<?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-15634157</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:15:50.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Confessions of the Youngest Son</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just for me to be able to get things out in the open about anything.  Something that I have had a lot of trouble with in the past and still do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-9046221375450046594</id><published>2011-10-16T12:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:58:40.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie...</title><summary type='text'>I got a uke leash yesterday. I can't say enough good things about it! I highly recommend it to any uke players out there. Uke Leash

That is all for now...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/9046221375450046594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=9046221375450046594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/9046221375450046594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/9046221375450046594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2011/10/quickie.html' title='A quickie...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-4511918274476018630</id><published>2011-09-24T05:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T05:25:12.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Paradise...</title><summary type='text'>Here is what it is like living on the big island of Hawaii. 

Very few neighborhoods have home mail delivery.  If you want to get mail delivered close to your house, you have to apply for a box.  People have been known to be on a waiting list for years.  Otherwise, you have to apply for a box at the post office.  This can take up to a year.  The post office closes at 4 p.m., so if you have  a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/4511918274476018630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=4511918274476018630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/4511918274476018630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/4511918274476018630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-in-paradise.html' title='Life in Paradise...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-8353440344202185421</id><published>2011-09-24T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T05:23:24.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great idea...</title><summary type='text'>I came up with the coolest idea for a tattoo yet (subject to debate, I know). I just have to come up with the money. And decide whether I want to finish my others before starting a new one. And take reference pictures.
 
That is all for now...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/8353440344202185421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=8353440344202185421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/8353440344202185421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/8353440344202185421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2011/09/great-idea.html' title='Great idea...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-5584519318507781386</id><published>2011-09-22T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T16:34:05.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A first for me...</title><summary type='text'>I was working in the yard the other day and I felt a burning sensation in my left bicep.  It started hurting more and more, so I went to urgent care to figure out what it was. Turns out I tore something. My ortho appt. is on Fri. I will probably get an MRI to find out how bad it is and what needs to be done to fix it. Since the injury I have figured out how much it sucks to lose the use of an arm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/5584519318507781386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=5584519318507781386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/5584519318507781386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/5584519318507781386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-for-me.html' title='A first for me...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-4382915727188915219</id><published>2011-09-04T03:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T03:09:37.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The beat goes on and I'm so wrong...</title><summary type='text'>
I went to a uke jam session today 
with my neighbor from across the street.  I was amazed to find I could 
keep up with quite a few songs.  There is a beginners class just before 
that Lauri might like.  They are every other Saturday in Leilani estates
 (Where we used to live.)  Now I just need to find a simple stand 
pattern online.  And I need to get another tuner.  The one on my iPod 
uses a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/4382915727188915219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=4382915727188915219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/4382915727188915219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/4382915727188915219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2011/09/beat-goes-on-and-im-so-wrong.html' title='The beat goes on and I&apos;m so wrong...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-522060750466372406</id><published>2011-08-31T04:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T04:45:10.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What else can go wrong...</title><summary type='text'>We went to the water yesterday to check a new spot for a possible dive site.  While rinsing the gear I hit my head on a sharp handle on the shower.  So then my head was bleeding a lot.  Directv finally sent a letter saying they want their crap back and I have to start paying for TV again.  Our new dog is doing well.  She is severely emaciated and cringes all the time.  She is getting better and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/522060750466372406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIkU2h9JOwA/Tl3_rQpolcI/AAAAAAAAATg/K81t32iUBkA/s72-c/DSC01840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-1019684083005958075</id><published>2011-08-31T04:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T04:27:32.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Two Ukes...</title><summary type='text'>That's ukulele's.  I am really trying to practice.  Honestly.  I think I am getting better, little by little.  My main problems are the heat here and my pain levels.  The heat makes me sweat profusely and then I don't want to hold the uke and get it all slimy.  The pain is mostly in my left hand from forming the chords, but my right hand is starting to give me some problems on the more advanced </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/1019684083005958075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=1019684083005958075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/1019684083005958075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/1019684083005958075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2011/08/these-two-ukes.html' title='These Two Ukes...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-842582045448846248</id><published>2011-07-22T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:55:24.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What will I learn this time...</title><summary type='text'>I am back in school.  The internet is a wonderful thing.  I don't have to go to class.  I just log on a few days a week and post some discussion questions.  Papers aren't that big of a deal most of the time.  Some teachers are a pain in the ass though.  My fibro is killing me.  I try to exercise but too much is never a good thing.  Free yoga at least twice a month but it is far away.  I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/842582045448846248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-2352244187625408778</id><published>2011-04-20T03:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T03:33:43.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School...again...</title><summary type='text'>I am going back to school for my Bachelors in Education studies. It is in a nice online format, but my current class is not really fun. I guess I know now that psych is not where my interests lay. I have Dragon Dictate to help with my papers. It is nice, but I need to work a little more to get the commands down. I also have to wear glasses when on the computer. The medications I am on are a pain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/2352244187625408778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=2352244187625408778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/2352244187625408778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/2352244187625408778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2011/04/schoolagain.html' title='School...again...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-4236585874940136</id><published>2010-11-18T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T20:18:25.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My kilt is done!!!! Well, sort of...</title><summary type='text'>I finished my kilt with the exception of a few details.  I then tried it on and it was too small.  That is what I get for taking four years to finish it.  So I took it halfway apart and am trying to fix it.  It needs to be done before December.  I am going to buy one from Stillwater Kilts.  I am thinking of going with the black Stewart tartan.  It is a black and red one and I think it is a '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/4236585874940136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=4236585874940136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/4236585874940136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/4236585874940136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-kilt-is-done-well-sort-of.html' title='My kilt is done!!!! Well, sort of...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-5092289187405855982</id><published>2010-09-17T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T15:51:11.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My body is a temple.  I am decorating it!...</title><summary type='text'>So, I am growing facial hair.  I was thinking of growing a full beard but I don't really like a full beard.  I am now growing a Van Dyke.  That is just a fancy name for a goatee with an attached mustache.  I have also gone back to using a shaving brush with a good shaving cream.  Shaving cream should come from a tube, not a can.  I am currently using one from Crabtree and Evelyn.  It lathers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/5092289187405855982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=5092289187405855982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/5092289187405855982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/5092289187405855982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-body-is-temple-i-am-decorating-it.html' title='My body is a temple.  I am decorating it!...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-3013990730139496060</id><published>2010-09-17T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:22:02.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me finish my tattoos...</title><summary type='text'>Donate to the cause!

Donate as little or as much as you can to help me finish my tattoos.  You can also make recommendations as to which tattoo you want me to complete first.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/3013990730139496060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=3013990730139496060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/3013990730139496060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/3013990730139496060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2010/09/help-me-finish-my-tattoos.html' title='Help me finish my tattoos...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-6786169230996003542</id><published>2010-08-29T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T10:37:35.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Pain in the...</title><summary type='text'>So, I have the Fibromyalgia.  It sucks.  I am taking pills all day long, which I hate (I forget all the time even though I have a pill minder).  I wake up really early.  I am tired all day.  I can't concentrate.  I use a cane to help me with my balance.  Well, enough of my whining.

That is all for now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/6786169230996003542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=6786169230996003542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/6786169230996003542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/6786169230996003542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-pain-in.html' title='What a Pain in the...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-4197687344387882495</id><published>2010-08-29T08:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T09:10:50.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time on my hands</title><summary type='text'>So, I am growing a beard.  I know, my dad had a beard and he was creepy.  It's not that kind of beard.  I started on or around the first of August.  This week I shaped it with some clippers into the basic shape.  The style that I am eventually going for will be the "satanist".  It is a dumb name but it is the only style that I can really get behind.  Maybe I will come up with a new name for it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/4197687344387882495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=4197687344387882495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/4197687344387882495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/4197687344387882495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-on-my-hands.html' title='Time on my hands'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-2860415204267187901</id><published>2010-08-03T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:46:41.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been a long time since I have last posted.  I am still in Hawaii and I was recently diagnosed with fibromyalgia.  Before you start, I know, fibro isn't a real disease and it is all in my head.  My two dogs are doing good.  Kona likes to get into the trash whenever no one is looking (and sometimes when we are). Lorna is getting better (she still scratches and rubs but her hair is growing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/2860415204267187901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=2860415204267187901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/2860415204267187901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/2860415204267187901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-have-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-990733573631119472</id><published>2008-07-31T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:34:19.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At long last...</title><summary type='text'>So, here is what I have been up to.  I got out of the Air Force.  I moved to HI (the big island).  I am a SCUBA instructor for PADI.  Right now I am unemployed and am looking.  I will not be able to make it to my 10 year reunion this year.  I sold my Burgman and now have a Suzuki Boulevard and a Honda Metropolitan.  I may go back to school if I can't get a job soon.  I am looking into getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/990733573631119472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=990733573631119472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/990733573631119472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/990733573631119472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-long-last.html' title='At long last...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-4328059000330739770</id><published>2007-05-13T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:10:44.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A First for me....</title><summary type='text'>I finally bought my first new vehicle!  I got a 2007 Suzuki Burgman 400.  It is a great bike.  I went for a ride yesterday and it performed beautifully, even on dirt roads.  I have had it about two weeks and have already put over 500 miles on it.  I didn't really want to get a cruiser because I wanted something more maneuverable, but I wanted something that Lauri could ride on comfortably.Also, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/4328059000330739770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=4328059000330739770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/4328059000330739770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/4328059000330739770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-for-me.html' title='A First for me....'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_358sKreJxFI/Rkc5hCeJqnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KKPlj3YsiHo/s72-c/IMG_0199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-5733931968066785567</id><published>2007-04-07T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:10:44.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Read...</title><summary type='text'>I just received and read a great book.  An American Underwater Odyssey, 50 Dives in 50 States by Charles Ballinger.  For those of you who dive, this book is a must read.  So often we think of diving as something to do on vacation in the Bahamas or Hawaii.  This book really makes you want to go out and dive in your own backyard.  Recently I took an Advanced Open Water course here in Colorado.  For</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/5733931968066785567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=5733931968066785567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/5733931968066785567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/5733931968066785567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-read.html' title='A Good Read...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_358sKreJxFI/RhgJOPcMq6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/HTm4Yo_isTg/s72-c/IMG_0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-2645946735116439904</id><published>2007-04-05T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:10:44.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Howdy, Tell You What...</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I just wish everything would go away.  This past Saturday I found a pipe in my stepdaughters room and a baggie that used to contain pot.  Phoebe's healthcare is becoming a fiasco and there seems to be nothing that I can do about it.  I have a lot of things that I want/need to do and there never seems to be enough money.  I pay all of my bills and yet they seem to never go away.  Well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/2645946735116439904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=2645946735116439904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/2645946735116439904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/2645946735116439904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2007/04/boy-howdy-tell-you-what.html' title='Boy Howdy, Tell You What...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_358sKreJxFI/RhU_XfcMq5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/RgfG-QYE5BQ/s72-c/IMG_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-6862560542467770284</id><published>2007-03-04T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:27:47.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick a fork in me...</title><summary type='text'>I'm done.  I am going to get out of the Air Force in '08.  I just don't feel like it would benefit me to stay in.  I am in the process of getting certified to teach SCUBA.  Once I am out, we are going to move to Hawaii.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/6862560542467770284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=6862560542467770284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/6862560542467770284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/6862560542467770284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2007/03/stick-fork-in-me.html' title='Stick a fork in me...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-116163345551880080</id><published>2006-10-23T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:10:45.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings...</title><summary type='text'>Well, we got a dog. She is a 3 month old, black, Scotty. Her name is Lorna Doone. I will have pictures at some point but I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. I still don't have any from HI and that was a while ago. We also have new cars. Lauri got an Audi TT Quatro convertable because I got a MR2. Lots of things are changing around here. I still miss all of my friends but some spend the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/116163345551880080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=116163345551880080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/116163345551880080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/116163345551880080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_358sKreJxFI/ResuLsrJiUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/S9_2zFPapKM/s72-c/Christmas+Roll+10003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-115592421806464524</id><published>2006-08-18T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:42:10.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication Error...</title><summary type='text'>It seems to me that lately I have not been in contact with anyone from my past.  I have not talked to Jennifer, Joel, Adam, Adina, Paul, Jimmy or Murray forever.  I miss having conversations.  I miss sitting outside and discusing Philosiphy or talking about the future.  I am really looking forward to my reunion so that I can see my friends again.  Even if it is just to kick them sqaw and ask why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/115592421806464524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=115592421806464524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/115592421806464524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/115592421806464524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2006/08/communication-error.html' title='Communication Error...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-115461180602794314</id><published>2006-08-03T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:30:06.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer and farther away...</title><summary type='text'>I made it to Colorado safe and sound.  I haven't really worked in over a month.  Getting things settled here has been quite hecktic.  We have so much more room than before and yet it is hard to find a place for everything.  If all goes well this will be the last time I move for over four years.  The weather here is interesting.  It rains every night and is sunny and nice every day.  I still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/115461180602794314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=115461180602794314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/115461180602794314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/115461180602794314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2006/08/closer-and-farther-away.html' title='Closer and farther away...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-115300875254349749</id><published>2006-07-15T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:10:45.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There and Back Again...</title><summary type='text'>So, I went to Hawaii for two weeks with Lauri, her mom, and her daughter. We had a lot of fun, for the most part. Danyelle, her daughter, was a pain a lot of the time but we still got to do a whole bunch of things. Kelly took us to a Japanese Tea room for diner. I got a half-sleeve tattoo. It has garibaldi and giant kelp. It hurt so bad on the inside of my arm. I took about twenty rolls of film </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/115300875254349749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=115300875254349749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/115300875254349749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/115300875254349749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-and-back-again.html' title='There and Back Again...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_358sKreJxFI/RestlMrJiTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YXyoRmuCg2Y/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-114848742349891922</id><published>2006-05-24T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:17:03.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Bracket...</title><summary type='text'>Well the big two six has come and went.  I don't feel any different.  I got a new camera for my birthday.  It will definately come in handy in HI.  I am now hooked on Cornhole.  I played for about six hours on Sat.  I am going to be building myself a set soon.  The bowling alley here just got new scorers and they are going to start a new No-Tap tournament.  I will only be here for a few of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/114848742349891922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=114848742349891922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/114848742349891922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/114848742349891922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2006/05/next-bracket.html' title='The Next Bracket...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-114682927949715119</id><published>2006-05-05T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:12:24.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything happens at once...</title><summary type='text'>Phoebes birthday was yesterday.  She is now three years old!  I had a scope done yesterday.  Not the bad kind though!  Everything looked normal.  My extension went through so I don't have to leave 'till July.  I sort of have mixed feelings about this though.  It means I get to see Phoebe before I leave.  I also don't have to be seperated from Lauri.  But it means I have to be here for another two</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/114682927949715119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=114682927949715119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/114682927949715119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/114682927949715119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2006/05/everything-happens-at-once.html' title='Everything happens at once...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-114606254639241984</id><published>2006-04-26T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:45:40.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just checking in</title><summary type='text'>I haven't heard from my circle of friends in a while.  I know that that is partly my fault.  Here is what is going on in my life.  I am going to be going to Colorado Springs, CO in a few months.  Lauri and I are doing good.  I have my 75gal tank up and running!  It needs some oscars but that will have to wait till CO.  I may be leaving right after my B-day in May or I may be leaving in July, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/114606254639241984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=114606254639241984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/114606254639241984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/114606254639241984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-checking-in.html' title='Just checking in'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-113950777284977760</id><published>2006-02-09T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:56:12.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI</title><summary type='text'>I really wish people would stop being so damn stupid!  I cannot stand idiots.  I am more than halfway through my tech. school and I am really having a hard time yelling out loud sometimes.  The other people in my class are so stupid that it hurts.  I am having a hard time trying to slow my brain down so that I don't do something that will get me in trouble and yet everyone else is struggling with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/113950777284977760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=113950777284977760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/113950777284977760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/113950777284977760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2006/02/csi.html' title='CSI'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-113874573307523145</id><published>2006-01-31T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T12:54:52.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What it is, What it was, and What it will be...</title><summary type='text'>Lauri and I are getting married on 25 Feb 2006.  We are going to be getting married here in TX for a few reasons.  I got an awesome ring from Titanium Era.  One of my dear friends from Highschool just had her first child.  I am so looking forward to attending my Highschool reunion in 2008.  I can't believe that I have almost been out of school for 10 years.  Phoebe is almost three now.  She is so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/113874573307523145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=113874573307523145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/113874573307523145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/113874573307523145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-it-is-what-it-was-and-what-it.html' title='What it is, What it was, and What it will be...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-113657123064247180</id><published>2006-01-06T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:19:45.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Developements</title><summary type='text'>So I have met someone and fallen in love.  Now I have to make a decision.  Do I follow through with the two year wait to make sure that she is the one or do I realize that she is the one and stop making excuses?  I don't want to get hurt again nor do I want to hurt her.  But what if we are really ment for each other.  I haven't felt this way since Jennifer.  How long is long enough and how soon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/113657123064247180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=113657123064247180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/113657123064247180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/113657123064247180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-developements.html' title='New Developements'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-113511726566120508</id><published>2005-12-20T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T03:28:45.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good and the Bad</title><summary type='text'>I am in TX now and I will be here for another three months.  I have found someone who I really like but now we are probably going to be seperated.  I still do not know where I am going to be going after I am done here.  I will probably be going overseas.  In some ways it would be good for me to go overseas but I would have to be away from Phoebe and that would suck.  I am going to be going ack to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/113511726566120508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=113511726566120508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/113511726566120508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/113511726566120508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-and-bad.html' title='The Good and the Bad'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-113098743685623993</id><published>2005-11-02T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:10:36.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Game</title><summary type='text'>Well, I went on a date tonight.  We went to dinner and saw a movie.  I had a good time and I think it went pretty well.  I enjoyed being able to spend some time with someone who has some interest in me.  In some ways tonight is great, like being able to go out and meet someone new and get to know them but it also reminds me that I have a long way to go.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/113098743685623993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=113098743685623993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/113098743685623993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/113098743685623993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-in-game.html' title='Back in the Game'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-113026011351253499</id><published>2005-10-25T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:08:33.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News, Bad News</title><summary type='text'>I got my tattoo done last monday.  It hurt quite a bit but it turned out great.  I went to take some pics to post here and my Sony Clie doesn't want to take pictures.  So I did some research and found out that this is a problem that Sony is having with a lot of their cameras.  I called their support line and they are going to pay for everything!  Shipping, repair, everything.  I will post pics as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/113026011351253499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=113026011351253499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/113026011351253499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/113026011351253499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News, Bad News'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-112930670281705363</id><published>2005-10-14T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:18:22.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest and Greatest</title><summary type='text'>More money for me!!  My truck is finally paid off.  I now have an extra $300 a month and I over paid so I am going to be getting $600 back.  I may get my jeep converted to propane.  Winter is fast approaching here in Ohio.  There are only three days until I get my tattoo.  I finally beat Steelbattalion after having the game for almost three years.  I am still without a significant other and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/112930670281705363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=112930670281705363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112930670281705363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112930670281705363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/10/latest-and-greatest.html' title='The Latest and Greatest'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-112855450533074386</id><published>2005-10-05T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T18:21:45.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><summary type='text'>I am lonely. I miss being in a relationship. I don't think that I am bad looking or too much of an asshole. I know that I am hard to deal with sometimes and some people might think that I am weird. How long am I supposed to wait to find 'the one'? I don't want to compromise. I don't regret any of my relationships. I don't know how to approach women. I haven't had to worry about this for the past </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/112855450533074386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=112855450533074386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112855450533074386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112855450533074386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/10/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-112835002927164182</id><published>2005-10-03T06:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:25:11.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How does this make any sense?</title><summary type='text'>If you check out the links on the right hand side you will see Steel Battalion. This is an awesome game for X-Box that when it was first released was a one player game that cost $200. It is totaly worth every penny. Then an on-line only version was released. Now Capcom has decided that the campaign mode of the on-line version should be discontinued. Over half of the game is now defunct. The Free </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/112835002927164182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=112835002927164182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112835002927164182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112835002927164182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-does-this-make-any-sense.html' title='How does this make any sense?'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-112715996423663161</id><published>2005-09-19T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T17:00:28.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ink</title><summary type='text'>I have decided what I want to get for my next tattoo. I like to get things that mean something to me. I used to have a pair of Oscars (the fishes not the Grouch) so I am going to get one put on my calf. Coming up with the design is a little tricky. I have to find a picture of one in just the right position. Then I need to get pictures of all of the little detail things like the fins and head. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/112715996423663161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=112715996423663161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112715996423663161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112715996423663161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-ink.html' title='New Ink'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-112511331341668464</id><published>2005-08-26T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:28:33.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't live with 'em and you can't shoot 'em</title><summary type='text'>I got divorced seven months ago.  I did this for a reason.  Now I can't seem to go a week without hearing from her.  Most of the time it is because she is keeping me in touch with Phoebe but every once in a while I get one of "those" calls.  You know, where she starts up on some topic and I am sitting there feeling my brains trying to escape my head.  She just rambles on and on about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/112511331341668464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=112511331341668464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112511331341668464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112511331341668464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-cant-live-with-em-and-you-cant.html' title='You can&apos;t live with &apos;em and you can&apos;t shoot &apos;em'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-112495475930002929</id><published>2005-08-25T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T02:26:12.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fat Man Walking</title><summary type='text'>I came upon this a while ago and I just remembered it today. I think that it is a really interesting story. Check it out. http://www.thefatmanwalking.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/112495475930002929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=112495475930002929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112495475930002929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112495475930002929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/08/fat-man-walking.html' title='The Fat Man Walking'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-112493951819132496</id><published>2005-08-24T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:11:58.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where, When and Why</title><summary type='text'>I need to get out of my appartment and into a house sometime soon.  I have way too much stuff for a one bedroom appartment.  Half of my stuff is in storage twelve miles away.  I can't work on my truck or jeep.  I can't work on my boat.  I sleep during the day so I can't turn up my TV or music very loud during the night.  I live adjacent to the leasing office.  The other day I was trying to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/112493951819132496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=112493951819132496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112493951819132496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112493951819132496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-when-and-why.html' title='Where, When and Why'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-112478065336404551</id><published>2005-08-23T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T02:04:13.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do poeple come up with this stuff?</title><summary type='text'>I did not join the military as a last resort.  I had many other options.  It is not the 'best' I could do.  Why do people think that everyone who joins the military are a bunch of loosers with no other options in life?  I had a career before joining and more than half of the people that I have met had one as well.  Is it that hard for people to understand that someone can want to be a part of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/112478065336404551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=112478065336404551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112478065336404551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112478065336404551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-do-poeple-come-up-with-this.html' title='Where do poeple come up with this stuff?'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-112461628266618176</id><published>2005-08-21T04:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T04:24:42.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How did I get here?</title><summary type='text'>It seems like just yesterday I was in high school and things were going along ok.  Not great but ok.  The all of a sudden I was in college.  It was difficult to adjust as most of my friends went elsewhere and not long after my girlfriend and I broke up (another post, definately).  So I am learning how to repair Toyota's and I get a job working for Lexus.  Sounds great right?  Not really.  My boss</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/112461628266618176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=112461628266618176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112461628266618176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112461628266618176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-did-i-get-here.html' title='How did I get here?'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634157.post-112461495360783254</id><published>2005-08-21T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T04:02:33.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes nothing</title><summary type='text'>I have always had a hard time getting my feelings out in the open.  I need to change that.  I plan on writing on everything from my Jeep to video games to what is happening in my life.  Let me know how I am doing. The Youngest Son</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/feeds/112461495360783254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15634157&amp;postID=112461495360783254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112461495360783254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15634157/posts/default/112461495360783254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngestson.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-goes-nothing.html' title='Here goes nothing'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788377812527358429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF9X2axg9Y/TiofwrU91WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJFZHoEekno/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-08%2Bat%2B16.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
