't interested in me. It's starting to get to me. So I'm looking for a girlfriend and I'm asking for help. I will go on a date with anyone. I will give anyone a chance. Anyone that you know that is single, I will go on a date with. You never know who I might start dating, so I'm going to try not to judge as harshly as I have in the past. I am going to try to be an open and out going person. Not the stubborn headed mule that I've been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know somebody that's available, lets set up a date!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4493310497334025053?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4493310497334025053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4493310497334025053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4493310497334025053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4493310497334025053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/04/opperation-find-me-girl.html' title='Opperation Find Me a Girl'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3857499755964397225</id><published>2009-04-20T01:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:47:19.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pagent and A Blasphemous Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SewnQR1PNPI/AAAAAAAAANE/NQEZrRaZMc4/s1600-h/aubs+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SewnQR1PNPI/AAAAAAAAANE/NQEZrRaZMc4/s320/aubs+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326675619890541810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey's roommate Katie was in a pageant at the conference center on Saturday. It was a pageant for descendants of pilgrims to utah in 1847 or something like that. Anyway it wasn't half bad. Having never been to one I guess I really wouldn't know, but I wasn't completely bored. Aubs made a friend while we were there. Some little old lady sat down next to us and was just chatting up a storm with Aubs. It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie didn't make it to the top ten, so Aubs and I booked it out of there. We were planning on going to the Cheese Cake Factory, but seeing as how neither of us knew how to get there we got lost and then just decided to head back to Provo. It wasn't real late so we met up with some friends and went and saw the movie Knowing. It was actually a pretty good movie up until the end. The ending ruined it for me. Basically the ending to me said that God and angels are aliens. It really pissed me off. They took an interesting spin on the bible but one that I just can't agree with. Oh well, it wasn't a total loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3857499755964397225?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3857499755964397225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3857499755964397225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3857499755964397225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3857499755964397225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/04/pagent-and-blasphemous-movie.html' title='A Pagent and A Blasphemous Movie'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SewnQR1PNPI/AAAAAAAAANE/NQEZrRaZMc4/s72-c/aubs+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5885859482656823367</id><published>2009-04-17T01:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T02:04:47.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Person Are You?</title><content type='html'>Animals I think are great to have around. They really liven things up sometimes. But not everyone is into having the same animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poll Results: Total Votes 8; Dog - 5(62%), Cat - 0, Fish - 1(12%), I Hate Animals - 2(25%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Seg4A1E9b1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/CqmzhDBw8Lw/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Seg4A1E9b1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/CqmzhDBw8Lw/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325568146264649554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dog person. I just love dogs. They're cool, and they have plenty of uses. Not to mention that when I was younger we had the best dog ever. Max. That was an awesome dog, I don't know if I'll ever find one like him. Cats I could do without. I don't know why, I'm just not very fond of them. Fish are cool sometimes to, but they get boring after awhile cause there isn't to much you can do with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those people that just don't like animals. I don't understand this. Animals are great to have around. Why wouldn't you like them? Unless of course you just hate everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5885859482656823367?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5885859482656823367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5885859482656823367' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5885859482656823367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5885859482656823367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-kind-of-person-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Person Are You?'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Seg4A1E9b1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/CqmzhDBw8Lw/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-6726518941574245386</id><published>2009-04-16T01:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:23:43.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Moving Apartments Just Doesn't Mix</title><content type='html'>I have to move out of my apartment because they're changing it to married housing, and apparently single people aren't allowed to rent married apartments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's ok I guess because I was able to rent a room in the duplex that Chris is living in. Hooray! Unfortunately today was the only day I had off from school and work. Can you guess what happened? It snowed. And not just a light dusting, we got a pretty good amount for it being the middle of April. I really didn't want to try and move a bunch of large heavy furniture in the snow, so I didn't. I'm hoping that the weather will be nice on Saturday so that I can get the big stuff moved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like the whole day was a total waste. There was a couple of hours where the snow let off, and I was able to get a good amount of my stuff moved. Just not the heavy stuff. And since I didn't have any real responsibilities today I went to the gym with Alex, twice! I know you're not supposed to go twice in one day, but I've been kinda slacking. Who cares, I probably won't go tomorrow anyway. On a side note, what with all the physical training in the academy and going to the gym most nights, I've lost like 8 pounds. I'm back down to about 153, sad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-6726518941574245386?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/6726518941574245386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=6726518941574245386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6726518941574245386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6726518941574245386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/04/snow-and-moving-apartments-just-doesnt.html' title='Snow and Moving Apartments Just Doesn&apos;t Mix'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-868964371267167900</id><published>2009-04-10T02:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:21:16.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Sickness</title><content type='html'>I'm usually pretty fortunate in that I don't get sick all that often. But when I do it sure sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a total of just 4 votes: Common Cold 1(25%), Flu 0, Pneumonia 3(75%), Strep 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't agree more with this. Cold, flu, and strep can be bad, but when it's over it's over. Pneumonia is just bad. I remember one summer, when is seemed everybody got sick with either pneumonia or bronchitis. It sucked so bad. And after by time with pneumonia I've never felt the same. I've always felt that I haven't been to my full potential since then. Like it killed part of my lungs, and I just haven't been able to recover. At least I don't have it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-868964371267167900?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/868964371267167900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=868964371267167900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/868964371267167900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/868964371267167900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/04/worst-sickness.html' title='The Worst Sickness'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-8266730665728561105</id><published>2009-03-26T01:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:03:44.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugliest Animals</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the world can be pretty cruel. There are just some ugly animals out there that can't do anything about it, all because of genetics. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ScszvL71M_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/z6xomTHbPQU/s1600-h/ugly+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ScszvL71M_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/z6xomTHbPQU/s320/ugly+dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317400670791611378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I find it really funny when the owners of these animals, make them even uglier, and think they're the cutest things in the world. What are these people thinking? You know it's ugly, you know that everybody else knows it's ugly. Why pretend it's anything but ugly? I think what they're really doing is trying to get attention. They make these animals just as ugly as they can, and then say they're cute just to have people talk about it. How lame is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Scs0bxJmg7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/PiuVOHg9pT0/s1600-h/ugly+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Scs0bxJmg7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/PiuVOHg9pT0/s320/ugly+cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317401436695724978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If it was me I'd either send them back to the dump where they belong, or put them in a freak show so everybody can point and laugh. That's all they're really good for anyway. A laugh, and venting some frustration at the best target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now not all creatures are made this way by man however. Some of them are born that way. In the case of those few we should quietly put them away somewhere so we don't have to look at them anymore. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Scs1FHUzs3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/2XNPTK-AZiU/s1600-h/ugly+ape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Scs1FHUzs3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/2XNPTK-AZiU/s320/ugly+ape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317402147022943090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to say. If it's ugly call it ugly. Don't dress it up and make it something it's not. We don't want to see it, we don't want to hear about it. Just put it away somewhere, so we don't have to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Scs18fGjQBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JXJ88Bt6cB4/s1600-h/hillary+clinton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Scs18fGjQBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JXJ88Bt6cB4/s320/hillary+clinton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317403098298400786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably weren't expecting a Hillary joke. But what the hell, I figured it was time to remind everyone of my disdain for that woman. I really don't like her. Now go back and read the blog one more time and think of Hillary when you're doing it, it's even funnier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-8266730665728561105?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/8266730665728561105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=8266730665728561105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8266730665728561105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8266730665728561105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugliest-animals.html' title='The Ugliest Animals'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ScszvL71M_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/z6xomTHbPQU/s72-c/ugly+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-1172841248039543228</id><published>2009-03-23T03:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:19:24.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating is OK, Going Insane is Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ScdSzJ8h9XI/AAAAAAAAAME/JLprL6JE0Oo/s1600-h/Ugly+Rabbits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ScdSzJ8h9XI/AAAAAAAAAME/JLprL6JE0Oo/s320/Ugly+Rabbits.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316308923930768754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how any person could find this thing cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it just hideous, and scary. Why would you put up four foot tall rabbit people for Easter? How does that look nice, and how does it relate to Easter in the traditional sense. Along with that, who would put up a cartoon duck as an Easter decoration?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ScdTacSD4GI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XNGwtvQpdoM/s1600-h/Ugly+Duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ScdTacSD4GI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XNGwtvQpdoM/s320/Ugly+Duck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316309598867808354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand people sometimes. There's nothing wrong with being a little festive, but there's definitely a point where it's overkill. I think I've found that point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-1172841248039543228?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/1172841248039543228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=1172841248039543228' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1172841248039543228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1172841248039543228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/03/decorating-is-ok-going-insane-is-not.html' title='Decorating is OK, Going Insane is Not.'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ScdSzJ8h9XI/AAAAAAAAAME/JLprL6JE0Oo/s72-c/Ugly+Rabbits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-2820332080519736394</id><published>2009-03-20T03:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:03:39.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Doritos Flavor is the Best?</title><content type='html'>Apparently Nacho is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 votes - Nacho 4(57%), Cool Ranch 0, Salsa Verde 3(42%), Spicy Nacho 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nacho is the classic doritos flavor, the problem that I have with it is that it gets boring so quickly. I can only eat that flavor in spurts. Meaning I'll have some, then I'll go a couple of weeks before I'll even want anymore. Cool Ranch is ok, but I have to be in the mood for it. Spicy Nacho is about the same as nacho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salsa Verde however is the freaking bomb. I love it. I could always go for some, not to mention it's got a different, and spicy taste to it that makes it a little more interesting then the others. Funny story I once saw Chris eat like an entire bag by himself. It was pretty amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nacho flavor wins. I guess I just have kinda different tastes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ScNp4F0EhqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8VcuEg-r8Oo/s1600-h/doritos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ScNp4F0EhqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8VcuEg-r8Oo/s320/doritos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315208397581485730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-2820332080519736394?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/2820332080519736394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=2820332080519736394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2820332080519736394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2820332080519736394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/03/which-doritos-flavor-is-best.html' title='Which Doritos Flavor is the Best?'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/ScNp4F0EhqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8VcuEg-r8Oo/s72-c/doritos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-6044437456120346634</id><published>2009-03-13T03:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:31:04.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Villain Would Make The Best Hero?</title><content type='html'>Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 votes - Lex Luthor 2(33%), Green Goblin 0, Bizarro Superman 1(16%), Magneto 3(50%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with Magneto being the best hero. He's got intelligence, charisma, courage, and a really cool power. Not to mention the fact that at the root of his cause, he just wants to improve the rights for mutants. He started out being good he just goes about it in the wrong way. And he's already best friends with Professor X, so it's not to hard to imagine him being good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lex Luthor and the Green Goblin I think would be basically Batman. They got everything Batman does. Money, smarts, skills, and the gumption to do something. Bizarro Superman would be a good candidate, but his main draw back is his lack of intelligence. He really is just Superman, but without the brains. That lack of intelligence is kinda what turns him into a villain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Magneto! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Sbom9wSu5UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4USyppUT2Nc/s1600-h/magneto.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Sbom9wSu5UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4USyppUT2Nc/s320/magneto.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312601552814269762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-6044437456120346634?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/6044437456120346634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=6044437456120346634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6044437456120346634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6044437456120346634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/03/which-villain-would-make-best-hero.html' title='Which Villain Would Make The Best Hero?'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/Sbom9wSu5UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4USyppUT2Nc/s72-c/magneto.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-1242817745388561193</id><published>2009-03-11T04:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:20:25.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Training</title><content type='html'>Today was our first day of personal training in this session of the Police Academy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vertical Jump - 21 inches&lt;br /&gt;Pushups - 38&lt;br /&gt;Situps in a minute - 42&lt;br /&gt;300 meter run - 53 seconds&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 mile run - 16.06 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I improved in everything but the vertical jump and the mile and a half run. I'm pretty sure that the 10 pounds I've put on since the last time I was tested on these has had an effect. I'm not real worried about it. I think since I already passed the physical test in the first block I don't have to pass it this time around. Not that I'm not going to try, just that I'm not going to kill myself. And two minutes isn't that much time to shave off in 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of the class was more defensive tactics. It was mostly just a review of the stuff from the first block. They changed a few things on us just because the curriculm has changed, but it all came back without to much effort. The really exciting thing is that with the new curriculm they have there's apparently more ground techniques. Translation we do more actual fighting!!! How cool is that? I get to go to school to learn how to fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-1242817745388561193?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/1242817745388561193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=1242817745388561193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1242817745388561193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1242817745388561193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/03/personal-training.html' title='Personal Training'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-7590600942840607455</id><published>2009-03-06T04:04:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:21:11.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln vs. Gandhi</title><content type='html'>I've decided to put a poll up on my blog, and every week people can come and vote on the question. Then at the end of the week I'll put up the results and discuss what I think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SbEGF7I1DLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zAC2s_tSf9A/s1600-h/Abe+Lincoln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SbEGF7I1DLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zAC2s_tSf9A/s320/Abe+Lincoln.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310032134490361010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SbEGWWotXbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5lUiNdFnJOA/s1600-h/Gamdhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SbEGWWotXbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5lUiNdFnJOA/s320/Gamdhi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310032416749739442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question was who would win in a fight; Abraham Lincoln or Mahatma Gandhi? With 8 votes altogether, 87% (7) voted for Lincoln and 13% (1) voted for Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the thing. Lincoln easily has the height and reach advantage. He probably also has Gandhi out weighed to. But the thing that Gandhi has going for him is that he's proven that his body can take significant amounts of punishment and still keep going. I would also venture to say that Gandhi is probably a quick little bugger. Is Gandhi fast enough to take down Lincoln before Lincoln can beat Gandhi in the ground? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with most of the others that voted I would have to say Lincoln would win in a fight. With the reach that Lincoln would have over Gandhi, I don't think Gandhi could get in close enough to do any damage. Lincoln would definitely win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-7590600942840607455?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/7590600942840607455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=7590600942840607455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7590600942840607455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7590600942840607455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/03/lincoln-vs-gandhi.html' title='Lincoln vs. Gandhi'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SbEGF7I1DLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zAC2s_tSf9A/s72-c/Abe+Lincoln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-8453314954236524505</id><published>2009-03-05T04:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T04:41:48.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Academy Update</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day of the second block. We didn't do anything real big, just talked about what was going to be going on this semester. I think it's gonna be really good. There isn't as much law and "class" work, quite a bit of it will be practicals. Although theres a bunch more certification classes that we will be going through. It's okay, I'm just really excited to be going again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got yelled at today. I wore my baton to class, and apparently we aren't to be wearing it until we're certified to use it. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-8453314954236524505?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/8453314954236524505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=8453314954236524505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8453314954236524505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8453314954236524505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/03/academy-update.html' title='Academy Update'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-1139963903168623679</id><published>2009-03-02T02:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:25:17.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kicking Good Movie and Provo is Lame</title><content type='html'>Just last night I wanted to go do something. It was kinda late, but I figured there were still some places open. I texted Alex and when she got off work we went to go do something. The only problem is that in Provo on Saturday night everything closes at 11. It was so frustrating, there was nothing to do. So we ended up getting some ice cream and tried to rent a movie. I say try cause the stupid red box wouldn't take my card. We then went to my apartment and watched Fight Club. I should also mention that we played a couple of games of tetris and I won like five games to her one, but who's counting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Club is an awesome movie. It's so intense. Brad Pitt and Ed Norton do fantastic jobs. The story line is just perfect, they do an incredible job of not giving away the ending. I get so into it everytime I watch. I just want to go out and start a fight with a complete stranger, just to see what would happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-1139963903168623679?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/1139963903168623679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=1139963903168623679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1139963903168623679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1139963903168623679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/03/kicking-good-movie-and-provo-is-lame.html' title='A Kicking Good Movie and Provo is Lame'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-7212981592646087463</id><published>2009-03-02T02:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:17:30.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th Post!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes this is a big moment for me. This is my 100th post! Pretty exciting I know. If you feel like sending me medals, or awards please feel free. I just want everybody to take a moment and think of their favorite moment with me, or favorite saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be pretty boring without me around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-7212981592646087463?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/7212981592646087463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=7212981592646087463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7212981592646087463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/7212981592646087463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th Post!!!'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-6054059799568007762</id><published>2009-02-27T02:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T03:18:38.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walmart is a Whore</title><content type='html'>If walmart is a whore, what then is America? Especially since we go back to it time, and time again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, I watched another documentary. As I'm sure you guessed this one was about walmart. Walmart has a lot of shady practices, and treats it's employees like crap. I'm all for capitalism, but there comes a point where companies need to be curtailed in what they're allowed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing that annoys me is how they treat the employees. Low wages, no or very poor benefits, won't let them work overtime or even 40 hours. The real kick in the pants is that they make it a policy for people that are struggling financially to go and sign up for government benefits. When you tell your employees that the only thing they can do is to go on welfare, you've got a problem. Walmart needs to take care of its people. Give them more money, let them work. Walmart is a business, they are out to make a profit but I think they've gotten a little to greedy. They can spend a little more on employee benefits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only real reason that this is allowed to happen is because Americans demand cheap goods. What they don't intend to happen is for walmart to push out all the other businesses in the area, and for resale values to go down. But that's what happens when a walmart goes into an ares, the economy of that area takes a hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people stopped buying from walmart, walmart wouldn't be this giant multi-national corporation sucking the life out of Smalltown, U.S.A. I doubt however this will ever happen, people demand cheap stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-6054059799568007762?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/6054059799568007762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=6054059799568007762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6054059799568007762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6054059799568007762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/02/walmart-is-whore.html' title='Walmart is a Whore'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-1763457300504426951</id><published>2009-02-23T03:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:11:26.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Corn King"</title><content type='html'>I watched a documentary the other night entitled "Corn King." Its about, as I'm sure you already guessed corn. Now you might ask yourself who in their right mind would make a documentary about corn? And who would be so bored as to watch it? A couple of guys from Boston made it, and I was bored enough to watch it. It was actually a pretty interesting flick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters these guys didn't set out to talk about corn. They set out to talk about the eating and the health problem in America today. They boiled it down to one thing, corn. Specifically high fructose corn syrup (corn sugar), the vast majority of processed foods contain this corn syrup. So they go to the corn capitol of the world, Iowa, to grow corn and see why corn is and has become a major staple of the American diet. I won't ruin it for those who want to go see it (probably nobody), but they bring up a very interesting point that even though corn is normally good for you, we've engineered and created a food state where corn has become bad for us. It's worth watching, if you ever have about an hour and a half to kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-1763457300504426951?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/1763457300504426951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=1763457300504426951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1763457300504426951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1763457300504426951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/02/corn-king.html' title='&quot;Corn King&quot;'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-2567476099543459092</id><published>2009-02-16T05:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:35:35.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Tell You About My Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>The best part of my valentines day was getting a "mystery" valentine. It's not a huge mystery because they left it for Thomas Payne, and there are only like 4 people in the world who ever call me by my full name. Two of them just happen to be Aubs and Katie Kat. I'm pretty positive it was them that left it on my door step, and it brightened my weekend. Even though they left for California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day starts out with me texting Alex till like 4 in the morning, about when we're going to go to the gym. I think we ended up saying like 9. That wasn't bad, but I had to get up in the morning to find it snowing, and then Alex bailed on the gym (I ended up not going either). I got my new glasses, and dropped off a couple of valentines. All that was before 11am. And that was the entirety of my production for the day. Literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire rest of the day on the couch watching movies and sitcoms, eating a crap load of junk food. I think I ate like 3 or 4 pounds of candy. I started the day at like 159lbs and ended it at like 163lbs. I was stuffed and sick. And that was my valentines day in a nut shell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-2567476099543459092?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/2567476099543459092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=2567476099543459092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2567476099543459092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2567476099543459092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-me-tell-you-about-my-valentines-day.html' title='Let Me Tell You About My Valentines Day'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3619677253423214156</id><published>2009-02-16T03:03:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:10:12.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tastebuds Have Changed Allegiance</title><content type='html'>I thought my favorite candy bar was snickers. The mix of chocolate, caramel, peanuts, and nougat was amazing. I could eat those all day everyday. And sometimes I would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently however, it seems I've been leaning to a different candy bar. The Twix. That mix of chocolate, caramel, and crunchy cookie has been forcing its way into my heart, through my mouth. Now this could be a passing fad, and I could return to the snickers in the end. But I have my doubts. I think I have been converted to the Twix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3619677253423214156?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3619677253423214156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3619677253423214156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3619677253423214156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3619677253423214156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-tastebuds-have-changed-allegiance.html' title='My Tastebuds Have Changed Allegiance'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3153379393895899667</id><published>2009-02-16T02:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:58:40.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Glasses</title><content type='html'>I got my new glasses on Valentines day. They're a lot like the old ones, just a little narrower. I didn't want to have to get new glasses but it probably was time. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SZk283N013I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Fy934Pln1QE/s1600-h/Old+glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SZk283N013I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Fy934Pln1QE/s320/Old+glasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303330455447459698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Old Glasses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you shouldn't do to glasses I've probably done to these. And I mean everything. Melted, dropped in acid and various chemicals, dropped off roof, thrown across room, frozen, scratched, smashed, etc... So they got kinda beaten up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like these new ones, but they're taking a little to get used to. I'm having a little difficulty walking. I don't know if it's the new perscription or if I'm just retarded but just walking down the street or up stairs was a chore that first day. Oh well, here's to spending $320 I don't have to spend!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SZk4RQ2O20I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IOC0oTU3u1M/s1600-h/New+glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SZk4RQ2O20I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IOC0oTU3u1M/s320/New+glasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303331905436834626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3153379393895899667?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3153379393895899667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3153379393895899667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3153379393895899667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3153379393895899667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-glasses.html' title='New Glasses'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SZk283N013I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Fy934Pln1QE/s72-c/Old+glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-8931349455309437110</id><published>2009-02-12T05:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T05:40:29.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Hostess</title><content type='html'>Wonder Hostess has got to be the greatest food brand, and store in existence. I say that because the other day I was at the gas station and saw those fantastic fruit pies. The problem was that I didn't want to be paying $1.40 for them (yeah I'm kinda cheap sometimes). Then I remembered that near our house there was a wonder hostess thrift store that sold all the wonder products at a discounted price. I figured that if there's one there got to be more. And I was right! I went online and looked and wouldn't you know there's one in orem. Awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say I went and bought a box of 15 fruit pies, and they were only like 83 cents a piece. It turned into one awesome day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-8931349455309437110?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/8931349455309437110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=8931349455309437110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8931349455309437110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8931349455309437110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonder-hostess.html' title='Wonder Hostess'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-2542693752335922359</id><published>2009-02-09T02:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:42:55.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Worst Possible Time</title><content type='html'>Why does it seem like really crappy things happen at the worst possible time? I was getting ready to go to work and I picked up my glasses, and wouldn't you know it but they break on me. The frame just snaps. What the crap? They broke in a spot that makes it very nearly impossible to tape back together. So I'm gonna have to go to like walmart tomorrow and get a new pair made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the worst possible time because not only was I late to work (I had to find my sunglasses because I can't drive without a pair), but it happens the month before the police academy starts and I've got a lot of crap to pay for. I just hope nothing else goes wrong, or I'm really gonna be upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-2542693752335922359?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/2542693752335922359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=2542693752335922359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2542693752335922359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2542693752335922359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-worst-possible-time.html' title='At the Worst Possible Time'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-1587111720363380132</id><published>2009-02-05T03:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T03:17:01.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Near 185lbs.</title><content type='html'>Several months ago I made it a goal to get in shape, and put on some weight. I was going to post a pic of me every week to see if there was some improvement. I haven't done that at all. So here's the latest pics. This first one is just of me standing and not flexing at all. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SYq7N9ZL4HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LWceDM5GTfY/s1600-h/158+no+flex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SYq7N9ZL4HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LWceDM5GTfY/s320/158+no+flex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299253760047702130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a ton of improvement, but there is some. I'm up to 158lbs, with 13% body fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple with me flexing. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SYq7qh4PIBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/R_80KGW708Q/s1600-h/158+flex+low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SYq7qh4PIBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/R_80KGW708Q/s320/158+flex+low.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299254250877952018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SYq7qgCD4eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-hzhfjQeUgU/s1600-h/158+flex+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SYq7qgCD4eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-hzhfjQeUgU/s320/158+flex+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299254250382287330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually really like the way that I look. I might not be anywhere near my goal of 185lbs and 10% body fat, but I feel really good. It's safe to say that this is the best shape I've ever been in. Let's hope this trend stays up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-1587111720363380132?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/1587111720363380132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=1587111720363380132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1587111720363380132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1587111720363380132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-near-185lbs.html' title='Not Near 185lbs.'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SYq7N9ZL4HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LWceDM5GTfY/s72-c/158+no+flex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-321596042237920065</id><published>2009-01-28T03:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:29:52.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ride Along</title><content type='html'>I went on a ride along with Drew the other night. It was pretty sweet. He's got the dodge charger as his squad car, and boy is it nice. Not only is it cool and fast, it's got some pretty sweet gadgets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night itself was pretty uneventful. Probably because of the crappy weather, but on the bright side there were to jet fighters parked at the provo airport that we got to go up and see. So it made up for not being able to catch any drunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SYAzczEbVLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sXz-DPRl2Go/s1600-h/plane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SYAzczEbVLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sXz-DPRl2Go/s320/plane2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296289731625833650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SYAzcYPU6OI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JJ7rUkPas2o/s1600-h/plane1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SYAzcYPU6OI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JJ7rUkPas2o/s320/plane1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296289724423792866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-321596042237920065?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/321596042237920065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=321596042237920065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/321596042237920065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/321596042237920065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/01/ride-along.html' title='A Ride Along'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SYAzczEbVLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sXz-DPRl2Go/s72-c/plane2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-1122834679943556613</id><published>2009-01-23T03:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T03:52:55.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Shavers</title><content type='html'>I got myself an electric shaver. For a couple of reasons. First and foremost is that I cut my face up something fierce with a straight blade. And second I really need to shave like every day, especially when in the academy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mixed feelings. On the one hand its easier and faster. And on the other it just doesn't get the job done as well. Maybe theres a trick to using it that I haven't figured out. I guess I can just use a blade for special occasions, but then what was the point of getting the shaver if I still need to have a blade around? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be a conspiracy to make us spend as much money as we can on as much stuff as we can. Capitalism at its finest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-1122834679943556613?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/1122834679943556613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=1122834679943556613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1122834679943556613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1122834679943556613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/01/electric-shavers.html' title='Electric Shavers'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3657282346751425546</id><published>2009-01-19T04:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T04:15:22.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tai Chi</title><content type='html'>I was told the other day by Alex that I need to get myself a hobby, seeing as how I have way to much free time on my hands. I started my search at Barnes and Noble, since they have books on practically everything you could imagine. One of the things that caught my eye was a book and dvd combo on tai chi. I bought it. I tried it. I think I just might love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an introduction to tai chi. And it goes over the stretching and warm up stuff to do and then gets into some of the moves. I'm not super coordinated or smooth and it gets a little tricky for me. But I think that once I get it all down, it'll be super relaxing and a lot of fun. I don't really know why tai chi, but I think it's gonna turn out to be a good pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got books on stretching, and body building. I figured those would come in handy to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3657282346751425546?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3657282346751425546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3657282346751425546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3657282346751425546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3657282346751425546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/01/tai-chi.html' title='Tai Chi'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-1138401762271619647</id><published>2009-01-15T04:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:12:14.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Lazy</title><content type='html'>I didn't do much of anything productive today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from work, ate breakfast, went to sleep, woke up, exercised, ate lunch, went to sleep, woke up, ate dinner, went back to sleep, woke up, showered, went to work. That was my day in a nut shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna get a date for this weekend, but alas I fell asleep. What ever will I do with myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-1138401762271619647?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/1138401762271619647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=1138401762271619647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1138401762271619647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1138401762271619647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-lazy.html' title='So Lazy'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-2449962886669517535</id><published>2009-01-13T08:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:03:27.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So It Is A New Year...</title><content type='html'>For starters I did finish the first block of the police academy. I got a 94% on the written and smoked the physical test. I'll be starting the second block March 4. WooHoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a few new year resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;     1. Bulk up to 180lbs. (Probably not going to happen, but I'd be ok with 170)&lt;br /&gt;     2. Graduate the Academy and get hired with a police department. (I'm trying to talk to two departments a week)&lt;br /&gt;     3. Be in a steady relationship. (with a girl, I have been on several dates so far, just with more then one girl)&lt;br /&gt;     4. Read my scriptures on a regular basis. (I've started with the old testament)&lt;br /&gt;     5. Be more cultured. (Like theater, museums, and symphonies)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-2449962886669517535?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/2449962886669517535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=2449962886669517535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2449962886669517535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2449962886669517535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-it-is-new-year.html' title='So It Is A New Year...'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-2957933725170698369</id><published>2008-11-03T02:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:07:00.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQ7LVeOgwvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yaqu63zBxM0/s1600-h/scary+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQ7LVeOgwvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yaqu63zBxM0/s320/scary+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264368584194310898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is a lot of fun. You get to dress up, eat tons of candy, and sometimes even make a fool of yourself and it's ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey's Family had a bit of a party over at their house, and that's where I spent the majority of my halloween. It was fun. Katie and Chris showed up, and we basically goofed the night away. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQ7Mc679weI/AAAAAAAAAII/01_Cjw47P5Q/s1600-h/Katie+mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQ7Mc679weI/AAAAAAAAAII/01_Cjw47P5Q/s320/Katie+mask.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264369811671859682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQ7McRhSMcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xc_HqvEoaQo/s1600-h/Chris+picking+nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQ7McRhSMcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xc_HqvEoaQo/s320/Chris+picking+nose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264369800554099138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQ7McQQM9_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jk41zqaUGpw/s1600-h/Sitting+on+couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQ7McQQM9_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jk41zqaUGpw/s320/Sitting+on+couch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264369800214018034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went our separate ways, and a little later Alex came over. I had previously challenged her for a rematch on Madden '08 (She had already beaten me). We played two games, and although they were close she ended up beating me yet again. She is just to good at some of these video games. Even with the loss, it was a good night hanging out with friends. What else is needed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-2957933725170698369?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/2957933725170698369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=2957933725170698369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2957933725170698369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2957933725170698369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQ7LVeOgwvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yaqu63zBxM0/s72-c/scary+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5596631709949530512</id><published>2008-10-30T02:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:52:04.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mile and a Half Run</title><content type='html'>Today for PT the Instructor decided to see where we were at compared to our first PT test. I had already passed everything except the mile and a half. When I ran it today, I shaved about 4 minutes off my time. I got it down to 13.04 minutes! I'm pretty happy with that. We do have another 3 weeks till the final testing, and if I can take a few more seconds off my time great, but I would also be just fine with keeping it at what I am. I was surprised when I finished at just how well I did. While I was running I though I was doing pretty poorly. I was out of breath and just whooped, but I guess pushing yourself really makes a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I haven't raced Alex in the mile yet. She was pretty quick to point out that I've now gotten it down to about where she was when we first ran. So it looks like it will be a pretty interesting race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5596631709949530512?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5596631709949530512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5596631709949530512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5596631709949530512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5596631709949530512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/mile-and-half-run.html' title='The Mile and a Half Run'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5956164187239601409</id><published>2008-10-29T02:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:02:43.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Down</title><content type='html'>Monday turned out to be a pretty stinking long day. Mostly because I didn't sleep from 4pm Sunday to just before midnight Monday. After work I met up with Alex to go for a run. We probably went about a mile along the Provo River Trail, but my leg was killing me so we took it pretty easy after that. Alex decided we needed some Eggo Waffles! My first thought was that I don't have and waffles. She quickly pointed out that she was suggesting we go to her apartment and eat ones that she had.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQglgCM1KiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ABc9iSNEhEQ/s1600-h/Eggo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQglgCM1KiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ABc9iSNEhEQ/s320/Eggo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262497396859152930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did. It was awesome. Mrs. Butter-worth joined us, so delicious. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQglra1eNlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UKt0BRYdASw/s1600-h/Mrs+butterworth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQglra1eNlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UKt0BRYdASw/s320/Mrs+butterworth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262497592450627154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When ever Mrs. Butter-worth comes up, I can't help but think of the time that Chris told me that when he was little he had tried talking to her, or something like that. It's funny none the less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQgl24ef9JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zkNfCzQhncw/s1600-h/Alex+at+breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQgl24ef9JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zkNfCzQhncw/s320/Alex+at+breakfast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262497789385897106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Normally Alex has to go through like 5 pics before she gets one that she says is acceptable to go on the blog, but I was able to sneak one in!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were eating, Alex was playing random songs off her computer and hit upon a song from Pocahontas. I mentioned that I had never seen that movie, and it was decided that we had to watch it. I went and borrowed it from Tara, and that's what Alex and I did. It's not all that bad of a movie, but it definitely is geared for young girls. (I would also like to point out that there isn't a single ugly indian in that entire movie, and they all are insanely ripped.) We didn't have to much more planned so we just watched Tin Man and wasted the rest of the day away. Until I had to go to school. I didn't get to much accomplished during that first part of the day, but it was still a pretty good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Academy, I took my first aid and cpr test. I aced it! I was thrilled, it now brings my average in the class up to like a 96%. Pretty stinking good. And just the cherry on top of an already good day. I wish every day was like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5956164187239601409?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5956164187239601409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5956164187239601409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5956164187239601409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5956164187239601409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day-down.html' title='Another Day Down'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SQglgCM1KiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ABc9iSNEhEQ/s72-c/Eggo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-6587441836546938039</id><published>2008-10-27T02:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T03:04:49.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People Shouldn't Be Cops</title><content type='html'>I suppose that's kind of a nice way to say that there are some cadets in my class that I hope I never have to work with or rely on. When it comes to police work, they are going to be worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class yesterday was just rough. We did eight hours of "conflict resolution." Not to long after we got back from lunch, we decided to spice things up by playing a game. There are three cadets in the class that have a knack for saying and asking the most retarded of things. We placed bets on who would by the end of class have the most tallies for the dumb things they said. And for an added measure we put everyone else in the class as a whole in another set. Each one of these three, far out shone the entire class. And I'm talking in a three hour span saying 15 more things then the class combined. They are either immensely stupid, or just don't think before they speak. I'm pretty sure they are stupid. My favorite outburst of stupidity was from this one gal. The instructor was talking about a domestic violence he had gone to, and was describing in some detail what happened, and when he got to a lull this gal blurted out did he go to jail? The instructor's jaw literally dropped and he stared at her for a good five seconds before he could say yeah we took him to jail. He couldn't believe she had even asked. Like the grisly scene he had just described would mean that the dude wouldn't be taken to jail. Stupid comments and questions come up all the time from these three people, and it's going to get to the point where the class is just going to get pissed at them and tell them to shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one person that gets on everyone's nerves. She is a person that everyone is pretty sure is going to fail, and hopes that she does, just so that they never have to work with her. She is already one of the three that puts stupid comments out there. But the thing that really pisses people off, is that she doesn't pull her weight or do what is required. Like we had to get uniforms for class and pt, and she didn't get them until like a week ago. And she still doesn't wear them everyday. Or when she does decide to show up for pt (which isn't that often), she'll leave in the middle of doing our exercises and take a 30 minute break. She is never on time for class, and never on time getting back to class when we have breaks. When we have tests she freaks out and lashes out at everyone else cause she doesn't feel prepared. For our defense tactics practical, she didn't know hardly anything. She didn't even know the basic holds. The night before she was freaking, and wanted everyone to focus on her and teach her how to do things. One kid got pissed and flat out told her that if she had showed up for class she would know how to do it like everyone else. Another kid got annoyed of her bugging him, and finally "showed" her the restraints. After that she decided that she needed to go home because her wrists and shoulders hurt. Suffice it to say she didn't and hasn't yet passed the defense tactics practical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity is one thing. But being stupid and lazy is one thing that an officer just can't be. Stupidity can be over come by hard work. Lazy is lazy, and I won't put up with it from my fellow cadets. I want them to succeed, but if they don't put the work in themselves, I don't feel bad what so ever in leaving them in their hole. Hopefully these few cadets will snap out of it, or do everyone a favor and drop out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-6587441836546938039?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/6587441836546938039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=6587441836546938039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6587441836546938039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6587441836546938039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-people-shouldnt-be-cops.html' title='Some People Shouldn&apos;t Be Cops'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-8628979990028474008</id><published>2008-10-23T02:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:38:35.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid and Over Protective</title><content type='html'>I think I may have said it earlier, but it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say that I'm a little paranoid and over protective. And that was before I started the Academy. Now having been in for almost two months and been instructed by veteran police officers, its safe to say that I'm straight up crazed when it comes to safety and security. They have stories that will make you never want to leave your house. Or let anyone in the house for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I go out now, (especially at night) I'm always looking around, trying to see into shadowed areas, and keeping my eye on everyone that I see. When I'm out with a female, I try and keep myself between her and everyone on the street. I also try to walk her to her door, or at least watch her get inside if walking to her door isn't possible. And I'm even more on my guard if that's possible. Sometimes I find I worry about them, like when they say they are walking home at night by themselves. HELLO! Red lights going off in my head. I worry about the creeps that live near them, I worry about them making sure their doors and windows are locked. It just seems like every conceivable thing that could happen, I worry about. I know they can take care of themselves, but again it's that over protective, paranoid side coming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think it's got both its ups and downs. On the up side, there needs to be that person that is always on the lookout for trouble. If your looking for it and preparing for it, you'll be ready if it does come up. Also I think that many people in the "Happy Valley" area get complacent and don't worry as much as they should about security. On the down side, I'm freaking crazed. I automatically think these strangers are up to no good, and I may be a burden to those around me. I know my roommates sometimes get annoyed that I dead bolt the door, even when I'm sitting in the living room. (I dead bolt the door the second I walk in the apartment, no matter what I end up doing after I get in) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does make me feel good that I'm doing all that I can to keep them safe. I would be extremely upset if they got hurt or into trouble because I wasn't on the ball. That seems like a pretty good quality for a police officer to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-8628979990028474008?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/8628979990028474008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=8628979990028474008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8628979990028474008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8628979990028474008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/paranoid-and-over-protective.html' title='Paranoid and Over Protective'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4420794772517508402</id><published>2008-10-22T01:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:09:44.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insurance Is A Scam!</title><content type='html'>I have to re-register my car this month. Unfortunately to pass my safety and emissions I have to replace my windshield because there's a huge crack across it. I go over to Techna Glass and want to do it through my insurance, since I have full coverage. I'm in there getting things set up and we get a hold of the insurance company and go through all the steps. When wouldn't you know it since I have a $500 deductible, and haven't paid anything, and the new windshield costs only like $300, they aren't going to pay it. Talk about pissing me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what they are saying is that even though I haven't ever had a claim, and have full coverage, they're going to keep all the money I've already paid, but not pay for this. Doesn't that sound like a scam to anyone else? Why am I paying all this money for years, without ever taking anything back, if when I need it, they won't do anything for me? I have to have my windshield replaced because I have to re-register my car. I don't have $300, I wanted to for once use the insurance that I'm paying for. But no, that's just not going to happen. All the insurance company is good for is taking my money. They should be drawn and quartered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea what I'm going to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4420794772517508402?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4420794772517508402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4420794772517508402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4420794772517508402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4420794772517508402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/insurance-is-scam.html' title='Insurance Is A Scam!'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-1265880970655487550</id><published>2008-10-20T02:13:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:58:36.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures In Park City!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxHjTj_Y6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vtNlaQuE8Cw/s1600-h/all+at+park+city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxHjTj_Y6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vtNlaQuE8Cw/s400/all+at+park+city.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259157136734118818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie, Aubrey, Chris, Brady, and I stayed in Park City on Saturday. Katie's parents have a time share up there, and they were nice enough to let us use it to celebrate Katie's birthday. It was a pretty fun adventure.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxHYynj3eI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HBVioBZM0Q0/s1600-h/katie+b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxHYynj3eI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HBVioBZM0Q0/s320/katie+b-day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259156956092030434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubs, Chris, Brady, and I drove up around 2. It was a pretty good drive, we did have to stop at the store in Heber to get some chicken. We were pretty white trash, just standing in the parking lot, eating chicken and potato wedges. But who cares, not like we needed to impress anyone. And we did get lost like twice. Luckily with the four of us in the car it didn't take to long to right ourselves and get to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGyEXpBqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZspbFngj_5I/s1600-h/aubs+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGyEXpBqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZspbFngj_5I/s200/aubs+car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259156290842199714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGypyb8gI/AAAAAAAAAG4/293Sfx1w6lw/s1600-h/Brady+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGypyb8gI/AAAAAAAAAG4/293Sfx1w6lw/s200/Brady+car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259156300886700546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGy--OPbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oX8E4D2Ci-o/s1600-h/chris+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGy--OPbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oX8E4D2Ci-o/s200/chris+car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259156306573278642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel was pretty stinking amazing. It had three rooms; a main room with a kitchen, fireplace, t.v., table, and couches. A master bedroom with a t.v., a whirlpool bath, and the master bathroom. Then a second bedroom, with basically the same thing as the master, but instead of the bath, there was a little counter and table setup. It was just a way nice place.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGgqoj_DI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Eu0-KdPcePk/s1600-h/hotel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGgqoj_DI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Eu0-KdPcePk/s200/hotel1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259155991876074546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGhIiLWYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4zbCM1KCUXQ/s1600-h/hotel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGhIiLWYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4zbCM1KCUXQ/s200/hotel+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259155999902357890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGhYBJAeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ItPKXfei_Qs/s1600-h/hotel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGhYBJAeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ItPKXfei_Qs/s200/hotel3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259156004058759650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGhymv9oI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uKVy68TvOIU/s1600-h/hotel4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGhymv9oI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uKVy68TvOIU/s200/hotel4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259156011195823746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plopped our stuff down and decided to hit the town. And it was a perfect day to do it. High sixties, and mostly sunny. Just a wonderful fall day.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGB6UuJOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SELdCJ3B0C0/s1600-h/park+city+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxGB6UuJOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SELdCJ3B0C0/s200/park+city+view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259155463511876834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Park City is pretty well kept. Nice little park type places to sit, and look at the art they have up.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxForESM5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xQqEL85u3l4/s1600-h/bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxForESM5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xQqEL85u3l4/s200/bench.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259155029919675282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxForMPw8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ern6aoCFuL0/s1600-h/chris+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxForMPw8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ern6aoCFuL0/s200/chris+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259155029953070018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxFovOIJJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ETM1pML6ndo/s1600-h/indian+fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxFovOIJJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ETM1pML6ndo/s200/indian+fight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259155031034700946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And lots of expensive shops to go in, if you had the money of course. But we eventually made our way back to the hotel, and on the way found that they conveniently made these nice little fire pits every block or so.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxFVXwzDmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-kuZ9XFha-I/s1600-h/Aubs,+brady,+katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxFVXwzDmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-kuZ9XFha-I/s320/Aubs,+brady,+katie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259154698320154210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxEeUnAMVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AoSu1_nM2d0/s1600-h/firepit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxEeUnAMVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AoSu1_nM2d0/s320/firepit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259153752580960594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxEe6NQRHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Yb6Q6M9CLiM/s1600-h/Park+City+Fire+Pit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxEe6NQRHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Yb6Q6M9CLiM/s320/Park+City+Fire+Pit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259153762673509490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was nice just to stand there and get warm and talk to the few people that were out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to go swimming. For some reason, when Chris and I are together we just make fools of ourselves.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxD7rsYl4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Gx4ilH3bPVQ/s1600-h/chris+sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxD7rsYl4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Gx4ilH3bPVQ/s320/chris+sad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259153157482125186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxEGCsMSjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/noteB5xue4Y/s1600-h/chris+elevator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxEGCsMSjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/noteB5xue4Y/s320/chris+elevator.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259153335454026290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just part of our nature I guess. I'm not a huge fan of swimming, so after a while Aubs and I went in, and left the three of them there to frolic in the water.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxDuSMjcLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0izkUGTyUSM/s1600-h/swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxDuSMjcLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0izkUGTyUSM/s320/swimming.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259152927299432626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For most of the rest of the night we just goofed off, played games, and watched movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxDiA7I_6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mw8PmDH-hSM/s1600-h/bathtub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxDiA7I_6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mw8PmDH-hSM/s320/bathtub.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259152716504563618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10 the next morning it was time for us to go. It was a ton of fun, but I was super tired and ready to crawl into my own bed. I would totally do it again, if I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxDVZ6EG2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/10O_YdHVMmU/s1600-h/chris+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxDVZ6EG2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/10O_YdHVMmU/s320/chris+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259152499872635746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-1265880970655487550?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/1265880970655487550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=1265880970655487550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1265880970655487550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/1265880970655487550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/adventures-in-park-city.html' title='Adventures In Park City!'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPxHjTj_Y6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vtNlaQuE8Cw/s72-c/all+at+park+city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5839174760863466227</id><published>2008-10-16T02:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T03:07:05.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing And Hilarious Moments In Life</title><content type='html'>It seems that at least at one point or another in a person's life they will have an extremely embarrassing yet ultimately hilarious event take place. Some people have more then others. In my opinion, I think I have more then my fair share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I was thinking this, but I was laying in bed one night and I remembered the time I had a tick in my belly button... As a family we were going somewhere, (I think it was the Kipputs house) and I was scratching my stomach. Something just felt odd. I lifted up my shirt, and looked. To my surprise there was a little black thing in my belly button. I may have mentioned it, (it's possible I freaked, I don't really remember if I did) and sure enough on closer inspection by those in the van it was a tick! When we got to where ever it was we were going they got tweezers and a match, and burned/pulled that sucker out. I think the consensus was that when we went to Grandma's house the week before I must have picked it up, and it had been there all along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to even say about it now. It's just one of those things, that's like what the crap! HAHAHA! The really sad thing about it is there are just so many more stories (some probably worse then this), that we could bring up. And I'm sure there will be more as life goes on. I just have to get through it to be able to laugh at it later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly different track, I got a call from Drew the other day. I was on my way to the academy and he asked me about getting my nipple bit off at grandma's house. Now I don't remember anything about that, and I don't believe I was involved. I would however like to know the rest of that story. Cause I am sure that is one for the records.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5839174760863466227?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5839174760863466227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5839174760863466227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5839174760863466227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5839174760863466227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/embarrassing-and-hilarious-moments-in.html' title='Embarrassing And Hilarious Moments In Life'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-2510707553977710296</id><published>2008-10-15T01:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:43:32.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago while in Vegas my car got broken into. They tried stealing the radio but couldn't get it out. They did however jack the thing up pretty bad. That same radio finally died a while back and I just took it out. All of this makes it so that I've got no music in my car. I don't care all that much about it, but some people I know do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just today I got Alex to make me a play list, and we put it on my phone. The reason for it being on my phone is that, my phone can be used as a playing device, and the speakers are good enough that you can clearly hear the song. It's actually pretty amazing. Who would have thought that a phone good be used like an ipod, that could be used as a portable stereo? Technology has come so far! And now at least there will be music in my car for all to hear, not just me. All thanks to Alex and her mad computing skills. Oh and I can't forget Robert, her computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPWe_HWlBdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/t0eQnQT5tSA/s1600-h/Alexs+computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPWe_HWlBdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/t0eQnQT5tSA/s320/Alexs+computer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257282947167618514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-2510707553977710296?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/2510707553977710296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=2510707553977710296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2510707553977710296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2510707553977710296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPWe_HWlBdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/t0eQnQT5tSA/s72-c/Alexs+computer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-6579886217576678626</id><published>2008-10-13T02:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T03:15:46.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner, Apple Beer, Rock Band, and An Awesome Movie!</title><content type='html'>Earlier in the evening on Saturday, I had a dinner engagement with my former roommate Chris Wilson and his wife Jen. It was pretty informal, just kind of a random thing we bumped into each other in the parking lot and realized that we lived in the same complex. So he invited me over for dinner. It was delicious, Jen is a fantastic cook. They said I didn't need to bring anything but I thought it would be nice, and that I really should. I wanted to bring over some apple cider. I almost got up the stairs from my apartment with the gallon of cider in my hand, when I tripped. The container goes flying out of my hand, and busts all over the stairs! I was ticked, only I could be that clumsy. I only had to get the thing like 200ft and I'd be good, but it just wasn't going to happen for me. I was able to save some of it, but it left a gigantic mess on the stairs and the front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPMRKbqXo2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/85MHJbQO0vw/s1600-h/ab-bottlelg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPMRKbqXo2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/85MHJbQO0vw/s320/ab-bottlelg.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256564060993332066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Late Saturday night (not really it just seemed late, because it was dark and way to freaking cold out) I met up with Alex and we went on a little adventure. We needed Apple Beer. It didn't take to long to find, just two gas stations, and the creamery to get it, but get it we did. Unfortunately it wasn't already cooled, so we couldn't drink it right away. While it was cooling we played Rock Band! It is a pretty awesome game. The idea is you assemble a band, (singer, guitar, bass, and drums) and you "play" songs. It's a ton of fun, and I highly recommend it. The drums are kinda hard to get used to, but the other instruments are pretty easy to get the hang of, and you can play with up to 4 other people which makes it even more fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPMOgCMbcrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xCDBcayPNGQ/s1600-h/Alex+rocking+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPMOgCMbcrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xCDBcayPNGQ/s320/Alex+rocking+out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256561133579104946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We played for awhile, had a few apple beers, then eventually got pooped out, and decided to go to my apartment to watch a movie. Our choice was the newer Superman. I really like that movie, and hope that they make another in the same fashion. I don't know specifically what it is I like about the movie I just do. It's just one of those movies that sticks with me. But by the time the movie was over, it really was late, and so we braved the cold and I took her home. The end of a very nice night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-6579886217576678626?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/6579886217576678626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=6579886217576678626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6579886217576678626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6579886217576678626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner-apple-beer-rock-band-and-awesome.html' title='Dinner, Apple Beer, Rock Band, and An Awesome Movie!'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPMRKbqXo2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/85MHJbQO0vw/s72-c/ab-bottlelg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3638537066074836949</id><published>2008-10-13T02:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:55:30.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Test Down</title><content type='html'>I took my Defense Tactics Practical on Saturday. I passed. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be, and I was probably way more nervous then I really ought to have been. But I did my best and passes and that's all that counts. There was one point early on in the test where Instructor King told me to do an arrest procedure, and I did the wrong thing, and was about half way through it, when I realized I was doing the wrong one, and felt like a complete idiot. But he just said to fix it and it wasn't to big of a deal. It reminded me of when I went to take my driving test, and the Instructor told me to turn right and I turned left! I just felt stupid. HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3638537066074836949?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3638537066074836949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3638537066074836949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3638537066074836949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3638537066074836949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-test-down.html' title='One More Test Down'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3779365651207506500</id><published>2008-10-13T02:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:50:21.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Piss!?! I Lost Weight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPMKE1Fg3WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BArSq63q_kQ/s1600-h/152lbs+101208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPMKE1Fg3WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BArSq63q_kQ/s320/152lbs+101208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256556268157459810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently since the last time I weighted myself, I've dropped a few pounds. That is not what I wanted. I want to put weight on not, take it off. Suffice it to say it was a little distressing. But as Alex pointed out to me, I was bound to lose some weight just because of all the running I'm doing. Oh well, I'll have to work extra hard to put some of that weight back on. (I'm down to 152lbs.) Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side I did just buy myself a sweet scale. It not only keeps track of my weight progression, but it also measures body fat. (I'm at like 12.5% body fat) It's pretty cool and has a digital display and everything. Which just gives me one more way to keep track of how I'm doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPMLbsm6baI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/goDeXqD6M1w/s1600-h/1012081358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPMLbsm6baI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/goDeXqD6M1w/s320/1012081358.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256557760530247074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3779365651207506500?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3779365651207506500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3779365651207506500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3779365651207506500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3779365651207506500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-piss-i-lost-weight.html' title='What the Piss!?! I Lost Weight!'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SPMKE1Fg3WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BArSq63q_kQ/s72-c/152lbs+101208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-6583254105920964696</id><published>2008-10-08T03:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:18:29.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>Everything is a competition. Specifically Alex is really pushing me to exercise and workout. Our first competition is to see who gets a better mile time. As I mentioned in an earlier post, she's got a good minute ahead of me. I'm pretty confident that I have a more strenuous routine then her (mostly due to the academy), and I know I can cut my time by quite a bit. The question is how much will she be able to cut? I believe we'll be re-timing in a month to see how it's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest competition that's brewing is who can tone up the most. Now not everything has been set out yet, but the general idea is that we get this workout routine, P90X and go through it. It's an intense 90 day workout, that's supposed to bring insane results. Everyone swears by it (including Alex). So when we start, we're going to take a bunch of measurements, and then at the end of the 90 days, see who improves the most. Neither of us have started it yet, and I at least won't be able to start until December, but it's just one more thing that's been cooked up for us to compete against each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing to be so competitive, but it certainly makes things more interesting. And makes me want to work just that little bit harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-6583254105920964696?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/6583254105920964696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=6583254105920964696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6583254105920964696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6583254105920964696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3770111101824156518</id><published>2008-10-08T02:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:02:57.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Test Scores</title><content type='html'>So we took another law test in the Academy on Monday. I scored a 93% bringing my average in the class to 95%. I'm very happy with the results. Plus Captain DeMille was saying that the tests only get easier. For now I only have to worry about the Defense Tactics practical on Saturday. I'm pretty sure I can do it, but I just worry about everything. Hopefully I don't get to worried and blow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3770111101824156518?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3770111101824156518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3770111101824156518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3770111101824156518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3770111101824156518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/awesome-test-scores.html' title='Awesome Test Scores'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-8287525916042332650</id><published>2008-10-06T01:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:31:14.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long, Yet Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been pretty tiring. I had PT everyday this week, which was just plain rough. And so Saturday I had the Academy stuff from 8am till noon. It seemed like the Instructor just wanted to make us ache. Then I meet up with Alex at the BYU Indoor track, and take another light jog around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOm72Rzeu-I/AAAAAAAAADw/auWY1FBFNyI/s1600-h/Byu+indoor+track.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOm72Rzeu-I/AAAAAAAAADw/auWY1FBFNyI/s320/Byu+indoor+track.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253936981471050722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already tired from my earlier exercises, and I was starving. But it was a good run. Then we went and got a bite to eat at Panda Express, and came back to my place, where we were reminded that conference would be on in like half an hour. We ended up going to Alex's apartment to watch that second session. It was pretty good, and I amazingly was able to stay awake through it all. Alex wasn't so lucky... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOm8o0Fj9yI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DhYUEDFuMzA/s1600-h/Alex+asleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOm8o0Fj9yI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DhYUEDFuMzA/s320/Alex+asleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253937849667155746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has to go to work soon after, and I thought about going and taking a nap ( I ended up playing video games). I got a call later that night from Aubrey and Katie, saying they wanted to do something. We met up at Aubrey's apartment and watched Baby Mama. That movie had some funny parts, but i can't say it'll be high up there on my favorites list. Probably won't even make it to the favorites list. After the movie I decided it was time to go back home, but was side tracked by Alex because she was "hunting" for something sugary, and it just so happened that I had a dozen krispy kreme doughnuts sitting in my fridge. I took some over to her. While I was sitting on her couch, I looked over to her table, and saw a bottle of lotion. I picked it up and read it, and interestingly enough it said it would instantly make skin silky smooth. I tried it... it kinda does, and it has a pretty good smell too. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOm-GuDTnUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/176alg5pyNw/s1600-h/lotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOm-GuDTnUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/176alg5pyNw/s320/lotion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253939462954786114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later, I decided it was really time to go home and go to sleep. So I did. The downer was that it was raining cats and dogs, I got drenched. But you can't win them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-8287525916042332650?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/8287525916042332650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=8287525916042332650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8287525916042332650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8287525916042332650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-yet-fun-weekend.html' title='A Long, Yet Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOm72Rzeu-I/AAAAAAAAADw/auWY1FBFNyI/s72-c/Byu+indoor+track.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3220080996310874455</id><published>2008-10-06T01:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:14:23.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a change?</title><content type='html'>So I didn't weigh myself this week. Mostly because I was just busy and didn't get around to it. But I did take a new picture, I don't think there's any visible change. Like everything good, it takes time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOm6kYt3XMI/AAAAAAAAADo/WDHyxRvCOAA/s1600-h/155lbs+100508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOm6kYt3XMI/AAAAAAAAADo/WDHyxRvCOAA/s320/155lbs+100508.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253935574577274050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3220080996310874455?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3220080996310874455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3220080996310874455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3220080996310874455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3220080996310874455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-there-change.html' title='Is there a change?'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOm6kYt3XMI/AAAAAAAAADo/WDHyxRvCOAA/s72-c/155lbs+100508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-3046351519798178235</id><published>2008-10-03T02:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T02:40:34.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mile Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOXaPXZTFCI/AAAAAAAAADg/PG55vuGKfjs/s1600-h/Byu+track.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOXaPXZTFCI/AAAAAAAAADg/PG55vuGKfjs/s320/Byu+track.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252844497910567970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went running this morning with Alex at the BYU outdoor track, just to see what our mile times were. I ran it in 9 minutes 28 seconds. Not bad, and if I can keep that up for a mile and a half I'll have the academy pt in the bag. Alex however ran it in 8 minutes 15 seconds and put me to shame. I can only hope that by the time the academy is over my time will be far better. I don't know if I could handle being ridiculed by her for to long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOXaDxKQS1I/AAAAAAAAADY/GYHHhc8gdzQ/s1600-h/Alex+at+track.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOXaDxKQS1I/AAAAAAAAADY/GYHHhc8gdzQ/s320/Alex+at+track.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252844298668362578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-3046351519798178235?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/3046351519798178235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=3046351519798178235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3046351519798178235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/3046351519798178235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/mile-run.html' title='The Mile Run'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOXaPXZTFCI/AAAAAAAAADg/PG55vuGKfjs/s72-c/Byu+track.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5404260486386723955</id><published>2008-10-01T02:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:30:04.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch at Fuddruckers</title><content type='html'>Alex and I went to Fuddruckers for lunch today. They make a pretty tasty burger. And the atmosphere is pretty good, but a little over powering. There's just to much stuff in the place. Makes it so that you can't really just look at one thing, your eyes just stray from one picture or object to the next. But it's better then some places that I've been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex didn't think it to funny that I was taking pictures right after she ate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOM0TF4fHUI/AAAAAAAAADA/Msw4ecSvp8U/s1600-h/Alex+at+Fud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOM0TF4fHUI/AAAAAAAAADA/Msw4ecSvp8U/s320/Alex+at+Fud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252099093045386562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say she put me to shame, she was able to finish her entire burger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOM0lcF11rI/AAAAAAAAADI/giKcOJr4oGg/s1600-h/Alex+plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOM0lcF11rI/AAAAAAAAADI/giKcOJr4oGg/s320/Alex+plate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252099408244627122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to finish most of mine. There was only a little bit left on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOM04X2IieI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1QdzTxbTxpY/s1600-h/My+plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOM04X2IieI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1QdzTxbTxpY/s320/My+plate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252099733522516450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5404260486386723955?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5404260486386723955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5404260486386723955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5404260486386723955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5404260486386723955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/lunch-at-fuddruckers.html' title='Lunch at Fuddruckers'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOM0TF4fHUI/AAAAAAAAADA/Msw4ecSvp8U/s72-c/Alex+at+Fud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-5407791374671617714</id><published>2008-10-01T01:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:21:58.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Home Cooked Meal</title><content type='html'>So just yesterday Mom made a delicious meal over at John and Tara's. I got stuffed and so did Aubrey and Chris. I do so miss getting those meals. Chris got a little scare put into him by Drew. Chris had an unpaid ticket, and got a warrant put on him. Which Drew was more then happy to try and resolve, if you know what I mean. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOMvE5yAatI/AAAAAAAAACw/YyycPZ5V0Ns/s1600-h/Aubs+and+Chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252093351720676050 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOMvE5yAatI/AAAAAAAAACw/YyycPZ5V0Ns/s320/Aubs+and+Chris.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lilly seemed to just not be able to smile when there was a camera in her face. &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOMx0M1E3RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zgntA4WJLkQ/s1600-h/Lilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252096363310931218 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOMx0M1E3RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zgntA4WJLkQ/s320/Lilly.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to teach Emma a new phrase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3386bac5b15c1266" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3386bac5b15c1266%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331294316%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34C91B7200C6376BCB77EB9FE140024E7E3B388B.5FA83170FC9D4C96E19F2154321239A48B0B98F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3386bac5b15c1266%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjKANvmnLm7MSCOQ2UkRoCbgK0Sg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3386bac5b15c1266%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331294316%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34C91B7200C6376BCB77EB9FE140024E7E3B388B.5FA83170FC9D4C96E19F2154321239A48B0B98F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3386bac5b15c1266%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjKANvmnLm7MSCOQ2UkRoCbgK0Sg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-5407791374671617714?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3386bac5b15c1266&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/5407791374671617714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=5407791374671617714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5407791374671617714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/5407791374671617714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-home-cooked-meal.html' title='A Good Home Cooked Meal'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOMvE5yAatI/AAAAAAAAACw/YyycPZ5V0Ns/s72-c/Aubs+and+Chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-9180711712342107433</id><published>2008-09-29T02:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:06:09.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting and Fun Saturday...Except for the Damn Thieves</title><content type='html'>Besides the eight hours I spent in law class, I had a super fun Saturday. Aubrey wanted to get a group together to go out and have fun. She came over to my apartment and we tried to marshal the troops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOCXMzB6NqI/AAAAAAAAACY/PSK-KUSHZMg/s1600-h/Aubs+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOCXMzB6NqI/AAAAAAAAACY/PSK-KUSHZMg/s320/Aubs+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251363411626440354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually Katie came over and the three of us were going to wait for Chris, but we were starving so we went to TGI Fridays without him. It was delicious. Afterwards we headed to the theaters, but the only movie that we could watch was sold out. Katie had to leave to go attend to her little sis. So Aubrey and I went back to my house. Where Chris eventually came, and he wanted to eat and show off the new satellite radio he got in his car. We ended up going back to TGI Fridays, so Chris could eat and we got some dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOCYKN_VrbI/AAAAAAAAACg/jkrnRRkn2hk/s1600-h/In+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOCYKN_VrbI/AAAAAAAAACg/jkrnRRkn2hk/s320/In+Car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251364466835434930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Aubrey had to leave, and I got a call from Alex, saying she was ready to go do something. So Chris and I went and picked up Alex, and headed to the Nickelcade where we met up with Chris' roommate Brady. The arcade was a lot of fun, but Alex "lost" her phone somewhere along the way. We back tracked our steps, and the only thing we could find was a group of hispanics. The owner was super nice, and let us look around after the place closed and even turned off all the machines so we could try and hear it... to no avail. (I've been calling her phone off and on since then, and I'm pretty sure somebody has it because the number of rings to get to the voice mail isn't always the same.) It pisses me off that people can be so inconsiderate, and just take things that aren't theirs. Yeah, it probably dropped out of her pocket, but the decent thing to do would be to turn it in. Not take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we left a little disheartened and went back to my place and watched Meet the Parents. It was a good night but that one part about the phone really ticked me off. Oh well, I hope Alex doesn't hold it against me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOCaSA4qOwI/AAAAAAAAACo/a9pZ7H5gEoQ/s1600-h/Alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOCaSA4qOwI/AAAAAAAAACo/a9pZ7H5gEoQ/s320/Alex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251366799779969794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-9180711712342107433?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/9180711712342107433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=9180711712342107433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/9180711712342107433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/9180711712342107433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/09/interesting-and-fun-saturdayexcept-for.html' title='An Interesting and Fun Saturday...Except for the Damn Thieves'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOCXMzB6NqI/AAAAAAAAACY/PSK-KUSHZMg/s72-c/Aubs+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-8567840489586630686</id><published>2008-09-29T02:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T02:47:35.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Trying to Gain Weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOCVx9miw0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7uaJpheWgBc/s1600-h/153lbs+92608+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOCVx9miw0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7uaJpheWgBc/s320/153lbs+92608+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251361851096351554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in all actuality, my weight is about 155 lbs. I would like to put on another 20lbs. To do this I'll be working out (mostly with Drew), eating right, and drinking plenty of protein shakes. I hope to gain this weight by the end of the academy, so in like 10 months. That's really not to bad, just 2lbs a month. I'll be sure to keep you up dated on the progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture taken, September 26th. I'm going to try and take one every week. It should be interesting to see if there's any major change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-8567840489586630686?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/8567840489586630686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=8567840489586630686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8567840489586630686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8567840489586630686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-trying-to-gain-weight.html' title='I&apos;m Trying to Gain Weight'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SOCVx9miw0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7uaJpheWgBc/s72-c/153lbs+92608+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4004964526913223401</id><published>2008-09-26T02:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:52:53.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are There To Many Laws, or To Many Stupid People?</title><content type='html'>So the Academy is still going really well. I had my first test just last week. I got a 96% on it. I'm learning a lot, mostly about the law. It turns out that I will never be able to learn all the law has to offer. Mostly because there are like 400 changes made to the law every year. When I first heard this I thought that was just plain crazy, but after learning more about how our system of government is set up it kinda makes sense. Apparently anything is only a crime if it's written down as law. Which means that for every horrible thing that is in the law, somebody had to do it, and get away with it before it became a law. That actually pissed me off to think that a criminal could get away with a heinous act just because it wasn't written as a crime. I just hope that the law can keep up with technology, so that the next wave of crazies don't get away with to much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of things that piss me off... I found out today that my roommate didn't pay his share of the electric bill, again! Not only was he reminded to get it done several times, the bill was on the fridge in plain sight the entire month, and he still didn't take care of it. What's even more infuriating then that is the fact that at the beginning of the month he was complaining he didn't have the money for the $16 bill, but he some how comes up with the money to buy a $100 air compressor. What the crap? I couldn't even talk to him about it today. If I had tried, I know I would have blown my top. There just isn't any excuse for that kind of irresponsibility. I mean I don't really care what someone does with their money, just so long as they take care of the things that will adversely effect me first. Not go spend it on some frivolous thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4004964526913223401?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4004964526913223401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4004964526913223401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4004964526913223401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4004964526913223401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-there-to-many-laws-or-to-many.html' title='Are There To Many Laws, or To Many Stupid People?'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-8636648259015366412</id><published>2008-09-11T03:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:49:11.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl? Go On...</title><content type='html'>So I've gone on a couple of dates with this girl Alex (Alexandra). Things have been going really well. She's smart, and funny, and down to earth. I believe she's an Accounting major at BYU, although she's not set on that yet. She's kind of a tomboy, but she does know how to be a lady. She also knows how to take as well as dish out the jokes. It seems we have a good time together, and like doing a lot of the same things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a date to Los Hermanos, and then to Comedy Sports, which was a ton of fun. And we hang out a bit, and make each other laugh. On Saturday, we're going to hike the Y and have a picnic. I expect it to be just as fun as everything else we've done. Just so long as it doesn't end up raining. I kinda like her, and I think I may just have to pursue this relationship a little farther.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-8636648259015366412?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/8636648259015366412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=8636648259015366412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8636648259015366412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/8636648259015366412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl-go-on.html' title='A Girl? Go On...'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4760990964238242667</id><published>2008-09-11T03:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:25:40.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Academy Update</title><content type='html'>I have come upon a slight snag in my plans, but luckily it's not my fault. It's UVU's fault, because they're retarded. I found out that I couldn't pay the tuition for the academy because I'm apparently not a student at UVU. Which doesn't make sense because I have a Student I.D. number. And I was pretty sure that they only gave those out to students of the school. Luckily my instructor understands that it's not my fault and said that they would get things cleared up as soon as possible, and that I need to be coming to class, since it's not my fault and I've done everything that I was supposed to do. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side of things, I have started classes and they are going really well. Today I had my first physical training assessment. I was very pleased with how it went. I did have a cold, and was pretty tired, but here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vertical Jump: 22 &amp; 1/2 inches, requirement - 17 % 1/2 inches. Funny thing about this is that I was a jumper in high school, and wasn't to worried. But they tell you this special way of jumping that they want you to do. And I just kinda walked over to it and jumped, and got 18.5 inches. I started to walk a way but the instructor was like Good job, now come back here and do it the right way. I did and got the better height. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push ups: 25, requirement 20. They're military style press, and the hard part is you can't stop at all, or readjust, to do so means you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit ups: 32 in a minute, requirement 25, or 28 in a minute I can't remember. I would have gotten a lot higher, but several didn't count. They require that your hands be covering your ears, unfortunately my hands are freaking huge and they covered my ears, while also being interlocked behind my head. That was apparently unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;300 meter sprint: 51.5 seconds, requirement 64 seconds. That felt good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 mile run: 17 minutes, requirement 15 minutes. Yeah I didn't pass that one, but it was immediately after the 300 meter sprint, and I have a cold. But I'm not worried, I have 9 months to shave 2 minutes off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a pretty good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4760990964238242667?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4760990964238242667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4760990964238242667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4760990964238242667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4760990964238242667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-academt-update.html' title='Another Academy Update'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-4702097529464103146</id><published>2008-09-01T04:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T04:54:42.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night On the Town</title><content type='html'>I got a call from a friend from work asking if he could work my Saturday afternoon shift (he needed the extra hours). I quickly agreed. And I just as quickly tried to set something up so that I could take full advantage of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hold of my friend Aubrey, and we had a night out on the town with a couple other friends. We first went to pick up Tim, and then went to a birthday party for one of the guys at work. We didn't stay to long because we didn't know anybody. We then decided to get a hold of our friend Alex (Alexandra is her full name, so you don't think that it was just a bunch of guys and Aubrey), and one of Tim's friends, Aaron. On our way to get them we noticed that Provo was having some sort of Hispanic Festival on center street. After we picked everyone up we went down to this. It turned out to be more of a flea market then any real festival. But I did get a blue light saber, and Aubrey had fun with it. Especially the part where she attacks Alex. (Not really, but we all know she wanted to hit somebody)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SLvIfXkMDwI/AAAAAAAAACI/SBtpkIJAniE/s1600-h/Aubs+attacking+alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SLvIfXkMDwI/AAAAAAAAACI/SBtpkIJAniE/s320/Aubs+attacking+alex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241003032603004674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was close to time for me to head out and go to work the grave, but we had one more stop in store. Spoon Me! It's a frozen yogurt shop, and it's actually really good. They have some odd types of frozen yogurt, but they have very fresh fruit, so it evens out. It seems to be a pretty "hot spot" because every time I go there the place always has a fair number of people. Then I had to call it a night, I had to be off to work. But it was all around a really fun night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-4702097529464103146?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/4702097529464103146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=4702097529464103146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4702097529464103146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/4702097529464103146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-on-town.html' title='A Night On the Town'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SLvIfXkMDwI/AAAAAAAAACI/SBtpkIJAniE/s72-c/Aubs+attacking+alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-2840487900977173186</id><published>2008-09-01T04:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T04:39:03.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SLvGOeoa8-I/AAAAAAAAACA/zwKGkn04yns/s1600-h/Police+academy+uniform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SLvGOeoa8-I/AAAAAAAAACA/zwKGkn04yns/s320/Police+academy+uniform.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241000543418774498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a spot in the fall 2008 Police Academy at UVU. I turned everything in, I talked with Capt. DeMille, and I got my uniform. I start September 9. Its gonna be awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-2840487900977173186?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/2840487900977173186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=2840487900977173186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2840487900977173186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/2840487900977173186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-in.html' title='I&apos;m In!'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SLvGOeoa8-I/AAAAAAAAACA/zwKGkn04yns/s72-c/Police+academy+uniform.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099107.post-6060454923199883265</id><published>2008-08-24T01:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:57:18.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Academy Update</title><content type='html'>So I have almost all the paper work done. I have an appointment tomorrow to get the medical release signed, and then I have to get my driving record monday morning. Then I can go see Capt. DeMille at UVU at 12:30 monday, hand all the papers in and get a spot. Hooray!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25099107-6060454923199883265?l=little-bro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/feeds/6060454923199883265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25099107&amp;postID=6060454923199883265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6060454923199883265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25099107/posts/default/6060454923199883265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bro.blogspot.com/2008/08/academy-update.html' title='Academy Update'/><author><name>Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312830131435972231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnY0deJqCiQ/SgfZ3vj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B6FO3dIq4PU/S220/Tommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
