<?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-1751619111488273239</id><updated>2011-12-31T12:40:12.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the crap?!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-6575215343294462304</id><published>2011-12-19T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:14:34.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December...</title><content type='html'>Well here I am sitting at the computer and just sent off my weekly emails and letters the missionaries that use to be in my Deacon's Quroum. It is crazy to think that they are really that grown up and out in the mission field. There are a lot of them out there right now and they are such great examples. You got to love technology, I already got an email back from one of them. As I read his letter I started to think about how nice it would be if there were emails in Heaven. How cool would it be to wake up one morning and just have a random email from a loved one that has passed on to the other side. It would definitely be a shock but so awesome at the same time. I sure do miss them. This time of year always makes it a little harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe CHristmas is less than a week away. 22 years ago last week Carla and I started dating. What a milestone in our relationship. She has definitely given me the most memories and I cherish them, and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that all I got this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-6575215343294462304?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/6575215343294462304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=6575215343294462304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6575215343294462304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6575215343294462304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2011/12/december.html' title='December...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4658164579471724835</id><published>2011-08-02T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T10:23:56.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it is August...</title><content type='html'>I am always glad when August comes around, it means that July is over. July is a hard month for me emotionally, it is the month that my Grandma Hamilton passed away as well as her birthday month. Her birthday was this past Sunday and as I woke up I used the early morning alone time to get out my scrapbook and look at what few pictures I have of her. This year I decided to read a letter that my Grandpa Hamilton wrote me about a month after she passed away. I hadn't read the letter since the first time I read it, a little over 22 years ago. As I read it all the same emotions and feelings I had back then came flooding back and I could remember everything surrounding him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; me. I just sat there with his letter in one hand and a picture of her in the other. I miss both of them greatly. It made me think how different our family would be if they were still around. How much stronger would our extended family bond be if they were still here as the glue holding us all together. Then it also makes me think about how little time I spend with my one grandpa I have left on this earth. I wish there was a pause life button that I could push just to enjoy those passing precious moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of July is sad and depressing. I love the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July, it is one of my favorite holidays, maybe that is because you get to light fireworks. What boy doesn't love blowing things up and lighting explosives. This year we had a good time with some old friends, some new friends, and some family, oh and of course a bunch of "illegal" fireworks. July also marks the traditional scout summer camp season. This year I was able to go back to Circle X Ranch at Big Horn in Lake Arrowhead, CA with the deacons from our ward. Although I wasn't able to make it up the full week, I was able to get up there by dinner on Wednesday night and stay up till Saturday afternoon when it was time to bring 'em home. This year I was able to take Aaron up with me since his camp was over. It was great to be able to spend some father son bonding time with him. We had some good conversations when we were alone together on the ride up and a lot of laughs together through out the week. I love that kid! He is such an awesome young man. On the last night at camp the staff up there put on a big campfire with skits, songs, and a slide show. As part of it they have all the Eagle Scouts get on stage in a big line and they each take a turn stating their full name, troop, city, and the date they became an Eagle. As Aaron was standing there in the line I thought that this is what it is all about, all the hard work in the scouting program all leads up to moments like this, it was the first time I saw him in this line up and heard him say it. I will admit it hit me and I got teary eyed. I am so proud of him! IN a blink of an eye he will be standing in the Temple, and then I will be hugging him outside of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MTC&lt;/span&gt;. Where is that pause button!!!!! In a day and age when most parents are wishing and waiting for the day to come so they can get ride of their kids and kick them out, I am wishing and wanting time to stand still so I can have them longer. I love my kids, my wife, my family, and of course, my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4658164579471724835?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4658164579471724835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4658164579471724835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4658164579471724835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4658164579471724835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2011/08/yes-it-is-august.html' title='Yes, it is August...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1238547943535788334</id><published>2011-06-13T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:22:31.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journaling...</title><content type='html'>OK I have never been very good or faithful at keeping a journal. Even on my mission I wasn't good at it and that is the biggest regret I have from my mission, not keeping a better journal. Well as I was reading my Patriarchial Blessing one of the thiungs it told me to do was to keep a journal. So it has been weighing heavily on my mind lately that I need to start keeping a better journal. Since I already have this blog going, I thought I may as well use it as my journal. So as boring as it is my life story will be here on this blog. I will still try to post the funny things on here but at the sametime there may be some serious posts as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this last week went by pretty quick. Makenzie graduated 5th grade on Wednesday. She is a good kid, she is turning into a beautiful young lady. Her personality is really starting to shine and she is a lot of fun. I really enjoy how her and Aaron have grown closer over the last few months. They are always teaming up against me and running to each others defense when we are goofing off. Thursday was the last day of this school year...I can't believe that I have a Sophmore, a 6th grader, and a 3rd grader. Three kids in three different schools. The next time I have two kids at the same school will be when Makenzie is a Senior and Alexa is a Freshman. I am not sure I will be able to handle that! Then I think about handling it when Alexa graduates 5th grade...that same year Makenzie will leave Jr. High and Aaron will graduate High School. That one will be a hard one for me. Aaron graduating high school...that will mean his mission will be less than a year away when he graduates. (My eyes are already tearing up thinking about this.) I love my kids so much. They mean everything to me. I know that I am not always the best example or father to them, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't do anything in the world for them. They are such a great example to me in my life. In fact, as I look around my office at work, I am surrounded by them, their art work, pictures, and letters. I have a letter that Makenzie wrote me hanging next to my computer screen, it helps me get through my day everytime I read it. It says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Dad, You are the best. I love you. I love when you make me dinner and when you hold me. Your the best. I love you. Love Makenzie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to believe that they grow up so fast in front of your eyes and you really don't even realize it. Before I know it they will all be gone out of the house and living their own lives. I hope that I will be able to instill in them the things they need to survive in this world on their own. I love each one of them dearly and individually. They each have their own unique place in my heart and they will always be my sweet little babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-1238547943535788334?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/1238547943535788334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=1238547943535788334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1238547943535788334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1238547943535788334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2011/06/journaling.html' title='Journaling...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4270390270001126588</id><published>2011-06-07T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:07:22.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighter day...</title><content type='html'>Well after I wrote that last post yesterday morning, early in the morning. I spent the rest of the day thinking and pondering as I worked. I realized that I needed to not only write what I did but I also needed to act upon it. So I yesterday I sent a text to my family informing them that we would be having Family Home Evening last night at 7pm. Funny side note...When Aaron got home Carla was making homemade lasagna for dinner (it was amazing by the way) and he looked at her and said, "Are we moving?" I guess between Carla cooking and me text about FHE he thought something big/bad was about to happen. So a little after 7 last night we had FHE. It was a simple lesson and it was great to be together as a family and talk about the gospel. We even made assignments for next week. It was a great way to end the day, even the wrestling match at the end was great. It was fun to just be a family without the contention and fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got out my Patriarchial Blessing and read it (there is a cool app out for all you iPhone owners that lets you type in your blessing and then it highlights all the words in it that have a scriptural references so you can click on it and it takes you to the reference. Don't worry it also has a password protection so no one else can get in and read it.). It was wierd to read it and see all of the similarities in my blessing and how I am feeling and where I am in my life. It is seriously a road map for my life made specifically for me by my Heavenly Father. I am glad that I have it in my phone now so I can read it more regularly and have it with me at all times (I never go anywhere without my phone). I am a firm believer that if you haven't already received your patriarchial blessing then you need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad for today and the new beginning it brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4270390270001126588?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4270390270001126588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4270390270001126588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4270390270001126588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4270390270001126588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2011/06/brighter-day.html' title='Brighter day...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-6683996616117026038</id><published>2011-06-06T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:44:47.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah? YES, Blah...</title><content type='html'>Well as i am sitting here at work trying to concentrate on work, my mind keeps racing with all sorts of things...random thought, different doubts, personal things, church things, work stuff...then there is a thought that keeps jumping and yelling saying, "Make this a blog entry", so here it goes. You may want to sit back and buckle up not sure what's going to happen so hold on tight it might be a bumpy ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will start with church. For the last several months I have really been struggling with a lot of things when it comes to church, it is like I have lost my desire to go to church and I look for the littlest excuse to get out of going. I have also been struggling with getting up and bearing my testimony in Sacarment on Fast Sundays. The last few months I have felt the Spiritual urge to get up and bear my testimony, it was so strong once that I thought I felt my spiritual body stand up and walk up, but my physical side is just not willing at all. I just feel like I am in a spritual funk. I think that part of it is caused from the ward spliting and the lack of reverence that we now have in sacrament meeting. Yesterday was Fast Sunday and we had a plan to take over the meeting and fill it with "TRUE" testimonies, Carla got up and was the first person to bear her testimony and it was pure, simple, and full of the Spirit. I knew that I need to get up but I didn't, I just sat there and listened to the next person and felt like I was in a downward spiral. Occasionally there was a glimmer of light and hope in what someone said but I still just sat there resisting the prompting to get up. Why didn't I get up there and bear my testimony...I have no idea. I do know that after the meeting was over I sat there and beat myself up for not doing it like I do every month. Then I take a step bakc and realize that I keep caving in and letting Satan win the fight. This isn't how the Savior wants me to feel it is how Satan wants me to feel. Then what do I do...I get even madder at myself for being so weak and blind to the cunning deceptions of the adversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I decided that it was time to start reading the scriptures again (it only lasted one day...another issue to get down on myself about) and as I was reading about how rebalious Nephi's older brothers were after having an Angel of the Lord appear to them and still they did the things they did, I thought, "What a couple of idiots!" Why do you act that way after seing an Angel and hearing what they heard? Then it hit me yesterday, I am one of those IDIOTS! Although I haven't had an Angel appear to me, I have had mirracles happen in my life and events that make me know beyond a shodow of a doubt that this church is true, yet I still sit there and struggle. I feel like in the big picture of life I am losing the battle, almost like I am sitting there drowning in an ocean of doubt and self-pity. Yet I have the answers sitting right there in front of me. What do I need to do? Stop procrastinating and making excuses to not read the scriptures, to not have family prayer, to not have Family Home Evening, to not attend the temple, to not go to church, and JUST do it. You know, get back to the basics, the simple little things. I know it is overwhelming to think about where to start so it is easy to just not change but I have to just take it one step and one day at a time. I can't look at the whole picture otherwise I just feel like a failure. Like I have failed in everything. I know that if I just do it one thing at a time and add upon it everything else will fall into place. Not only do I need the basics but so does my family. With out the basics as the foundation nothing else will be able to be built upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to stop the self-pity and the "why me" syndrome. There are times when I am driving home from work and trying to destress and it just hits me. I feel like just crying. I've decided that it is ok to feel like this occasionally but not on a regular basis. It seems like when I start feeling like this it is usually when I start having a "why me" moment. It seems like in my life (my perception at least) that I am always the "strong" person for everyone, I am the one that everyone calls to dump on and to to try to solve their life problems. And I always listen and am always there. I am always the one to call and check up on how people are doing when I think about them and to lift their spirits but where are my "strong" people. When am I going to be the one that someone calls up to check on and to let me vent and get it all out...see told it was a why me moment. This usually leads me to thinking about all the "strong people" I had in my life that have now passed away and leaves me feeling lonely. Then I get hard on myself for feeling like this because I know it isn't the way it is, I have "strong" people in my life that I can call on, but it is me, I don't want to feel like I am bothering them or an inconvience to them so I just hold it in. I know now that I am typing this how unhealthy that is and sounds....I am a walking time bomb...no wonder I go off at the simpliest things. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I need to do, I now just need to do it. I need a complete change of heart. Can I do it? Yes! Is it going to be easy? NO! But it will definately be worth it. I can't wait to see how this game of life plays out...thanks for playing it with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-6683996616117026038?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/6683996616117026038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=6683996616117026038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6683996616117026038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6683996616117026038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2011/06/blah-yes-blah.html' title='Blah? YES, Blah...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-7046041705820198743</id><published>2011-05-09T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:21:55.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering a legend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCkTiWugim0/Tchfe2HQkUI/AAAAAAAAAc0/c2vEaRUnDXo/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well yesterday came and past and I handled it pretty well. Looking back I think it was because I kept myself very busy with Mother Day's Festivities. Now that those are all over with I guess my mind now has time to reflect and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times when you hear men talk about their mother-in-laws it is usually in a negative light and she is usually the butt of a joke or a sarcastic comment. Well that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not the case for me. I really truly loved (and still do love) my mother-in-law, Adelle. She was an amazing woman. It was hard for me to come to grips with the fact that yesterday marked her 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year leaving this mortal existence. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; that day so vividly in my mind like it was yesterday. Some days it feels like it was just yesterday and then others it feels like it has been like an eternity. I find myself missing her more and more as time goes by, and at the most random moments. Like when we are pulling out of the garage all loaded up for a family vacation (she went with us on every vacation. It was so much fun having her with us.), as I pass a certain gas station on our way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; (even though we only stopped there once with and never stopped there again), when I open the fridge and see leftovers (she always cooked enough for leftovers so I could stop by and visit and eat), and when I need someone to vent to about my wife (not that that happens very often...I love you honey!) She was always there to listen and give advice, and who better to go to for advice on my wife than her, after all she did raise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of our crazy random adventures. She was always thinking of different ideas to try whether it was changing a recipe around to taste different, a new home improvement project, building some gadget, making a quilt, or rearranging the furniture. She always had a way of talking me into helping her. She also had a great sense of humor and would always laugh at the pranks that were pulled on her, some of them took her a little longer to calm down from and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing her talk and say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; sayings like mash on the horn, cut on the lights, and of course the ever popular, "It takes intelligence to get me upset and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chuckie&lt;/span&gt;, you ain't got a chance!" Then there are the list of my favorite words to get her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;to say&lt;/span&gt; because no matter how many times she said them or how slowly she tried to pronounce them she couldn't do it like tournament (she'd say tuna-mint), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; (she'd say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tempa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;-tour), and my favorite burrito (she'd say burr-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rit&lt;/span&gt;-toe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that for me what is the hardest besides her not being here for me is the fact that not all of my kids got to know her and make lasting memories with and of her. Aaron was 7 and has the best memories with her. He was her little sidekick and was already to go and do whatever she had planned. In the weeks prior to her passing he would want to miss school and spend the day with her helping her with anything she needed. We would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; cave and let him miss school and stay with her. The two of them would stay in bed all day watching the Food Network and talking about what they should try to make next. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; was only 3 and remembers some things but not a lot. She remembers being around her and who she was. Then there is Alexa, Carla was 5 months pregnant with Alexa when her Mom passed away. Alexa was the only one of our kids that didn't meet her in this earth life. She was the first birth that she wasn't physically standing in the room when they were born. Then again Alexa came to us via C-Section so Adelle wouldn't have been allowed in the operating room (well there would have been a long heated talk between the two of us and in my version I would win and be in the O.R. and in her version she would have been in the O.R.) as a mortal person which makes Alexa special, because she was the only one of our kids that had her Nana there Spiritually standing helping, watching, and encouraging her into mortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful that I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; enough to be able to call you Mom. I love you! I am so thankful for the knowledge that the Plan of Salvation gives me to know that we will be reunited again one day. Until that glorious day comes, you will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-7046041705820198743?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/7046041705820198743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=7046041705820198743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7046041705820198743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7046041705820198743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2011/05/remembering-legend.html' title='Remembering a legend...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-7333482682194726913</id><published>2011-04-29T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:02:57.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE NOW...</title><content type='html'>Ok listen up everyone....you need to click the link and go and vote for Chicken Bonz for the Best Wings in Vegas. It isn't that hard so just go and do it...it won't take you that long either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lasvegasweekly.com/questionnaires/2011/2011-weekly-awards/"&gt;http://www.lasvegasweekly.com/questionnaires/2011/2011-weekly-awards/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and thanks for voting!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-7333482682194726913?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/7333482682194726913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=7333482682194726913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7333482682194726913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7333482682194726913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2011/04/vote-now.html' title='VOTE NOW...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4880856356069705604</id><published>2011-01-17T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:06:18.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first CSN Store giveaway....</title><content type='html'>Ok here it goes thought I would join the bandwagon and give something away. So I am hosting a giveaway for CSN Stores.com. What can you win...a $20 gift card that can be used at one of the CSN Stores. They have tons of items from &lt;a href="http://allmodern.com/"&gt;modern furniture&lt;/a&gt; to coffee table to bookshelves, lighting and more. They have over 20 stores to shop at. So what are you waiting for, leave a comment and be entered to win the gift certificate. The contest will end on Sunday, January 23rd, 2011 at 11pm (PST). The winner will be announced on Monday, January 24th. Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4880856356069705604?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4880856356069705604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4880856356069705604' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4880856356069705604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4880856356069705604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-csn-store-giveaway.html' title='My first CSN Store giveaway....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-6143572277812855286</id><published>2010-10-14T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:01:01.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it really been a year...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that it has been al,ost a full year since I have last posted anything on here. I guess that is what happens when you get sucked into the FaceBook trap. With that being said, on to the reason I am back on here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is the BIG 1-5 for Carla and I. Yep, that's right, we have been married for 15 years now! Where are all the naysayers and odd-makers at now, they gave us 12 months or less to stay together. It is fun to look back through the memories I have of the two of us together and how things have changed yet stayed the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have changed over the last 15 years:&lt;br /&gt;-We have had 3 kids&lt;br /&gt;-We have lived in 3 houses&lt;br /&gt;-We have had too many cars to list&lt;br /&gt;-We have had too many couches to list&lt;br /&gt;-We have both lost loved ones&lt;br /&gt;-We have been sealed in the Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have stayed over the last 15 years:&lt;br /&gt;-You are still my best friend&lt;br /&gt;-You are still everything to me, without you I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;-You still know just what to say to me&lt;br /&gt;-We can still laugh at each other and with each other&lt;br /&gt;-I still love waking up next you each day&lt;br /&gt;-I still love just holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;-I still love you as much as the first day I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the best 15 years of marriage that I could ever have. We have had our ups and downs (not always in the bedroom), but we have survived them. Through everything you have always been there by my side, I can't imagine going through this life without you there with me. I love you so much! Thank you for always being there for me, even when I don't deserve it. Thank you for being you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/TLXwXNTgDBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/qBMvQDEyW20/s1600/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527588399166262290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/TLXwXNTgDBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/qBMvQDEyW20/s400/New+Image.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you! Happy Anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-6143572277812855286?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/6143572277812855286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=6143572277812855286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6143572277812855286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6143572277812855286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2010/10/has-it-really-been-year.html' title='Has it really been a year...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/TLXwXNTgDBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/qBMvQDEyW20/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-6617470157329141554</id><published>2009-11-22T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:48:02.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron's Eagle Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Aaron Floyd’s Eagle Project&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Saturday, December 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;8:00am – 12noon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Bring the whole family&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;and get your&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Personal Identity Sheet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;These sheets will include all the information authorities will need to help locate you in case you become lost or kidnapped, all in one place and on one sheet. 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I love you honey. We have been through a lot and accomplished many things together. Many of which I would not have been able to do without you by my side. I love that you are not a quiet and timid wife and that you speak your mind. You are a great wife and a terriffic Mom. You are everything to me. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-7407802874666901477?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/7407802874666901477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=7407802874666901477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7407802874666901477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7407802874666901477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4834937124214120437</id><published>2009-10-12T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:46:43.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So have you ever just seen something and have a flood of memories come rushing in at you? Well that happened to me today on my way into work, as I got on the 215 from the 15 I looked up and saw this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391737568778885698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/StNMwI0xmkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/BNVy49VjnwI/s400/Misc+Pics+from+old+iPhone+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instant I saw it my mind took me back to my childhood and the Hot Air Balloon Festival and the Cheyenne Campus of CCSN. I blinked and could see all the balloons lined up in the fields and the booths set up, the carnival food, and how they would light up at night. I could see all the colors so vividly in my mind like it was just yesterday that I was standing there looking at these things for the first time. I remembered spending the night with my Grandparents the night before so we could wake up really early to watch the balloons take off for the races and staying all day watching them do the different games, like dropping a dye marker on a huge bullseye target on the ground while they are drifting high overhead. Before I new it my eyes were filled with tears and I didn't even realize it. I realized how much I miss doing things like this with my grandparents and basically how much I miss having them here with me. I wonder what happened to this fevstival and why it isn't held in Vegas anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4834937124214120437?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4834937124214120437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4834937124214120437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4834937124214120437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4834937124214120437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/10/memories.html' title='Memories....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/StNMwI0xmkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/BNVy49VjnwI/s72-c/Misc+Pics+from+old+iPhone+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4515427349320867391</id><published>2009-09-29T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:36:59.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Penny Auction Site!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://shar.es/1uFcv&gt;Crazy Penny Auction Site!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4515427349320867391?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4515427349320867391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4515427349320867391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4515427349320867391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4515427349320867391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-penny-auction-site.html' title='Crazy Penny Auction Site!'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1106675957881380194</id><published>2009-07-24T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:19:18.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout Camp...</title><content type='html'>Well another week at Circle X Ranch in Lake Arrowhead, CA has come and gone. It was a great week with no casualties. The 14 boys from our troop ended up earning 75 merit badges during the week. It was a little warm for being up in the mountains but definately not as hot as being in Vegas. This was my fourth year in a row going to camp at Circle X and as each week comes to a close I get a little nervous thinking that this my be my last year going as a Scout Leader, I really do enjoy my calling and love the boys that I serve. This year was a little bittersweet as Stu B. was recently called to the 11 year old Scouts...but you never know maybe next year we will have the 11 year old scouts join us on our week long camp adventure. Stu was a great leader and cared for the Mommas Boyz (that is our Patrol name), it will be different not having him with us on a weekly basis. Well here are a few pictures from the week at camp.....I can't post them all because of the motto, "What happens at camp, stays at camp!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were a lot of uniform inspections, one every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Smm_8_H-jrI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-pgazscH1Zg/s1600-h/Scout+Camp+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362027885819236018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Smm_8_H-jrI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-pgazscH1Zg/s400/Scout+Camp+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could such a sweet and innocent looking boy go from this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Smm_8dOBusI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GlB0GTS3aU8/s1600-h/Scout+Camp+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362027876717804226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Smm_8dOBusI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GlB0GTS3aU8/s400/Scout+Camp+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this Abercombie &amp;amp; Fitch model pose....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Smm_8V6KWDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Bbs5vONSfkA/s1600-h/Scout+Camp+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362027874755434546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Smm_8V6KWDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Bbs5vONSfkA/s400/Scout+Camp+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, this is how he did it...boys will be boys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Smm_8I31G-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/62QApsIbm6k/s1600-h/Scout+Camp+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362027871255993314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Smm_8I31G-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/62QApsIbm6k/s400/Scout+Camp+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of these lil' cat naps taken during the week as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Smm_70MaAiI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0Qnt5HpBOYk/s1600-h/Scout+Camp+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362027865705153058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Smm_70MaAiI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0Qnt5HpBOYk/s400/Scout+Camp+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-1106675957881380194?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/1106675957881380194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=1106675957881380194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1106675957881380194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1106675957881380194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/07/scout-camp.html' title='Scout Camp...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Smm_8_H-jrI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-pgazscH1Zg/s72-c/Scout+Camp+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4113035619184177503</id><published>2009-06-22T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:42:05.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Mead Overnighter....</title><content type='html'>Friday night was our monthly scout overnighter for the Deacons. We decided to go to Lake MEad and go out on a boat. Overall it was a lot of fun, but if you break it down there were some not too pleasant moments. Like the 20+mph constant wind blowing up the cove picking up sand and pelting your face. Or not eating till 9pm when the pizza was bought at 5:30pm...hence this first picture. Who says you have to go to the Jensen's home to get wood fired pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sj--gEnfpVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/1OqXh3-GJlY/s1600-h/Lake+Mead+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350204340543923538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sj--gEnfpVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/1OqXh3-GJlY/s400/Lake+Mead+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well since it was so windy most of the boys only got a few hours of sleep, I know of at least one that didn't sleep at all and they were all up well before 6:30am. After having breakfast and letting the boys swim and play around in the cove, they wanted to go out boogie boarding. So we had them break down camp and get ready for some fun. All the boys tried it and had fun being pulled around on the board behind the boat. (They all tried except for Aaron who was sick.) By the time we got back to the cove from boogie boarding they were ready to load up and make the two trips necessary to get everything to the dock and loaded. After getting the boat back on the trailer and all the equipment loaded back into the trucks we pulled out. After about two minutes of pulling out this is what the back of my car looked like....the only one not sleeping was me and the one boy using my phone to take the pictures. (Thanks Austin, you did a good job taking the picture for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trey and Richmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sj--fx1kISI/AAAAAAAAAaw/CfxWD1izK0c/s1600-h/Lake+Mead+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350204335502663970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sj--fx1kISI/AAAAAAAAAaw/CfxWD1izK0c/s400/Lake+Mead+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sj--fWYQurI/AAAAAAAAAag/SAG8WIGcAM4/s1600-h/Lake+Mead+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350204328132000434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sj--fWYQurI/AAAAAAAAAag/SAG8WIGcAM4/s400/Lake+Mead+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sj--fEUrhuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/O8fEeS88Hs0/s1600-h/Lake+Mead+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350204323285141218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sj--fEUrhuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/O8fEeS88Hs0/s400/Lake+Mead+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4113035619184177503?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4113035619184177503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4113035619184177503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4113035619184177503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4113035619184177503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/06/lake-mead-overnighter.html' title='Lake Mead Overnighter....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sj--gEnfpVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/1OqXh3-GJlY/s72-c/Lake+Mead+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-2880685214577495485</id><published>2009-06-16T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:34:01.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whale tail...</title><content type='html'>Just for you Lisa...after reading Lisa's last comment on my last post I thought I would help her out with the definition of "whale tail" so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whale Tail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [weyl teyl] Derived from a whale's tail sticking out of the water. (See photos below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the whale tail is the shape formed when a g-string rides up high over a womans trousers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my gosh look at that butt, her &lt;u&gt;whale tail&lt;/u&gt; is showing so High!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fashion boom popularized by Britney Spears and Anna Korinkova incorporating hipster jeans and high riding thongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This restaurant does not permit tie-dyes or &lt;u&gt;whale tails&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A thong/g-string riding up the back, usually while wearing low-rise jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa, check out that &lt;u&gt;whale tail&lt;/u&gt;! Pull your camera out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347990372149614514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sjfg6Jov17I/AAAAAAAAAaA/FJ4YFzWhHkM/s400/whaletail-46818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347990377303986738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sjfg6c1pUjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/mGlqVKfe2VE/s400/whaletail-11685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347990370315847218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sjfg6CzixjI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8RdcGh-9-t4/s400/whaletail-26506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lisa, I hope this helps. If anyone needs any clarification on others terms, please let me know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-2880685214577495485?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/2880685214577495485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=2880685214577495485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2880685214577495485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2880685214577495485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/06/whale-tail.html' title='Whale tail...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sjfg6Jov17I/AAAAAAAAAaA/FJ4YFzWhHkM/s72-c/whaletail-46818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-580471951383241175</id><published>2009-06-16T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:01:49.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer over....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SjeyKDrWJOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/z_5Pqq4hNKM/s1600-h/photo-772895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347938968381301986" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SjeyKDrWJOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/z_5Pqq4hNKM/s320/photo-772895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well Alexa had her last soccer game of the season a couple of&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays ago and it was a bittersweet day. I was happy because they&lt;br /&gt;won their last game and the sportsmanship medal for their division,&lt;br /&gt;but sad also because that means no more pics like this one. Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;you can't tell me you don't feel the breeze or that your shirt is up&lt;br /&gt;higher than your pants! Although I have to give her credit for not&lt;br /&gt;having whale tail...but I gotta give her props on the tramp stamp! On&lt;br /&gt;the bright side both Makenzie and Alexa signed up for the next season&lt;br /&gt;that begins in a month or so, so I will be spending time at the soccer&lt;br /&gt;fields with my handy camera waiting for the perfect photo op. (Thanks&lt;br /&gt;goes out to Stephanie D. For spotting this photo op and getting me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-580471951383241175?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/580471951383241175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=580471951383241175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/580471951383241175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/580471951383241175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/06/soccer-over.html' title='Soccer over....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SjeyKDrWJOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/z_5Pqq4hNKM/s72-c/photo-772895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-7734141617051781922</id><published>2009-06-10T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:02:14.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SjADNmYaGTI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Zw25JqVCLJ4/s1600-h/photo-734771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SjADNmYaGTI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Zw25JqVCLJ4/s320/photo-734771.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345776289864882482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;How cute with an earring in....not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-7734141617051781922?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/7734141617051781922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=7734141617051781922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7734141617051781922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7734141617051781922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sh9RZW5cGkI/AAAAAAAAAZo/JU_EKw5ixRo/s320/photo-737567.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341077179169774146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-5869071633690837058?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/5869071633690837058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=5869071633690837058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5869071633690837058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5869071633690837058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-won-dance-recital-blog-race.html' title='I won the dance recital blog race...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sh9RZW5cGkI/AAAAAAAAAZo/JU_EKw5ixRo/s72-c/photo-737567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-5208516040100805243</id><published>2009-05-21T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:37:23.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny Gans...</title><content type='html'>Today was the memorial services for Danny Gans, they were really great. There were a lot of people there and a lot of local celebs. There were some great words spoken by many different people, Oscar Goodman read a proclomation naming May 21, 2009, Danny Gans Day; Steve Wynn highlighted Danny's career; Donny Osmond talked about his generousity; but the best words spoken came from his three kids, Amy, Andrew, and Emily. They each took a turn remembering thier father, hero, and Daddy. I have to admit I broke doawn and got teary a couple of times. It all just seemed so surreal sitting there in his theater without him being on stage. I have so many fond memories of Danny and the times we shared. He was always down to earth and never let his fame or fortune go to his head. He was a great friend. After the service Carla and I went to the reception, it was a small reception held in one of the meeting rooms at the Wynn. It had a great patio overlooking the golf course. It was great to see so many old friends there and to be able to talk to Julie and the kids, as well as some band members from the beginning. I also got to see Chip &amp;amp; Kathy and their 3 boys. I hadn't seen their boys for years. It was the perfect setting and atmosphere, everyone was sharing stories and memories of Danny. The hardest part for me was walking back through the casino as I was leaving and seeing the advertisement for acts that will be performing in Danny's showroom, then it hit me hard as I walked past the entrance to his showroom, that would be the last time the showroom would have an audience for Danny in it. The last time it would be used for him. I stood there in the entrance for awhile remembering him and all that he taught me about the entertainment industry. Although he will be greatly missed his legacy will live on. He definately left his mark on the Las Vegas Strip and will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Front of the program &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338519428490507714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/ShY7IrGytcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wI0e057-1Eg/s400/scan0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back of the program&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338519440922313378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/ShY7JZaxAqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/eGM6GDioe5I/s400/scan0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaron fell asleep holding Danny's video one night after being at the Stratosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338528675767536946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/ShZDi75cTTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HDAfD73kSmU/s400/scan0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaron loved Danny as a baby, he would run down the hall to the TV &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we would put his video on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338519432171275650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/ShY7I40WxYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/tb1XdvGFLM4/s400/scan0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-5208516040100805243?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/5208516040100805243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=5208516040100805243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5208516040100805243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5208516040100805243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/05/danny-gans.html' title='Danny Gans...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/ShY7IrGytcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wI0e057-1Eg/s72-c/scan0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-5825104040974228841</id><published>2009-05-20T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:32:06.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old pics of Carla and I...</title><content type='html'>Ok I was going through some old things and ran across some old photos of Carla and I from High School dances...here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Senior Prom 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/ShRLtdRDJMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/s7DcJd_Uk18/s1600-h/4277_176394745566_824675566_6824027_31846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337974702663214274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/ShRLtdRDJMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/s7DcJd_Uk18/s400/4277_176394745566_824675566_6824027_31846_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                     Sadie Hawkins 1991&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337974700610413714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/ShRLtVnn5JI/AAAAAAAAAYY/eWMB40d9pEY/s400/4277_176394740566_824675566_6824026_4263438_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Sadie Hawkins 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/ShRLs_V111I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3vBXultPeg4/s1600-h/4277_176394730566_824675566_6824025_7345521_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337974694630250322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/ShRLs_V111I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3vBXultPeg4/s400/4277_176394730566_824675566_6824025_7345521_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I will have more to post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-5825104040974228841?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/5825104040974228841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=5825104040974228841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5825104040974228841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5825104040974228841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-pics-of-carla-and-i.html' title='Old pics of Carla and I...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/ShRLtdRDJMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/s7DcJd_Uk18/s72-c/4277_176394745566_824675566_6824027_31846_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-3063150585940776963</id><published>2009-05-19T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:18:31.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Trials Lie Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- container table is 98% b/c yahoo mail needs 1% to display right --&gt; 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Wait I guess he &lt;br /&gt;wouldn't if he is still wearing jean shorts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-5073928971659368826?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/5073928971659368826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=5073928971659368826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5073928971659368826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5073928971659368826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-was-he-thinking.html' title='What was he thinking...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/ShA_vys_mHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/y6Q4a7L_Iiw/s72-c/photo-779929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4319009648293033183</id><published>2009-05-07T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:19:15.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pole dance fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/n0nf6IcUHAU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/n0nf6IcUHAU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4319009648293033183?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4319009648293033183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4319009648293033183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4319009648293033183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4319009648293033183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/05/pole-dance-fail.html' title='Pole dance fail'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-386020935949673175</id><published>2009-05-04T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:44:30.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend Forecast....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I wish the weather reporters were able to accurately predict what the weather in your personal life would be like. Mine would definitely have had a lot of high and low pressure combined with whirlwinds. Last week we pretty intense for me as I prepared myself mentally for having a teenager on Friday, I couldn’t believe that Aaron, my little boy would be turning 13 on Friday. I spent most of my drive time back and forth to work thinking about the last 13 years and all the great times I have had with him, I also couldn’t stop thinking about what the next several years will bring, dating, driving, and a mission. It was hard to comprehend where the time had went, all the things that we haven’t done yet. He is such a great son and example. So here are 13 things about my lil’ boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1.   He loves Disney.&lt;br /&gt;  2.   He isn’t so little anymore, he is taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;  3.   He is a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;  4.   He is compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;  5.   He is a good student.&lt;br /&gt;  6.   He is a good example.&lt;br /&gt;  7.   He is honest.&lt;br /&gt;  8.   He thinks he is older than he is.&lt;br /&gt;  9.   He honors his priesthood.&lt;br /&gt;  10. He loves his sisters.&lt;br /&gt;  11. He still likes to get in bed with us at night, if we let him.&lt;br /&gt;  12. Isn’t embarrassed to tell us he loves us in front of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;  13. He is the best son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was taking him to school I got a phone call asking me if I had seen the news or was listening to the radio, both of which I hadn’t done, they then proceeded to tell me that Danny Gans had passed away that morning in his sleep. It hit me like a done of bricks. I was in a little bit of shock and immediately called Carla and asked her to turn on the news and watch it and to call me back, hoping it was some big misunderstanding or cruel joke or something. I turned on my radio and gave Aaron my phone and told him to find the Lightman’s number in my phonebook. As I dropped Aaron off at school, Carla called me back to say the news confirmed the Danny had passed away. I had Hance in the car with me since I was taking him to work, I was out of it, I passed Sonic without even stopping and then stopped for gas and pulled up on the wrong side. By the time I got on the freeway my phone was in full swing, I would end one call with another one coming in as well as several texts. At one point I remember Hance asking me if I wanted him to reply to the texts. He said anything I can to to help you out, what I really think he was saying was anything I can do to help you stay focused on the road and not on your phone, I laughed at him. He commented on me not stopping at Sonic, which is a daily ritual, and told me to just take the Flamingo exit and go to the one across from The Palms. As I took the Flamingo west exit, I was flooded with memories as I saw the Rio and it marquee which use to have Danny’s face on it. So many fun times were had there. Then I saw the billboard that faces the Rio so everyone exiting the Rio on Rio Drive will look at an advertisement for Danny and the executives would remember that they no longer have him there. I remember the day that Danny got the billboard, his manager Chip called me told me about it, we laughed so hard and long. Danny was such a loving and compassionate man. He loved his family and God. I will never forget all the times that we shared and the memories that we had. He was so down to earth and easy going. As I remember Danny here is a short list of the memories that come to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1.   Danny taking Aaron backstage when he was still a baby and singing to him while I  was closing up the boxoffice.&lt;br /&gt;  2.   The lovely “going away” party he gave me when I left him at the Stratosphere, it was all part of the plan as I would join him at the Rio.&lt;br /&gt;  3.   The countless nights spent in the back of the showroom watching him onstage.&lt;br /&gt;  4.   The Superbowl party.&lt;br /&gt;  5.   The dinners at Alan Albert’s.&lt;br /&gt;  6.   His big surprise 40th bday party.&lt;br /&gt;  7.   Roller skating at Mountasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the list could go on and on, he was truly a one of a kind. You will be missed Danny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-386020935949673175?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/386020935949673175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=386020935949673175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/386020935949673175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/386020935949673175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-forecast.html' title='The Weekend Forecast....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-5778152377316163239</id><published>2009-04-25T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:30:42.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hate Teresa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfOdImYzglI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0NYPX9DCk2c/s1600-h/photo-742288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfOdImYzglI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0NYPX9DCk2c/s320/photo-742288.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328775555178529362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-5778152377316163239?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/5778152377316163239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=5778152377316163239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5778152377316163239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5778152377316163239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-hate-teresa.html' title='Don&apos;t hate Teresa...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfOdImYzglI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0NYPX9DCk2c/s72-c/photo-742288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-5261584147064509348</id><published>2009-04-24T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:50:06.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not even safe at Disneyland...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfIl_kr0eDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/6rXuzmkVFbY/s1600-h/photo-706029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfIl_kr0eDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/6rXuzmkVFbY/s320/photo-706029.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328363083242174514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-5261584147064509348?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/5261584147064509348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=5261584147064509348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5261584147064509348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5261584147064509348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-even-safe-at-disneyland.html' title='Not even safe at Disneyland...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfIl_kr0eDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/6rXuzmkVFbY/s72-c/photo-706029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1270720569778028352</id><published>2009-04-23T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:13:03.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The receipt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfB3b6ACBNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BU6wwO4qDF0/s1600-h/photo-783197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfB3b6ACBNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BU6wwO4qDF0/s320/photo-783197.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327889680488858834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-1270720569778028352?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/1270720569778028352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=1270720569778028352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1270720569778028352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1270720569778028352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/04/receipt.html' title='The receipt...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfB3b6ACBNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BU6wwO4qDF0/s72-c/photo-783197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-3575058518195586292</id><published>2009-04-23T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:03:36.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never though this would happen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfB1OJbxGVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PZ8xhb8vjyU/s1600-h/photo-716151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfB1OJbxGVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PZ8xhb8vjyU/s320/photo-716151.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327887245090298194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I got change from a $20 after filling up Carla&amp;#39;s gas guzzling beast. I  &lt;br&gt;had to post another pic of it...I may even post one of the receipt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-3575058518195586292?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/3575058518195586292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=3575058518195586292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3575058518195586292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3575058518195586292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-though-this-would-happen.html' title='Never though this would happen...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfB1OJbxGVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PZ8xhb8vjyU/s72-c/photo-716151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-7904004964884771793</id><published>2009-04-23T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:57:40.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfBz1O7UU8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/SHsPIKgJ_Fg/s1600-h/photo-760544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfBz1O7UU8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/SHsPIKgJ_Fg/s320/photo-760544.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327885717556450242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I know the picture is hard to see but thanks to Albertsons I just paid  &lt;br&gt;$0.63 per gallon for gas! It only cost me $13.55 to fill up Carla&amp;#39;s  &lt;br&gt;Tahoe...I love Albertsons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-7904004964884771793?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/7904004964884771793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=7904004964884771793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7904004964884771793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7904004964884771793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can you believe it...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SfBz1O7UU8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/SHsPIKgJ_Fg/s72-c/photo-760544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-7203888282866804221</id><published>2009-04-14T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:21:57.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok it all started a week ago today. I got a call from my Mom while I was at work, no big deal she does that a lot, but this time it wasn't to just check in or see when I was going to their taxes, she had some bad news to tell me. She called to let me know that my cousin Parker had died the night before. My Aunt just called to let her know. They were on vacation in Newport Beach when it happened. My heart sunk, I didn't know what to say or think. How could my lil' PK be gone. My thoughts turned to guilt as I thought about it and thought what Carla had proposed to me just a few days earlier, "Hey Chuckie, lets pack up and go to Newport and spend the weekend with your Aunt, Uncle, and cousins. It will be fun, lets go!" But I was thinking of the money that it would cost for the weekend and knew that we were planning our trip to Disney in just a couple of weeks. and said NO! I wish I could turn back the hands of time and say yes now. The opportunity to spend another weekend with him is now priceless and unavailable now. I kept replaying that conversation over and over in my head and wondering if I had gone would I have been able to help him, if I had gone would he still be alive, if I had gone....I was tormenting myself. Although I stayed at work all day Tuesday, I can't remember anything that I did. It is all a blur. Every night since then has been spent up at my Aunt and Uncles house trying to help them and my cousins with whatever needed to be done.  Today was Parker's funeral, it was a great service. There were so many people there that loved him and were touched by him. He was a great cousin, brother, uncle, and son. I am so thankful for the gospel of Jess Christ in my life and for the peace and knowledge that it brings to me personally. I know that I will see my cousin again and that he is now surrounded by those loved ones that passed away before him. I am so thankful for a loving, kind, and merciful Heavenly Father that in His wisdom knows the pains, trials, and suffering that we each as individuals are going through. And that He alone will be the one that judges our actions here on earth and takes everything into account. I love you PK, you will always be remembered and missed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SeUoUVbPvNI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/r3o2xiRNb18/s320/pk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324706464249396434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-7203888282866804221?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/7203888282866804221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=7203888282866804221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7203888282866804221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7203888282866804221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-week.html' title='What a week....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SeUoUVbPvNI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/r3o2xiRNb18/s72-c/pk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-8950813164341247955</id><published>2009-03-31T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:02:20.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spermatocelectomy....</title><content type='html'>Ok so it is a long word that is hard to pronounce but even more painful to go through. On Friday morning at 9am I had the spermatocelectomy procedure performed. The procedure went well and I am on the road to recovery. It is a painful road but it is progressing nicely. I am so thankful to have such great friends and family to visit and call to make sure that I have everything I need and to check up on me. I am especially grateful for my wife and kids....they have been great. Carla has been very considerate and thoughtful and has been a great nurse. The kids have been great in making sure I had what he needed and haven't complained when I have asked them to grab me things. Alexa is funny, she is always asking me if I am feeling a "little" better today and is optimistic in telling me that one day I will feel totally better. She is also quick to point out that my leg had surgery and knows which leg it is...funny girl. Makenzie is always there to put my blanket on me and give me a hug and a kiss. Aaron makes fun of me because he understands what really was operated on. He is also very helpful and has even had me lunch a couple of times. Good thing he knows how to cook good. Well here are some pics from the procedure...they are not for those with a weak stomach!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me after my first "Martini" from the anesthesiologist .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319266331965730050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdHUi9aDLQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KQosvuUh-Bs/s320/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdHUjankjII/AAAAAAAAAWw/qZB2rGZsdWM/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319266339807071362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdHUjankjII/AAAAAAAAAWw/qZB2rGZsdWM/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what was removed...ouch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319266343514366498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdHUjobdYiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bizOF9GYxAo/s320/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-8950813164341247955?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/8950813164341247955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=8950813164341247955' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/8950813164341247955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/8950813164341247955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/03/spermatocelectomy.html' title='Spermatocelectomy....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdHUi9aDLQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KQosvuUh-Bs/s72-c/IMG_0605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-7513063537771942650</id><published>2009-03-30T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:33:17.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Ortiz</title><content type='html'>Well my cousin got married this weekend...it was a little crazy at the wedding chapel. Carla was suppose to take pictures during the ceremony but when we got there we were told that NO ONE was able to take photos inside the chapel except for the chapels photographer. If you were caught taking pictures you would be escorted out of the ceremony and be charged $50 per picture. Good thing I wasn't caught since I snapped 15 pictures. Here are only a few of them. Congrats Ali and Humberto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdFH2D1-JII/AAAAAAAAAWg/xOuP1qGWh7E/s1600-h/Ali+Wedding+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319111628971451522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdFH2D1-JII/AAAAAAAAAWg/xOuP1qGWh7E/s320/Ali+Wedding+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdFH1opAxlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MQVqwnk05o4/s1600-h/Ali+Wedding+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319111621669340754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdFH1opAxlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MQVqwnk05o4/s320/Ali+Wedding+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdFH1EvWYDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwWeDkJTNnA/s1600-h/Ali+Wedding+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319111612032245810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdFH1EvWYDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwWeDkJTNnA/s320/Ali+Wedding+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdFH1Kiw8gI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0EzdyRn3Hrk/s1600-h/Ali+Wedding+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319111613590073858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdFH1Kiw8gI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0EzdyRn3Hrk/s320/Ali+Wedding+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdFH0o6Bw-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/VnFKF_Dh_9M/s1600-h/Ali+Wedding+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319111604560839650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdFH0o6Bw-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/VnFKF_Dh_9M/s320/Ali+Wedding+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-7513063537771942650?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/7513063537771942650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=7513063537771942650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7513063537771942650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7513063537771942650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-and-mrs-ortiz.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Ortiz'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SdFH2D1-JII/AAAAAAAAAWg/xOuP1qGWh7E/s72-c/Ali+Wedding+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-8494980631724786785</id><published>2009-03-15T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:14:33.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Sunday Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sb22CVm6NSI/AAAAAAAAAV4/nc9dGHkdQgQ/s1600-h/photo-773195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sb22CVm6NSI/AAAAAAAAAV4/nc9dGHkdQgQ/s320/photo-773195.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313603286643389730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-8494980631724786785?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/8494980631724786785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=8494980631724786785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/8494980631724786785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/8494980631724786785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-sunday-dinner.html' title='Fun Sunday Dinner'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sb22CVm6NSI/AAAAAAAAAV4/nc9dGHkdQgQ/s72-c/photo-773195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-3795021302935078862</id><published>2009-03-11T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:24:44.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nascar Weekend and Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I know that Carla already posted about our dinner out during NASCAR weekend what she didn't post were the pictures from it...since I was the one taking them. So here you go, there is something about the sport of NASCAR that brings out the classiest women....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312058671247120978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sbg5N4232lI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5baJyyj3Em0/s320/Misc+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312058674951444562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sbg5OGqDWFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Y7S4XFZcRW0/s320/Misc+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312058685586426162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sbg5OuRoSTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_Do6n2U5u3M/s320/Misc+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we would not of been able to sit at this table in the resturant with this excellent view if it weren't for the generosity of this classy lady and her husband....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312059356226968290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sbg51wmy2uI/AAAAAAAAAVw/5kC6Yfisk2g/s320/Misc+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanks for all the laughs that night Mark and Teresa...and for letting us sit with you at your table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-3795021302935078862?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/3795021302935078862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=3795021302935078862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3795021302935078862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3795021302935078862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/03/nascar-weekend-and-dinner.html' title='Nascar Weekend and Dinner'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/Sbg5N4232lI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5baJyyj3Em0/s72-c/Misc+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-5541188813125782661</id><published>2009-03-03T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:14:43.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't pass this one up...</title><content type='html'>PSALM 2008-2012: FIRST BOOK OF DEMOCRAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBAMA IS MY SHEPHERD, I SHALL NOT WANT.&lt;br /&gt;HE LEADETH ME BESIDE STILL FACTORIES.&lt;br /&gt;HE RESTORETH MY FAITH IN THE REPUBLICAN PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;HE GUIDETH ME IN THE PATH OF UNEMPLOYMENT.&lt;br /&gt;YEA, THOUGH I WALK THROUGHT THE VALLEY OF THE BREAD LINE,&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL NOT GO HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;OBAMA HAS ANOINTED MY INCOME WITH TAXES,&lt;br /&gt;MY EXPENSES RUNNETH OVER MY INCOME,&lt;br /&gt;SURELY, POVERTY AND HARD LIVING WILL FOLLOW ME ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE. THE DEMOCRATS AND I WILL LIVE FOREVER IN A RENTED HOME.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM GLAD I AM AN AMERICAN,&lt;br /&gt;I AM GLAD THAT I AM FREE.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WISH I WAS A DOG&lt;br /&gt;AND OBAMA WAS A TREE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-5541188813125782661?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/5541188813125782661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=5541188813125782661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5541188813125782661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5541188813125782661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-couldnt-pass-this-one-up.html' title='I couldn&apos;t pass this one up...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-8095877514022183574</id><published>2009-02-24T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:32:14.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I have been debating on wether or not to get personalized license plates and if I got them what they would say. I thought about my name but CHUCKIE is already taken so is CHUCKY so I thought of CHUCK1E. I also thought of KUCKIE, since that is what Timmy calls me since he can't make the "ch" sound. I was thinking about it the other day on my way into work and I had the thought of opening it up to a contest to see who can give me the best plate name. If you want you can go to the&lt;a href="https://dmvapp.state.nv.us/PlateAV/PlateAV_Input.aspx"&gt; DMV&lt;/a&gt; website and see if it is available the max is 7 characters, they also have a few other rules like nothing vulgar. I have a 2004 PT Cruiser that is a bright blue. Whoever wins the contest will get a prize. Have fun...I can't wait to see what everyone sends in! Here are a couple of pics to help get your creative juices flowing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306402229701484098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SaQgtqCynkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/G7JD5HzAbM8/s320/pt+back.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306402216537156322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SaQgs5AK6uI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1QQf0rB3R7Y/s320/pt+side.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306402202254959282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SaQgsDzB4rI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1HWKvF44fgQ/s320/pt+front.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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title='Contest...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SaQgtqCynkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/G7JD5HzAbM8/s72-c/pt+back.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-3598669743008531651</id><published>2009-02-21T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:43:39.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SaDX-z8bbdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/RqnUExPUhok/s1600-h/photo-719913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SaDX-z8bbdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/RqnUExPUhok/s320/photo-719913.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305477835137969618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-3598669743008531651?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/3598669743008531651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=3598669743008531651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3598669743008531651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3598669743008531651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SaDX-z8bbdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/RqnUExPUhok/s72-c/photo-719913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1695895660680338271</id><published>2009-02-14T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:39:32.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got to love Eagle projects...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SZcB1ISe1dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/S4DxBRirC14/s1600-h/photo-772811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SZcB1ISe1dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/S4DxBRirC14/s320/photo-772811.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302709098521744850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-1695895660680338271?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/1695895660680338271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=1695895660680338271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1695895660680338271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1695895660680338271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-to-love-eagle-projects.html' title='Got to love Eagle projects...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SZcB1ISe1dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/S4DxBRirC14/s72-c/photo-772811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-9063571936949167459</id><published>2009-02-04T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:59:14.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is going on....</title><content type='html'>Feb. 04, 2009 Copyright © Las Vegas Review-Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire destroys Logandale Mormon church&lt;br /&gt;By MAGGIE LILLIS&lt;br /&gt;LAS VEGAS REVIEW-JOURNAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mormon church in Logandale was destroyed by fire early today.&lt;br /&gt;No one was in the building around 4:10 a.m. when volunteer firefighters were alerted to heavy smoke and fire coming from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints at 3245 N. Moapa Valley Blvd., Clark County Fire Department spokesman Scott Allison said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke and fire were so thick that crews could only battle the blaze from outside the building, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No injuries were reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side office building containing the bishop's offices and church records were not harmed in the fire, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison said the Mormon church was one of the oldest buildings in the town, about 50 miles northeast of Las Vegas. It was built by the community in 1951, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No damage estimate was available this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-9063571936949167459?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/9063571936949167459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=9063571936949167459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/9063571936949167459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/9063571936949167459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-going-on.html' title='What is going on....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-460195021947266888</id><published>2009-02-04T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:57:01.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard makes his debut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299001840179100914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SYnWGSwEPPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dmaK02O2TAQ/s320/goofgumm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok I am only joking that isn't Richard! But seriously what was this guy thinking?! And although I wish I could claim this as an original photo taken by me I cant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-460195021947266888?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/460195021947266888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=460195021947266888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/460195021947266888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/460195021947266888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/02/richard-makes-his-debut.html' title='Richard makes his debut...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SYnWGSwEPPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dmaK02O2TAQ/s72-c/goofgumm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1754341223814430540</id><published>2009-02-04T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:53:15.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile blog test</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SYmr2-9flRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/we0YqlQaf5k/s1600-h/photo-795259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SYmr2-9flRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/we0YqlQaf5k/s320/photo-795259.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298955397680305426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is just a random pic to test out mobile blogging from an iPhone.  &lt;br&gt;Thanks for your help Lisa but it is completely different for the  &lt;br&gt;iPhone because they don&amp;#39;t have MMS capability. I think it is easier.  &lt;br&gt;Thanks though, you got me in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-1754341223814430540?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/1754341223814430540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=1754341223814430540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1754341223814430540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1754341223814430540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/02/mobile-blog-test.html' title='Mobile blog test'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SYmr2-9flRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/we0YqlQaf5k/s72-c/photo-795259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-2970854790488274718</id><published>2009-01-22T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:30:39.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makenzie Lauren...</title><content type='html'>Today is her birthday, I can't believe she is already 9!!! Where has the time gone. She is turning out to be a great sister and daughter. She is a little cutie. So in honor of her special day here is a list of 9...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to be held and snuggled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She still gets in bed with us almost ever morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has a great laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She will still give me a hug and kiss in front of other people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She puts the a#* in sASSy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is always on the go doing something or playing with someone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is usually a good big sister (she is still working on the little sister part)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is still my MonkeyButt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is Daddy's Little Princess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you, MonkeyButt!!!! Thank you for being you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-2970854790488274718?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/2970854790488274718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=2970854790488274718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2970854790488274718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2970854790488274718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/01/makenzie-lauren.html' title='Makenzie Lauren...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1906817948836748969</id><published>2009-01-21T15:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:26:48.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Prayer Gets Some Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/T7pkxMm80Zk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/T7pkxMm80Zk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When did prayers become part of stand up comedy? This guy is a joke! Just what we have to look forward to for the next 4 years! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-1906817948836748969?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/1906817948836748969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=1906817948836748969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1906817948836748969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1906817948836748969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/01/closing-prayer-gets-some-laughs.html' title='Closing Prayer Gets Some Laughs'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-3694744976849374633</id><published>2009-01-20T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:56:23.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaped Convict...</title><content type='html'>A man escapes from a prison where he's been locked up for 15years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns. Inside, he finds a young couple in bed. He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While  tying the homeowner's wife to the bed, the convict gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up and goes downstairs.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he's out, the husband whispers over to his wife: 'Listen, this guy is an escaped convict. Look at hisclothes! He's probably spent a lot of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck.If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain...   do whatever he tells you.   Satisfy him no matter how much henauseates you. This guy is obviously very dangerous.  If he gets angry, he'll kill us both. Be strong, honey. I loveyou!'            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife responds: 'He wasn't kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear.  He told me that he's gay, thinks you're cute, and asked if we had any vaseline. I told him it was downstairs in the bathroom. Be strong honey. I love you, too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-3694744976849374633?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/3694744976849374633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=3694744976849374633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3694744976849374633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3694744976849374633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/01/escaped-convict.html' title='Escaped Convict...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-8945186781957455653</id><published>2009-01-09T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:33:22.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our future....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b390a04f77f0eb0b" 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://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db390a04f77f0eb0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330432663%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D745D036A8C145ECBE903F20EF1B0B604ED53DCC5.346E3677A9AA39081D6918902600E7825DDDBA59%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db390a04f77f0eb0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDmBqGsbPqv-oNQ7NX0Xte81nsWo&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://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db390a04f77f0eb0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330432663%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D745D036A8C145ECBE903F20EF1B0B604ED53DCC5.346E3677A9AA39081D6918902600E7825DDDBA59%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db390a04f77f0eb0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDmBqGsbPqv-oNQ7NX0Xte81nsWo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-8945186781957455653?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b390a04f77f0eb0b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/8945186781957455653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=8945186781957455653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/8945186781957455653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/8945186781957455653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-future.html' title='Our future....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-331559138519971665</id><published>2009-01-07T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:53:18.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly...</title><content type='html'>Well I just thought that since it is a new year that I should clean up all the photos on my phone to make room for all the great iPhone Moments of 2009. But I couldn't just let some of them go with out sharing...so here is my last photos from 2008...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Good:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEeF4-FWI/AAAAAAAAATs/T-WaxYqut78/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288638252440229218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEeF4-FWI/AAAAAAAAATs/T-WaxYqut78/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(No idea why Alexa was so excited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEdwZthEI/AAAAAAAAATk/19Qjlqg-yfg/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288638246671975490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEdwZthEI/AAAAAAAAATk/19Qjlqg-yfg/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (What a cutie infront of our Christmas Tree)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288638219473134562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEcLFAI-I/AAAAAAAAATU/xJv7Rzayl44/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Alexa and Sam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEdIut68I/AAAAAAAAATc/a-yVnMLEz1c/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288638236022664130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEdIut68I/AAAAAAAAATc/a-yVnMLEz1c/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (My Sista Ticia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ugly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288637863960149586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEHesGflI/AAAAAAAAATE/jAWpLKQNC8Y/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Had to see but she was in a Hoveround on her way to Church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288637867513105986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEHr7MTkI/AAAAAAAAATM/S-1GjwP_bD8/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Here I come, I'll go to church with you. Can I ride on the back of the Hoveround)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEHAuVi8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/txsd8Uil-2Y/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288637855916460994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEHAuVi8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/txsd8Uil-2Y/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Is that an undercover mullet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEGSo6BOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ykMEi45GSiw/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288637843545654498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEGSo6BOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ykMEi45GSiw/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Yes it is...gotta love Wal-Mart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEGOKZ2AI/AAAAAAAAASs/cWr2as6E8EU/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288637842343974914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEGOKZ2AI/AAAAAAAAASs/cWr2as6E8EU/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Another Wal-Mart shopper...her eye make-up was scary, I almost called Jen Rose to the rescue. But the lady was mental, she kept laughing at herself!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I hope you enjoyed these as much as I did. Hopefully 2009 will bring us some more wonderful blog posts. I also plan on keeping my record of not getting caught while taking these pictures (can you say the same Lisa?). Hope everyone had a great Holiday Season and has a very bright and wonderful New Year!&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-331559138519971665?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/331559138519971665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=331559138519971665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/331559138519971665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/331559138519971665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWUEeF4-FWI/AAAAAAAAATs/T-WaxYqut78/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-884076036512817146</id><published>2009-01-07T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:21:10.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Johnny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Friday morning, and that meant it was time for an activity that the teacher called 'add to the picture'. The teacher would call students to the chalkboard one at a time. The first student would draw an object on the chalkboard, and each following student would add something to the picture to make it a new picture. The teacher called on James to start things off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288616499154989490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWTwr4lnMbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/U-Qbw6jgLqU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James returned to his seat. The teacher called on Ernie next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288616677330754706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWTw2QWBnJI/AAAAAAAAASE/Qfmwfoc2Wqc/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Ernie returned to his seat. Now it was Suzy's turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288616891309449794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWTxCtehYkI/AAAAAAAAASM/EHwui6s8GG4/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suzy returned to her seat. Next, the teacher called Jerry to the board. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288617054101782466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWTxML7PP8I/AAAAAAAAASU/r9IvFa_K8PQ/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Jerry returned to his seat. Kim was called to the board. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288617267339725266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWTxYmTICdI/AAAAAAAAASc/m86lXF3lLG8/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim returned to her seat. About this time, little Johnny began waving his arm hys teri cally. Little Johnny was well known for being off center, so the teacher was reluctant to call on him for anything. But as the teacher looked at the picture on the chalkboard, she thought that there was no way that little Johnny could possibly do anything to make this picture dirty. So she called on little Johnny, and he ran to the chalkboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288617382647030642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWTxfT2h43I/AAAAAAAAASk/ZfrXihU-1U0/s320/untitled6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire class erupted with laughter... The Teacher fainted. Little Johnny had done it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-884076036512817146?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/884076036512817146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=884076036512817146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/884076036512817146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/884076036512817146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-johnny.html' title='Little Johnny...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SWTwr4lnMbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/U-Qbw6jgLqU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-391213695692503305</id><published>2009-01-07T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:09:42.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Love...</title><content type='html'>An 80 year old husband is in his back yard is trying to fly a kite. He throws the kite up in the air, the wind catches it for a few seconds, then it comes crashing back down to earth.  He tries this a few more times with no success.  All the while, his wife is watching from the kitchen window, muttering to herself how men need to be told how to do everything.  She opens the window and yells to her husband, 'You need a piece of tail.'  The man turns with a confused look on his face and says, 'Make up your mind.  Last night, you told me to go fly a kite.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-391213695692503305?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/391213695692503305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=391213695692503305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/391213695692503305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/391213695692503305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-love.html' title='Old Love...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4838435761283599080</id><published>2008-12-15T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:14:36.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been how long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So 19 years ago yesterday Carla and I started officially dating. We have definitely been through a lot the past 19 years and I am sure we have a lot more ahead of us. The best part about it is that we have each other by our sides to go through it with together. I know that we have a lets call it “unique” relationship compared to others with our sarcastic quick-witted comments to one another but at the end of the day, I do love you and love that you are my wife. So to celebrate our 19 years of dating I thought I’d do a list of the 19 things that I love about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Your smile&lt;br /&gt;  2. Your laugh&lt;br /&gt;  3. Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;  4. Your sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;  5. Your honesty&lt;br /&gt;  6. The calming effect you have on me&lt;br /&gt;  7. Your womanly finesse&lt;br /&gt;  8. How Spiritual you can be&lt;br /&gt;  9. Your sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;10. Your kiss&lt;br /&gt;11. Your touch&lt;br /&gt;12. Your willingness to drive&lt;br /&gt;13. Your outlook on life&lt;br /&gt;14. Your support&lt;br /&gt;15. Looking into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;16. Holding hands&lt;br /&gt;17. Your not afraid to speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;18. Your natural beauty&lt;br /&gt;19. You…I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the best 19 years of my life. I am so glad that you said yes so many years ago. Actually I think you checked yes. I am so thankful that I have you and that we have stuck together through all our ups and downs. I love you!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4838435761283599080?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4838435761283599080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4838435761283599080' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4838435761283599080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4838435761283599080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-how-long.html' title='Its been how long...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-6329364535412656416</id><published>2008-12-13T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:21:39.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>larry the cable guy christmas carols</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zXkSEcCwU8A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zXkSEcCwU8A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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carols'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-5384754821489221588</id><published>2008-12-13T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:15:59.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Sandler - Chanukah Song Part 3 (HQ)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/TFb25Lic6Go' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/TFb25Lic6Go'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(HQ)'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1664158697064103847</id><published>2008-12-13T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:12:43.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chanukah Song (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/neg0DCKdI8k' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/neg0DCKdI8k'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2)'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-946814110792794979</id><published>2008-12-13T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:09:28.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Sandler original Chanukah (Hanukkah) Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Vrd9p47MPHg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Vrd9p47MPHg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Christmas'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1505887815874302769</id><published>2008-12-08T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:19:45.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will cut you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jZkdcYlOn5M' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jZkdcYlOn5M'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok Carla has been using the pharse, "I will cut you" for years without knowing this video exsisted. This video is hilarious though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-1505887815874302769?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/1505887815874302769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=1505887815874302769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1505887815874302769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1505887815874302769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-cut-you.html' title='I will cut you...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-3191075004150811485</id><published>2008-12-08T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:18:23.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail Salon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SsWrY77o77o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SsWrY77o77o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is so funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-3191075004150811485?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/3191075004150811485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=3191075004150811485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3191075004150811485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3191075004150811485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/12/nail-salon.html' title='Nail Salon...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-3627531855681751162</id><published>2008-12-05T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:10:13.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Me Elmo...</title><content type='html'>There is a factory in Northern Minnesota which makes the Tickle Me Elmo toy. The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Lena is hired at The Tickle Me Elmo factory and she reports for her first day promptly at 8:00 am. The next day at 8:45 am there is a knock at the Personnel Manager's door. The Foreman throws open the door and begins to rant about the new employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He complains that she is incredibly slow and the whole line is backing up, putting the entire production line behind schedule. The Personnel Manager decides he should see this for himself, so the 2 men march down to the factory floor...When they get there the line is so backed up that there are Tickle Me Elmo's all over the factory floor and they're really beginning to pile up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the line stands Lena surrounded by mountains of Tickle Me Elmo's. She has a roll of plush Red fabric and a huge bag of small marbles. The 2 men watch in amazement as she cuts a little piece of fabric, wraps it around two marbles and begins to carefully sew the little package between Elmo's legs. The Personnel Manager bursts into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several minutes of hysterics he pulls himself together and approaches Lena ... 'I'm sorry,' he says to her, barely able to keep a straight face, 'but I think you misunderstood the instructions I gave you yesterday...''Your job is to give Elmo two test tickles."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-3627531855681751162?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/3627531855681751162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=3627531855681751162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3627531855681751162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3627531855681751162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/12/tickle-me-elmo.html' title='Tickle Me Elmo...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-5249186258680983936</id><published>2008-12-01T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:52:13.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Photos from my phone...</title><content type='html'>I forgot how much fun it was to have a camera on my cell phone since I went so long without one. I sure was missing the good ol' days of being able to snap pics of people I saw out in public. Well thanks to my new phone I am able to do it again and ask, "What the Crap?!" so here goes the first round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one was taken at Best Buy on Black Friday. Seriously why would you bent all that in someones face? Plus it looked like she may have wet herself!                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274861736246002034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/STQSzTw-QXI/AAAAAAAAARU/fv0OUFlQ34U/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You gotta love the sassy Grandma hair. This was a pretty scary sight in person...don't believe me go to the Sam's Club on Craig and Losee and see it in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274861749914465282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/STQS0GrydAI/AAAAAAAAARc/mjLKC3rDYDw/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mark Ruesch for spotting out this lovely Grandma prostitute. Yes that is a skirt and if you can zoom in you can see MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274861749380584290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/STQS0EsgE2I/AAAAAAAAARk/ZaaxouLFtXk/s320/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I tried zooming in for you and you can barely see it but look close and you can see something below the skirt line! I am just thankful she decided to wear panties that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274861751318086194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/STQS0L6cAjI/AAAAAAAAARs/T_R0dbjLz0o/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And the winner of this round is the following...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274861756409387410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/STQS0e4TGZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GeYu_bZMXJs/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can't tell me she couldn't feel the draft!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hope you all enjoyed this round of What the Crap?! Tune in again you never know who or what you might find!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-5249186258680983936?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/5249186258680983936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=5249186258680983936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5249186258680983936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5249186258680983936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-photos-from-my-phone.html' title='Random Photos from my phone...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/STQSzTw-QXI/AAAAAAAAARU/fv0OUFlQ34U/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-6513656924310519909</id><published>2008-11-03T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:03:06.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little police humor....</title><content type='html'>To all my officer friends out there, just thought you might get a kick out of this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Phillips, an elderly man, from Meridian, Mississippi, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he'd left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window.. George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He phoned the police, who asked 'Is someone in your house?' He said 'No,' but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the police dispatcher said 'All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be  along when one is available.'  George said, 'Okay.' He hung up the phone and counted to 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he phoned the police again.  'Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot them.' and he hung up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips' residence, and caught the burglars red-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Policemen said to George, 'I thought you said that you'd shot them!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George said, 'I thought you said there was nobody available!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-6513656924310519909?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/6513656924310519909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=6513656924310519909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6513656924310519909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6513656924310519909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-police-humor.html' title='A little police humor....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-608972008653072633</id><published>2008-10-31T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:04:11.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SQuO1gnAjNI/AAAAAAAAARM/XppPmbM9aTA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263457639450315986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SQuO1gnAjNI/AAAAAAAAARM/XppPmbM9aTA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-608972008653072633?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/608972008653072633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=608972008653072633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/608972008653072633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/608972008653072633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SQuO1gnAjNI/AAAAAAAAARM/XppPmbM9aTA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-3011407463420851490</id><published>2008-10-31T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:12:36.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election 2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/61wj4tJICcc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/61wj4tJICcc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-3011407463420851490?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/3011407463420851490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=3011407463420851490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3011407463420851490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3011407463420851490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/10/election-2008.html' title='Election 2008...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-2681006441556744646</id><published>2008-10-14T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:22:43.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 years....</title><content type='html'>Well it has been 13 years now that Carla and I have been married. It is hard to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it has been that long, even harder to think that we have been together for almost 19 years. In celebration of 13 years here is a list of 13 memories from our marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The death grip you had on me at the alter and you whispering under your breath, "just say I do, nothing else!" (I told her I was going to say something like I guess or I reckon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The look on your face when I removed your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;garter&lt;/span&gt; belt. (When I pulled it off I held up a red lace g-string)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The look on your face as we held each one of our three kids for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kneeling across from you in the temple and being sealed to you for time and all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The traditions that we have started as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our anniversary trip to Magic Mountain and the time we spent on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The look in your eyes and the smirky grin you get when you are up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fun we have when pranking others. (Like the neighborhood war with the Rhoads &amp;amp; Hollingsworths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The nights when we've just stayed home and laid in bed watching a movie with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The family trips your Mom would go on with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The car accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way you baby me and hold me when I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That we slept in seperate beds on our wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you so much! Thank you for the last 13 years and I can't wait for many more. You are a great wife. I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-2681006441556744646?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/2681006441556744646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=2681006441556744646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2681006441556744646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2681006441556744646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/10/13-years.html' title='13 years....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-9660277524750696</id><published>2008-10-13T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:32:27.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Chili's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok so while we were eating dinner Friday night we ended up having a Warren Jeffs family sit behind us. Carla and I couldn't get a good view because our backs were towards them and the back of our booth was pretty high, but Mark and Teresa had a great view. Carla and I tried getting a good pic with out them noticing which was hard because we couldn't see what we were taking a picture of. It was pretty funny, we would hold our phones up and act like we were showing something to M &amp;amp; T and they would let us know when we had a good shot. Here is the best one that I was able to get...I am sure it may end up on the uglyblog, but who knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256692356183258850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SPOF2MfQduI/AAAAAAAAARE/2Y1qXUwNOxA/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We kept trying to decide if this was a daughter or a wife...I think we finally agreed that it was a daughter, but a soon bride to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-9660277524750696?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/9660277524750696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=9660277524750696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/9660277524750696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/9660277524750696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner-at-chilis.html' title='Dinner at Chili&apos;s'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SPOF2MfQduI/AAAAAAAAARE/2Y1qXUwNOxA/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-410367674285776554</id><published>2008-10-11T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:25:41.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hookermart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well last night Carla and I went out to dinner with Mark and Teresa. After dinner we ran to Wal-Mart so they could grab some snacks for the soccer game in the morning. Well the clientele of the Wal-Mart across from Sam's Town has sure gone down hill. We saw more hookers and tramps than anything. I even asked the cashier if you were able to put one on lay-a-way. I was getting a little frustrated since I wasn't able to get a pic of one with my cellphone camera...for some reason I never had it out when they walked by. Well that was until Mark pointed out this beauty checking out behind us...I couldn't resist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255948309708713970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SPDhI_YAr_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ut5-ykk3ScI/s400/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-410367674285776554?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/410367674285776554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=410367674285776554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/410367674285776554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/410367674285776554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/10/hookermart.html' title='Hookermart...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SPDhI_YAr_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ut5-ykk3ScI/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-392337355255566245</id><published>2008-10-06T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:40:00.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Bvou2XxB5Cs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Bvou2XxB5Cs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-392337355255566245?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/392337355255566245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=392337355255566245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/392337355255566245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/392337355255566245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you_06.html' title='I love you...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-289920297373537031</id><published>2008-10-06T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:47:56.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss...</title><content type='html'>…the fun times.&lt;br /&gt;…the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;…your smile.&lt;br /&gt;…the spontaneous things we use to do.&lt;br /&gt;…gazing in each other eyes.&lt;br /&gt;…holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;…the feeling of nothing bad could ever happen when we were in each others arms.&lt;br /&gt;…you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-289920297373537031?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/289920297373537031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=289920297373537031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/289920297373537031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/289920297373537031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-7342680472352176784</id><published>2008-10-04T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:02:53.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time...</title><content type='html'>Well tonight was another first for me...Aaron was able to go to the General Priesthood meeting with me tonight. It was really cool having him there with me. They had a choir of missionaries singing and I could only think that in 7 years that could be Aaron up there signing. It is crazy how fast time goes by. I remember when he was born and thinking how long it would be until he was baptized, and then after he was baptized thinking dang in four years he will be a Deacon, and now in seven he will be a missionary. I am glad that I had the chance to spend some quality time with him tonight. Afterwards we ended up going to dinner at Olive Garden and meeting up with Hance and Mason. It was a great way to end a wonderful night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-7342680472352176784?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/7342680472352176784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=7342680472352176784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7342680472352176784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7342680472352176784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-time.html' title='My first time...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4206077677564421307</id><published>2008-10-04T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:04:21.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can I Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/cmZI8acGm9g' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/cmZI8acGm9g'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just thought I'd share this song I heard for the first time. I really like, hope you do also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4206077677564421307?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4206077677564421307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4206077677564421307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4206077677564421307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4206077677564421307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-can-i-be.html' title='How Can I Be...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-8049316359244657385</id><published>2008-09-22T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:44:50.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alexa....</title><content type='html'>Ok you are 5 now and what a little cutie you are. I love that you know how to get what you want and pretend to like your mother more than me. (Ok I know it isn't an act!) So here are 5 things about Alexa now that she is 5 (this will be much easier than Carla's 35):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You still love to say family prayers everynight.&lt;br /&gt;2. You have the cutest smile.&lt;br /&gt;3. You know how to use that attitude.&lt;br /&gt;4. You love going to your firends to play.&lt;br /&gt;5. You still get in bed and snuggle up next to me at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Alexa...Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-8049316359244657385?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/8049316359244657385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=8049316359244657385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/8049316359244657385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/8049316359244657385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-alexa.html' title='Happy Birthday Alexa....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-6019283147444386111</id><published>2008-09-15T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:18:13.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARLA...</title><content type='html'>Ok so the post is a day late but at least it is a post…Happy Birthday Carla! Hope you had a great day yesterday. Let’s see if I can get through this list of 35 things about you now that you are 35…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.      You are a great Mom.&lt;br /&gt;2.      You are quick witted.&lt;br /&gt;3.      You have a smart mouth.&lt;br /&gt;4.      You think quickly on your feet (and on your butt).&lt;br /&gt;5.      You have a great smile.&lt;br /&gt;6.      You are a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;7.      You are a great listener.&lt;br /&gt;8.      You have a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;9.      You are shy around new people. (I know that is hard to believe but it is true!)&lt;br /&gt;10.  You have an awesome husband.&lt;br /&gt;11.  You don’t like to be the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;12.  You hate having birthday parties for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;13.  You aren’t afraid to speak your mind.&lt;br /&gt;14.  You don’t like to snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;15.  You are involved with our kids’ lives.&lt;br /&gt;16.  You are a bargain shopper.&lt;br /&gt;17.   You love to play games.&lt;br /&gt;18.  You are a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;19.  You are compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;20.  You are beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;21.  You always get what you want…not always when you want it, but you usually end up with it.&lt;br /&gt;22.  You know me better than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;23.  You aren’t always predictable.&lt;br /&gt;24.  You are great in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;25.  You can sleep in forever.&lt;br /&gt;26.  You can stay up late at night.&lt;br /&gt;27.  You can burp on demand.&lt;br /&gt;28.  You aren’t afraid to burp or fart in public. (Don’t know if that is a good thing.)&lt;br /&gt;29.  You are Spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;30.  You have an iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;31.  You love going to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;32.  You are sentimental about the right things.&lt;br /&gt;33.  You are passionate.&lt;br /&gt;34.  You love me unconditionally (most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;35.  You are perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-6019283147444386111?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/6019283147444386111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=6019283147444386111' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6019283147444386111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6019283147444386111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-carla.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARLA...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-8650094905868042684</id><published>2008-08-23T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:01:05.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No...what...I can't believe it....</title><content type='html'>LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - The release date for the sixth Harry Potter movie, "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince," was pushed back on Thursday to July 2009 from its original slot in November 2008, movie studio Warner Bros. said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eight-month change in the opening date to July 17, 2009, is expected to disappoint millions of Harry Potter fans around the world who have already been waiting more than a year to watch the next big-screen installment in the international literary and film phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;Trailers for "Half-Blood Prince" began running last week in advance of the expected November movie release worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner Bros., a unit of Time Warner Inc, said it had decided to make the change to bolster its release schedule for the lucrative summer moviegoing season -- a period that can account for as much as 40 percent of Hollywood's annual box office receipts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner Bros. President Alan Horn said the studio was also still feeling repercussions from the three-month Hollywood screenwriters strike that ended in February but has "impacted the readiness of scripts for other films."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know the summer season is an ideal window for a family ... release, as proven by the success of our last Harry Potter film, which is the second-highest grossing film in the franchise, behind only the first installment," Horn said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The studio said the change of date would not alter production plans for the final, two-part Potter movie adventure, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." The release date for part one is tentatively set for November 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deathly Hallows," the seventh and last story from British author J.K. Rowling about the boy wizard and his friends at Hogwarts School, was published in July 2007. The series has sold an estimated 400 million copies, and the books have been translated into more than 60 languages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-8650094905868042684?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/8650094905868042684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=8650094905868042684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/8650094905868042684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/8650094905868042684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/08/nowhati-cant-believe-it.html' title='No...what...I can&apos;t believe it....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-2819036406839156532</id><published>2008-08-20T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:00:19.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to go Bud Green....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SKzaIMFH9YI/AAAAAAAAALs/_hemwlF33tQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236800300941571458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SKzaIMFH9YI/AAAAAAAAALs/_hemwlF33tQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-2819036406839156532?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/2819036406839156532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=2819036406839156532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2819036406839156532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2819036406839156532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/08/way-to-go-bud-green.html' title='Way to go Bud Green....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SKzaIMFH9YI/AAAAAAAAALs/_hemwlF33tQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-5772848127858724706</id><published>2008-08-16T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:36:54.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance....</title><content type='html'>Ok just thought I would do a quick little update...this afternoon as I was getting ready Alexa was laying on my bed and I was listening to my ipod and she jumped up and put an earpiece in and started listening. Garth Brook's The Dance had just started playing and she wrapped her arms around my neck and started to dance with me. About half way through the song she lifted up her legs so that I would have to hold her while we danced. When the song was over I set back on the bed and she said, "Now you need to spin me." I spinned her and then started to walk off to finish getting ready and she said, "Dad, you didn't give me a kiss." So I went back and gave her a kiss and she hugged me and left the room. It is times like that that I am so lucky to have little girls. I love them...plus they have me wrapped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-5772848127858724706?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/5772848127858724706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=5772848127858724706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5772848127858724706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5772848127858724706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/08/dance.html' title='The Dance....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-2820604285086054983</id><published>2008-08-15T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:22:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait till November....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jwNpg_xj6ck' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jwNpg_xj6ck'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-2820604285086054983?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/2820604285086054983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=2820604285086054983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2820604285086054983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2820604285086054983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-wait-till-november.html' title='Can&amp;#39;t wait till November....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-7984760416783128324</id><published>2008-08-02T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T08:53:04.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding Politics 101....</title><content type='html'>A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way:&lt;br /&gt;I am the head of the family, so call me The President..&lt;br /&gt;Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government.&lt;br /&gt;We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People.&lt;br /&gt;The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class.&lt;br /&gt;And your baby brother, we will call him the Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about that and see if it makes sense.' So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother a sleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the little boy say's to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy replies, 'The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-7984760416783128324?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/7984760416783128324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=7984760416783128324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7984760416783128324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7984760416783128324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/08/understanding-politics-101.html' title='Understanding Politics 101....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4243941917513935654</id><published>2008-07-29T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:02:30.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then the fight started...</title><content type='html'>After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for&lt;br /&gt;Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to&lt;br /&gt;verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at&lt;br /&gt;home.  I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home&lt;br /&gt;and come back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, 'That&lt;br /&gt;silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social&lt;br /&gt;Security application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the&lt;br /&gt;Social Security office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten&lt;br /&gt;disability, too'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I&lt;br /&gt;kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby&lt;br /&gt;table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife asked, 'Do you know her?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to&lt;br /&gt;drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she&lt;br /&gt;hasn't been sober since.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My God!' says my wife, 'Who would think a person could go on celebrating&lt;br /&gt;that long?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rear-ended a car this morning.&lt;br /&gt;So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out&lt;br /&gt;of his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just&lt;br /&gt;seem funny? Yeah, well I couldn't believe it.... he was a DWARF!!!&lt;br /&gt;He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted, 'I AM NOT&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I looked down at him and said, 'Well, then which one are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.&lt;br /&gt;She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel&lt;br /&gt;horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a&lt;br /&gt;compliment.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4243941917513935654?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4243941917513935654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4243941917513935654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4243941917513935654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4243941917513935654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-then-fight-started.html' title='And then the fight started...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1505430109278427459</id><published>2008-07-17T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:11:45.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave a memory....</title><content type='html'>Ok not sure if I really want to do this since I have left some pretty great memories out there with people but what the heck it should be fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a fun little game...Leave a comment on my blog of a memory that you and I have had together. It doesn't matter if you've known me for a short time, or a long time, anything you remember! Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-1505430109278427459?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/1505430109278427459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=1505430109278427459' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1505430109278427459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1505430109278427459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/07/leave-memory.html' title='Leave a memory....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-6398181457248710171</id><published>2008-07-08T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:19:24.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An E-mail from Ireland....</title><content type='html'>An email from Ireland to their brethren in the States...a point to ponder despite your political affiliation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We, in Ireland, can't figure out why people are even bothering to hold an election in the United States.  On one side, you have a pants wearing lawyer, married to a lawyer who can't keep his pants on, who just lost a long and heated primary against a lawyer who goes to the wrong church who is married to yet another lawyer who doesn't even like the country her husband wants to run.  Now...On the other side, you have a nice old war hero whose name starts with the appropriate Mc terminology married to a good looking younger woman who owns a beer distributorship. What in Lords name are you lads thinking over there in the colonies??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it tothe Irish to solve our problem for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-6398181457248710171?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/6398181457248710171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=6398181457248710171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6398181457248710171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6398181457248710171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-mail-from-ireland.html' title='An E-mail from Ireland....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1264739424084144538</id><published>2008-07-07T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:38:08.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One event down and one to go....</title><content type='html'>Well Aaron made it home finally and it is good to have him back. He had a great time and I think he would like to go back to South Carolina. He said that South Carolina was  so relaxing, quiet, and he just enjoyed being able to run and play with his cousins. He did take over 400 pictures of his trip...but the dork is only in one of them and that is a group picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he is home safe it is time to concentrate on Scout Camp...we leave in 12 days. Most of the work is already done but it is all the last minute details that run through my mind. Making sure we have the nightly devotionals planned and scheduled and have everything that we need for them. The letters written to the parents and all the permission slips, medical releases, and camp physicals all accounted for. Oh yeah can't forget about the white shirts and ties for church while we are there. Man there is still a lot that needs to happen before we hit the road. I think that I need a week at camp relaxing...not sure how having 11 deacons around for a week in the mountains is relaxing but it is a lot of fun. It will be even funner this year since I will have Aaron up there with me as well. Carla doesn't know this yet but I am taking her camera with me for the week so I will be able to get some good pics while I am there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-1264739424084144538?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/1264739424084144538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=1264739424084144538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1264739424084144538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1264739424084144538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-event-down-and-one-to-go.html' title='One event down and one to go....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-7278639314004685085</id><published>2008-07-02T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:22:23.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5...</title><content type='html'>Dear Parent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JrNYLC has been a week filled with adventure and learning. It is hard to believe that Aaron will return home tomorrow! Of course, we are keeping him busy on his journey of leadership until the end. Throughout the day, Aaron polished his newfound leadership skills with a presentation and discussion of his LFG's social project. In the evening, he watched Shackleton's Antarctic Adventures, an IMAX movie about Sir Ernest Shackleton’s trans-Antarctic journey. Aaron will end the night with a sleepover at the Maryland Science Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over just a few short days, Aaron has seen national monuments, experienced the story of John Brown at Harpers Ferry, participated in historical reenactments and delved into six key leadership concepts. However, JrNYLC is only one step in Aaron's leadership journey. Now that Aaron has successfully completed JrNYLC, he is eligible to attend the &lt;a href="http://email.cylc.org/c.html?rtr=on&amp;amp;s=m3e,4lai,dfn,dtgy,493v,e338,f0ge" target="_blank"&gt;Junior National Young Leaders Conference Alumni Boston (JrNYLC Alumni Boston)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JrNYLC Alumni Boston will take place in Boston in the summer of 2009. This unique alumni-only opportunity builds directly upon the JrNYLC curriculum, offering participants leadership lessons taken directly from America's colonial history. Aaron will explore historically rich sites including: the Freedom Trail, Salem and Lexington and Concord. In addition to the leadership traits acquired during JrNYLC, Aaron will develop new advanced leadership characteristics including: persuasion, integrity, tolerance, conflict resolution and team building. As an honored alumnus of JrNYLC, Aaron has already qualified to receive his invitation. For more information, visit &lt;a href="http://www.jrnylcalumni.org/" target="_blank"&gt;www.jrnylcalumni.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please congratulate Aaron on his successful completion of JrNYLC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is his last full day there...tomorrow they wake up and leave the science center do a few quick meetings then he flies home. I love how he isn't even home yet and they are already hitting you up for next year's conference. Today was the first day that I wasn't able to talk to him...kinda bummed out because I didn't get to hear a funny story from him or how the day went. But after last night's panic call from him I am okay...at a little after midnight his time he calls me a little paniced because a firetruck just pulled up to the hotel and they were carring in a hose and axes. He asked if it was okay if he and his roommate break the window to get out since they are on the first floor. I told him no. I asked if the fire alarm was going off and he said no, but we don't have one in our room either. He did say he called the emergency contact number they had and the advisor told them that everything was okay. I told him if the alarm goes off to call me back and I would help him through it.  I can't wait to see him tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-7278639314004685085?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/7278639314004685085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=7278639314004685085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7278639314004685085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7278639314004685085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-5.html' title='Day 5...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-763976931337721796</id><published>2008-07-01T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:59:28.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4...</title><content type='html'>Dear Parent,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy day! Aaron started his educational journey in Washington, D.C. by experiencing five centuries of news at the high-tech &lt;a href="http://email.cylc.org/c.html?rtr=on&amp;amp;s=m3e,4lah,dfn,c20m,f1xv,e338,f0ge" target="_blank"&gt;Newseum&lt;/a&gt;. Here, he learned about the history of the news and the role it plays in our society, while exploring hands-on exhibits and up-to-the-second technology. In the afternoon, Aaron went on a walking exploration of our country's legislative branch on Capitol Hill.In the evening, he re-convened with his LFG to engage in a First Amendment simulation. In this fictional scenario, the scholars took one of two sides in preparation for an impending debate. Aaron had the option of either supporting the right of students to wear "peace patches" in school or advocating for increased community policing against the distraction that the patches would cause. Employing his communication skills, Aaron debated and negotiated with his fellow scholars, citing relevant support for his side. Be sure to ask Aaron which side he took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just got off the phone with Aaron and he said today was great. He did a lot of cool things and he said today they had the best food. He said he snuck his camera around and took pictures of things that they weren't suppose to take pictures of. He said that Capital Hill was awesome and that he wished he could go off in the Newseum by himself instead of staying with the group. I think one of his highlights was being able to take his picture by parts of the Twin Towers. He is so excited to finally sleep in a real bed, he said that he wanted to buy one of the hotel pillows because they are the best pillows he has ever slept on. Tonight is his last night in the hotel, tomorrow night they are sleeping in a science center/museum or something. I can't believe that tomorrow is his last night...I don't think he is ready for it to be over. HE says that he has exchanged phone numbers and email address with a lot of new poeple so that is exciting. I am glad to see that he is expanding/growing socially. He is a great kid...glad to call him my son!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-763976931337721796?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/763976931337721796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=763976931337721796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/763976931337721796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/763976931337721796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-4.html' title='Day 4...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-308047580034092886</id><published>2008-06-30T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:49:55.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3...</title><content type='html'>Dear Parent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Aaron traveled to Harpers Ferry which is located at the junction of the Potomac and Shenandoah Rivers. Now considered a national park, this beautiful area was the site of abolitionist John Brown’s daring, and ultimately unsuccessful, raid on a federal armory in 1859. Along with park rangers dressed in historical garb, Aaron engaged in a variety of simulations that mimicked life in the United States during the years leading up to the Civil War. The scholars scrubbed laundry on a wash board, participated in military drills and learned some fun folk dances. Aaron also examined Brown’s life story and discussed his leadership characteristics. Following that, the scholars studied the challenges Brown faced and then debated his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally got to talk to him tonight and he said he is having fun. He did say that some parts are a little boring but that he is having fun. ONe of his room mates isn't enjoying it and so he is going to leave tomorrow that means Aaron will get a real bed. He also said that they had to turn in their cell phones and go all day without them, when he got it back he said he had a bunch of text messages from his friends (Bryn, Kara, and Emily) all asking him how it was going. It is great to know that he has such great friends. Every night I get these emails along with a slide show letting us know what they did that day. I can't get the slide shows to show up but I will continue to post the emails for the days events. Only 3 more days till he comes home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-308047580034092886?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/308047580034092886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=308047580034092886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/308047580034092886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/308047580034092886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-3.html' title='Day 3...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-2265244148589637256</id><published>2008-06-30T20:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:44:21.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2...</title><content type='html'>Dear Parent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Aaron continued his investigation of Washington, D.C.'s rich history with an exploration of some of our most important historical monuments: the Korean War Veterans Memorial, Vietnam Veterans Memorial and World War II Memorial. Afterwards, he was then able to visit the re-opened National Portrait Gallery, which houses nearly 20,000 works of art featuring men and women who have made significant contributions to the history, development and culture of the United States. The scholars also stopped for a photo opportunity at the White House. At each of these sites, Aaron learned how leaders use their "voice" to take a stand and make a difference. In the evening, he worked with his LFG members to create a social organization to serve as their own "voice of courage" for a special topic that impacts local communities. This final project tasked him with using the new leadership skills he has developed at JrNYLC this week. Be sure to check in with Aaron to hear about his LFG's project!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-2265244148589637256?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/2265244148589637256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=2265244148589637256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2265244148589637256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2265244148589637256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-2.html' title='Day 2...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4053230420626314760</id><published>2008-06-30T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:43:38.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 activities in DC...</title><content type='html'>Dear Parent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that Aaron has arrived at the Junior National Young Leaders Conference (JrNYLC) and is already immersed in a journey of learning and self-discovery! Aaron has been assigned to the Goal Setting 2 Leadership Focus Group (LFG) led by Abby Weeks, his faculty advisor for the week. The Leadership Focus Group is a small group that Aaron will meet with over the course of the week to focus on and discuss leadership concepts in a close-knit setting. In his LFG's first meeting, Aaron participated in icebreakers with the other students and received an introduction to the different leadership concepts that will be covered throughout JrNYLC: character, communication, goal setting, problem solving, respect and teamwork. Aaron also worked with his group to set goals for the week and write a group constitution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4053230420626314760?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4053230420626314760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4053230420626314760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4053230420626314760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4053230420626314760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-1-activities-in-dc.html' title='Day 1 activities in DC...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4609477508881141170</id><published>2008-06-29T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:53:31.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron update....</title><content type='html'>Well he made it to Washington DC yesterday...after a small hiccup...he missed his connecting flight in Atlanta so he had to spend 3 hours in the Atlanta airport, his flight to Atlanta was delayed so it landed within minutes of his connecting flight taking off. He finally called home today a little after 7pm...today was the first day that I hadn't talked to him all day. He said he had a great time and that he took a lot of pictures. (He has a 1gig memory card and only has room for 300 more pictures.) He went to a couple memorials and to the White House for a photo opportunity. I asked him if he was ready to come home and he said, "I will be ready to come home in 4 days", funny that is when he is suppose to get home. He said the hotel is really big and he is mad that the kids next door got a suite and he is stuck in a small cramped room with two other boys. Since he ended up getting there so late because of the flight situation he ended up getting the pull out hide a bed, but he said it was comfortable. He is having the time of his life. Thank you to everyone that helped him get there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4609477508881141170?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4609477508881141170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4609477508881141170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4609477508881141170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4609477508881141170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/06/aaron-update.html' title='Aaron update....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4652786518557547552</id><published>2008-06-25T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:11:12.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A touching love story....</title><content type='html'>The Love Story of Ralph and Edna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool. Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out. When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable. When she went to tell Edna the news she said, 'Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love. I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness. The bad news is Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead.' Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4652786518557547552?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4652786518557547552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4652786518557547552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4652786518557547552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4652786518557547552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/06/touching-love-story.html' title='A touching love story....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-513196333432072498</id><published>2008-06-25T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:23:31.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things kids say....</title><content type='html'>Alexa has said some pretty funny things to me the past few days. The first one was more wierd than funny. She was sitting at the table and just started eating some cereal as I was getting a bowl she looked over at me and said, "Dad, would you eat a girl..." there was a long pause as I tried to think of where this was coming from and where it was going and before I could answer she finished her sentence with, "if she was dead?" I looked at her funny and said, "No, I would never eat a dead girl!" To which she replied ok, good...I just didn't want you to eat me when I die. That was the end of the conversation...no clue where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday night as I was going to bed I asked her if she would go downstairs and ask Carla if we had any Benadryl. I hear her at the top of the stairs yelling down to Carla, "Mom, do we have any Ben and Jill for Dad?" I thought hmmm...some Ben and Jerry's sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things they say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-513196333432072498?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/513196333432072498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=513196333432072498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/513196333432072498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/513196333432072498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-kids-say.html' title='The things kids say....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-3045674582117073425</id><published>2008-06-23T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:05:49.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting....</title><content type='html'>Ok on a random note as I logged in to make a post I thought that I was making my 102nd post but it said that there was already 103 posts....where did the missing posts go, my guess is blogspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would let everyone know that Aaron made it to South Carolina safely and he is loving it there. IN fact I think it was his second or third day there he said he wanted to move back there. I am with him on that one..I thikn a change would be great, now if we could just convince his mother to move back there. He called me yesterday to tell me that he saw/heard the funniest thing, a Chinesse Lady talking with a southern accent. I am so glad that he is having so much fun back there with his cousins and extended family. IT is nice to know that he is with people we can trust and know now he is safe. He leaves SC Saturday to fly to Washington, DC for his conference. Hopefully he will have fun there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday we had a scout overnighter campout. It ended up just being Me, Stu, and 2 boy. We went to Cottonwood Cove. It is off of Lake Mojave. We ended up not liking the "official" designated camping spaces so we back tracked until we found a dirt road and hoped it would lead us to a more succluded spot on the lake to camp...30 minutes later w found our spot. It was in the middle of no where and we came around a bush and I slammed on the brakes because we were at the waters edge. We ended up having a lot of fun and I ended up with only 10 bug bites. We got home Saturday afternoon about noon and I took a long needed nap. Woke up to run an errand and my truck wouldn't start. Good thing it happened at home and not out on the campout. That would not have been fun...walking out of that place to find help. I think we would have just swam out to a boat for help...it propably would be faster than us walking through the desert heat. I wish Aaron would have been home to go with us. I miss my little DootyBug. At least he will be with me on next month's campout....a week long campout at Circle X Ranch in Lake Arrowhead, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much sums up my weekend. We ended up going out to dinner with the Bowden's and Iverson's after the Winder wedding reception. Thats all I got for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-3045674582117073425?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/3045674582117073425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=3045674582117073425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3045674582117073425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/3045674582117073425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/06/interesting.html' title='Interesting....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1434500488872700798</id><published>2008-06-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:53:10.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Morning....</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was a hard morning...I sent my baby on his first airplane trip across the country by himself. Aaron is going to visit family in South Carolina for a few weeks then he flies from there to Washington DC for a Congressional Youth Leadership conference. I think I got a little glimpse of what is to come in 7 years when he leaves on his mission. In fact they may have been what made it so hard. The whole time I was sitting there waiting for his plane to leave the gate and get in the air I kept thinking that in 7 years I will be saying good-bye to him for two years. He is such an awesome kid, he works hard in school and does his best, he is smart, and he is very spiritual. Sometimes I look at him and wonder how did I end up with such an great kid. I forgot to take Carla's camera with me to the airport and since my new retarded cell doesn't have a camera I couldn't take any pics of him at the airport. Oh and if any of you are about to send one of your kids off on a flight by themselves you know have to stay aat the gate until the plane is in the air and on course before you are allowed to leave the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess I need to say hello to all my family out there that have recently joined the blogging world and let them know that if they want a real way to keep up with us to read Carla's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look this will make my 101st blog post...should I have a giveaway....hmmmmm....a basket of a few of my favorite things......hmmmmmmm....what would be in it....Dr. Pepper, Sonic, The "Bible" I saw at Borders, BJ's (gift card to the resturant)....we will just have to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-1434500488872700798?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/1434500488872700798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=1434500488872700798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1434500488872700798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1434500488872700798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/06/hard-morning.html' title='Hard Morning....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-2706526195911659101</id><published>2008-05-20T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:34:34.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO POOP AT WORK</title><content type='html'>We've all been there but don't like to admit it. We've all kicked back in&gt; our cubicles and suddenly felt something brewing down below. As much as we try to convince ourselves otherwise, the WORK POOP is inevitable. For those who hate pooping at work, following is the Survival Guide for taking a dump at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CROP DUSTING: When farting, you walk briskly around the office so the smell is not in your area and everyone else gets a whiff but doesn't know where it came from. Be careful when you do this. Do not stop until the full fart has been expelled. Walk an extra 30 feet to make sure the smell has left your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FLY BY: The act of scouting out a bathroom before pooping. Walk in and check&gt; for other poopers. If there are others in the bathroom, leave and come back again. Be careful not to become a FREQUENT FLYER. People may become suspicious if they catch you constantly going into the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ESCAPEE: A fart that slips out while taking a leak at the urinal or forcing a poop in a stall. This is usually accompanied by a sudden wave of embarrassment. If you release an escapee, do not acknowledge it. Pretend it did not happen. If you are standing next to the farter in the urinal, pretend you did not hear it. No one likes an escapee. It is uncomfortable for all involved. Making a joke or laughing makes both parties feel uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JAILBREAK: When forcing a poop, several farts slip out at a machine gun pace. This is usually a side effect of diarrhea or a hangover. If this should happen, do not panic. Remain in the stall until everyone has left the bathroom to spare everyone the awkwardness of what just occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; COURTESY FLUSH: The act of flushing the toilet the instant the poop hits the water. This reduces the amount of airtime the poop has to stink up the bathroom. This can help you avoid being caught doing the WALK OF SHAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WALK OF SHAME: Walking from the stall, to the sink, to the door after you&gt; have just stunk up the bathroom. This can be a very uncomfortable moment if someone walks in and busts you. As with farts, it is best to pretend that the smell does not exist. Can be avoided with the use of the COURTESY FLUSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OUT OF THE CLOSET POOPER: A colleague who poops at work and is damn proud of it. You will often see an Out Of The Closet Pooper enter the bathroom with a newspaper or magazine under his or her arm. Always look around the office for the Out Of The Closet Pooper before entering the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THE POOPING FRIENDS NETWORK: (P.F.N) a group of co-workers who band together to ensure emergency pooping goes off without incident. This group can help you to monitor the whereabouts of Out Of The Closet Poopers, and identify SAFE HAVENS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SAFE HAVENS: A seldom-used bathroom somewhere in the building where you can least expect visitors. Try floors that are predominantly of the opposite sex. This will reduce the odds of a pooper of your sex entering the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TURD BURGLAR: Someone who does not realize that you are in the stall and tries to force the door open. This is one of the most shocking and vulnerable moments that can occur when taking a poop at work. If this occurs, remain in the stall until the Turd Burglar leaves. This way you will avoid all uncomfortable eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CAMO-COUGH: A phony cough that alerts all new entrants into the bathroom that you are in a stall. This can be used to cover-up a WATERMELON, or to alert potential Turf Burglars. Very effective when used in conjunction with an ASTAIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ASTAIRE: A subtle toe-tap that is used to alert potential Turd Burglars that you are occupying a stall. This will remove all doubt that the stall is occupied. If you hear an Astaire, leave the bathroom immediately so the pooper can poop in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WATERMELON: A poop that creates a loud splash when hitting the toilet water. This is also an embarrassing incident. If you feel a Watermelon coming on, create a diversion. See CAMO-COUGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-2706526195911659101?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/2706526195911659101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=2706526195911659101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2706526195911659101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2706526195911659101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-poop-at-work.html' title='HOW TO POOP AT WORK'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-7911322615564667667</id><published>2008-05-02T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:19.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a 12 year old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The thing that is the biggest in my life right now are the thoughts of my son. Yesterday he turned 12 and on Sunday he gets the priesthood. I am so proud of him and the choices he has made. It is hard to believe that only 12 short years ago he was a newborn baby (with a big head). I was so proud to be his father. He is such a great example to me in my life as well as to his sisters. I am not claiming he is perfect because there are plenty of times I am ready to send him to live with the angels. But that is all part of growing up and life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SBsa6X39xoI/AAAAAAAAALk/zVnf6_3VB0M/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195776185245484674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SBsa6X39xoI/AAAAAAAAALk/zVnf6_3VB0M/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;12 Things About AARON at 12&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. He is honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. He loves to be with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. He keeps the Sabbath Day Holy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(even when his family doesn't)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. He still will get in bed with us and want to be held.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Thinks he knows it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. He earned his Faith in God award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. He is very thoughful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. He is very sentimental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. He is a packrat (not sure where he got that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. He got straight A's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. He loves to cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. He wants to be a Chef when he grows up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Aaron! I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-7911322615564667667?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/7911322615564667667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=7911322615564667667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7911322615564667667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/7911322615564667667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-12-year-old.html' title='I have a 12 year old...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/SBsa6X39xoI/AAAAAAAAALk/zVnf6_3VB0M/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-2934201646910632327</id><published>2008-03-21T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:56:58.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch the news...the recession has just ended!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could not stop laughing after watching this video...it was hilarious. I just had to share it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3ac47483e715f77c" 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://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ac47483e715f77c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330432663%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF65A476A1F5025D5C4AE1AB4C74D1E8F8DFE3F8.5D65DD36F348E5D043A32A4798FC0F2ED7CE6406%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ac47483e715f77c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUQZTHYkUQBHsV6V2ql3EBYcLges&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://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ac47483e715f77c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330432663%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF65A476A1F5025D5C4AE1AB4C74D1E8F8DFE3F8.5D65DD36F348E5D043A32A4798FC0F2ED7CE6406%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ac47483e715f77c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUQZTHYkUQBHsV6V2ql3EBYcLges&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/1751619111488273239-2934201646910632327?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3ac47483e715f77c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/2934201646910632327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=2934201646910632327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2934201646910632327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2934201646910632327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/03/watch-newsthe-recession-has-just-ended.html' title='Watch the news...the recession has just ended!!!!'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1736671968301504332</id><published>2008-02-28T23:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:50:23.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes...</title><content type='html'>	&lt;div style="border-width:1px; border-style:solid; border-color:rgb(0,0,0); background-color:rgb(255,255,255);padding:0px;width:378px;margin-top:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=qualitiesogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader020408.jpg" width="378" height="39" border="0" style="margin-top:0px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:353px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=qualitiesogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;What's Your Best Quality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px 0px;font-size:17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=qualitiesogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;Intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:358px;padding:0px 10px 10px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;border-bottom-width:1px; border-bottom-style:solid; border-bottom-color:rgb(182,182,182);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0px 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=qualitiesogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/qualities/images/intelligent_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People who are highly intelligent are more likely to be unique than many. Higher intelligence also offers greater possibilities in terms of how someone is likely to interpret the world. In addition, intelligent people are typically more able to articulate themselves well and to have high integrity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:358px;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:0px 0px 5px 0px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=qualitiesogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:arial;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=qualitiesogt&amp;c=50652&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDQyNzE*MjEwNTUmcD*1OTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-1736671968301504332?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/1736671968301504332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=1736671968301504332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1736671968301504332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1736671968301504332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes.html' title='Yes...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-5976452162364949382</id><published>2008-02-28T23:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:36:01.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm RED...</title><content type='html'>	&lt;div style="border-width:1px; border-style:solid; border-color:rgb(0,0,0); background-color:rgb(255,255,255);padding:0px;width:378px;margin-top:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=colorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader020408.jpg" width="378" height="39" border="0" style="margin-top:0px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:353px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=colorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;What's Your True Color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px 0px;font-size:17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=colorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:358px;padding:0px 10px 10px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;border-bottom-width:1px; border-bottom-style:solid; border-bottom-color:rgb(182,182,182);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0px 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=colorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/color/images/red_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your color is &lt;b&gt;red&lt;/b&gt;, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you're ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously.  If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don't wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn't in what you're doing, you won't be satisfied. Of course, even when you &lt;I&gt;do&lt;/I&gt; pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That's why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you're feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it's great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:358px;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:0px 0px 5px 0px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=colorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:arial;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=colorogt&amp;c=50652&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDQyNzA1NTg4ODMmcD*1OTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-5976452162364949382?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/5976452162364949382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=5976452162364949382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5976452162364949382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/5976452162364949382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-red.html' title='I&apos;m RED...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-2263960203791578907</id><published>2008-02-26T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:40:27.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying a bull...</title><content type='html'>Two sisters, one blonde and one brunette, inherit the family ranch. Unfortunately, after just a few years, they are in financial trouble. In order to keep the bank from repossessing the ranch, they need to purchase a bull so that they can breed their own stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette balances their checkbook, then takes their last $600 out west to another ranch where a man has a prize bull for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon leaving, she tells her sister, "When I get there, if I decide to buy the bull, I'll contact you to drive out after me and haul it home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette arrives at the man's ranch, inspects the bull, and decides she does want to buy it. The man tells her that he can sell it for $599, no less. After paying him, she drives to the nearest town to send her sister a telegram to tell her the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks into the telegraph office, and says, "I want to send a telegram to my sister telling her that I've bought a bull for our ranch. I need her to hitch the trailer to out pickup truck and drive out here so we can haul it home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telegraph operator explains that he'll be glad to help her, then adds, "it's just 99 cents a word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after paying for the bull, the brunette only has $1 left. She realizes that she'll only be able to send her sister one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking for a few minutes, she nods, and says, "I want you to send her the word, 'comfortable'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telegraph operator shakes his head. "How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her the word, 'comfortable'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette explains, "My sister's blonde, she'll read it very slow."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-2263960203791578907?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/2263960203791578907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=2263960203791578907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2263960203791578907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2263960203791578907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/02/buying-bull.html' title='Buying a bull...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-1528796543802103601</id><published>2008-02-18T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:19.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things kids say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, a couple of weeks ago Carla's aunt from South Carolina was in town for Makenzie's baptism. On Friday we decided to take the kids and Aunt Matha Ann to the strip and walk down it. As we went past a billboard like this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168564304856002050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/R7pt2d20rgI/AAAAAAAAALM/lsZ1pgf-2Rk/s320/med_crazygirls9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alexa looked at it and yelled, "Look she has a wedgie!" It was hilarious, we all laughed at it for awhile.  The things your kids are exposed to growing up in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-1528796543802103601?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/1528796543802103601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=1528796543802103601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1528796543802103601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/1528796543802103601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-kids-say.html' title='The things kids say....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT4fHM5fLHc/R7pt2d20rgI/AAAAAAAAALM/lsZ1pgf-2Rk/s72-c/med_crazygirls9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-6033781961630097519</id><published>2008-02-12T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:50:55.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny video....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7dca78ea8eb8fa2d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/6033781961630097519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=6033781961630097519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6033781961630097519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/6033781961630097519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/02/funny-video.html' title='Funny video....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-2952229781483521731</id><published>2008-02-01T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:38:06.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Carla and I meet....</title><content type='html'>I asked a waiter to take a bottle of Merlot to an unusually attractive woman sitting alone at a table in a cozy little restaurant. So the waiter took the Merlot to the woman and said, "This is from the gentleman who is seated over there." ..and indicated the sender with a nod of his head. She stared at the wine coolly for a few seconds, not looking at the man, then decided to send a reply to him by a note. The waiter, who was lingering nearby for a response, took the note from her and conveyed it to the gentleman.    The note read:    "For me to accept this bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the bank and 7 inches in your pants " After reading the note, the man decided to compose one of his own in return. He folded the note, handed it to the waiter and instructed him to deliver it to the lady.     It read:    "Just to let you know things aren't always what they appear to be, I have a Ferrari Maranello, BMW Z8, Mercedes CL600, and a Porsche Turbo in my several garages; I have beautiful homes in Aspen , Miami , and a 10,000 acre ranch in Louisiana . There is over twenty million dollars in my bank account and portfolio. But, not even for a woman as beautiful as you are, would I cut off three inches. Just send the bottle back."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-2952229781483521731?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/2952229781483521731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=2952229781483521731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2952229781483521731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/2952229781483521731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-carla-and-i-meet.html' title='How Carla and I meet....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751619111488273239.post-4852646846493125775</id><published>2008-01-31T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:22:27.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny story...</title><content type='html'>A man went to the hospital to have his wedding ringcut off from his hoohoo. According to the Nurse attending, the patient's girlfriend found the ring in his pants pocket, and she got so mad at him, she used petroleum jelly to slip the ring on his hoohoo while he was asleep. I don't know what's worse.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) having your girlfriend find out you're married.&lt;br /&gt;2) explaining to your wife how your wedding ring got on your hoohoo,&lt;br /&gt;3) or finding out your hoohoo fits through your wedding ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751619111488273239-4852646846493125775?l=whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/feeds/4852646846493125775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751619111488273239&amp;postID=4852646846493125775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4852646846493125775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751619111488273239/posts/default/4852646846493125775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthecrap-chuckie.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-story.html' title='Funny story...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721622614276525745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
