<?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-5652490</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:47:57.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blodnick's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hvacnick"&gt;EVERYTHING ELSE NICK&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108242038760151347</id><published>2004-04-19T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T17:23:09.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>packed me things...</title><summary type='text'>...Im ready to go!Yup, things are packed, and stacked.  Floors are vaccuumed, walls are cleaned, and even the oven is scrubbed.  It is time to get on the road and make this thing happen.But before I go, a few thoughts on California....Wineries....Awesome!Traffic....Gag me.Weather in winter....Excellent!Weather in summer....excruciating!Beer....well its no Fat Tire.Olive oil....freaking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108242038760151347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108242038760151347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108242038760151347' title='packed me things...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108233938702559671</id><published>2004-04-18T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T20:36:20.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a nice farewell</title><summary type='text'>Ahhh, what a nice relaxing weekend.  I am really glad I intentionally got most everything done before this weekend so I could just go do cool stuff.  I went out to the wine valleys, I ran by my olive oil place, I tried to buy a coffee table at IKEA (unsuccesfully), and I went to a Mormon potluck dinner.Okay, well the potluck was at least funny. I went and visited my cousins down in Livermore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108233938702559671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108233938702559671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108233938702559671' title='a nice farewell'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108209349143106654</id><published>2004-04-15T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:34:56.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>single barrel and a smile</title><summary type='text'>I had a pretty cool day today.  The guys at work have obviously given up on trying to get any real work out of me now.  They just kind of let me do my thing and talk to them before I leave and stuff.  Some of them I am gonna miss, cool guys and all.Tonight Shane and I went out and got a couple drinks to celebrate my new job and his hefty promotion.  It was great, we talked to this guy with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108209349143106654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108209349143106654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108209349143106654' title='single barrel and a smile'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108200945642829294</id><published>2004-04-14T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T23:13:48.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>due to overwhelming demand</title><summary type='text'>I will make a post. So you wanna know about me?  You wanna know what I have been doin?  Well other than making this huge life changing transition in my life, not a hell of a lot.  I have pretty much completely checked out at work.  I think I probably got about 20 minutes of work done all day today.  The rest was spent talking to people about how Sacramento can lick me.  hehe.I also bought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108200945642829294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108200945642829294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108200945642829294' title='due to overwhelming demand'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108178097446843943</id><published>2004-04-12T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T07:45:43.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, I suck</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for another no post.  I have no idea what my prob has been lately.So I burned the hellout of myself yesterday.  I was making a roast (probably my lst in Cali) nd had heated up some oil wicked hot.  Then I put the roast in it and it slipped from my tongs and splashed up my arm.  Good God it hurt!  Packing is going well.  I just hate how when you re packing your place becomes a total </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108178097446843943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108178097446843943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108178097446843943' title='wow, I suck'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108148629011374647</id><published>2004-04-08T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T21:54:15.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed (but having a good time)</title><summary type='text'>Can I just tell you how hard it is to try and work at a place that you know you are only at for another week?  Diving into yet another iteration of selecting the equipment is just not something that I much feel like focusing on.  I find my mind wandering to going to a Rockies game on a weeknight, or hopping in the car for the 4th of July celebrations.  Then there are the plays that I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108148629011374647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108148629011374647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108148629011374647' title='overwhelmed (but having a good time)'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108143845725476285</id><published>2004-04-08T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T08:37:02.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have minutes!!!</title><summary type='text'>That is right, I am now a part of society again!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108143845725476285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108143845725476285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143845725476285' title='i have minutes!!!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108140088449034326</id><published>2004-04-07T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T22:10:49.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pack and clean</title><summary type='text'>Suprisingly everyone at work has been really cool about me taking off.  This means 1 of 2 things.  1)  They understand my predicament and they really do wish me well or 2)  I was gonna get fired anyway, this just makes life easier for everyone.Either way I am out of there.  Spence is gonna go look at some apartment for me this weekend, so that is way cool.  I have the truck setup and ready to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108140088449034326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108140088449034326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140088449034326' title='pack and clean'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108131684323478209</id><published>2004-04-06T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T22:50:06.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the logistics</title><summary type='text'>Ah working out the move.  Getting boxes, planning trucks and people to help pick up furniture.  What fun.  Well not exactly, but it is the cruddy part of a really good thing, so I do not mind much.I called them and told them that I will not be able to start until May 3rd, which will give me a chance to party in Laramie for Megans birthday, as well as just get good and setup before work starts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108131684323478209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108131684323478209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131684323478209' title='the logistics'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108119791050588654</id><published>2004-04-05T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:47:52.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna know?</title><summary type='text'>Well I know this will not reach everyone, and I will be calling many of you, but I have made my decision.  This morning I accepted the job in Denver and quit my job in Sacramento.  I was hired on with MKK Engineering, a fairly major engineering firm in the Midwest.  I will be out of Cali in 2 weeks and into Colorado shortly after that.The more I think bout this, the more excited I get.  This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108119791050588654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108119791050588654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108119791050588654' title='wanna know?'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108088309275552380</id><published>2004-04-01T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:20:51.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, I will tell you now</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who do not know what I have been hinting at lately, I will finally tell ya.I have 2 job interviews in Colorado this weekend.  Saturday morning I have one in Colorado Springs, and Sunday morning I have one in Denver.  I am leaning towards the one in the Springs, but I guess I will see when I get there.  Both places want me out there as soon as I possibly can, so it is quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108088309275552380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108088309275552380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108088309275552380' title='ok, I will tell you now'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108079705391308046</id><published>2004-03-31T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T23:06:10.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>neglected</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the poorly updated blog this week.  Just been lost in thought and worries I suppose.I tried and tried and tried again to buy an iPod mini last night and today.  I called every electronic store in town and looked all over the internet.  Apparently they are sold out EVERYWHERE!  Not wanting to be denied a cool new gadget that I had ramped myself up for, I decided that I would just buy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108079705391308046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108079705391308046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108079705391308046' title='neglected'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108054045857102988</id><published>2004-03-28T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T22:10:13.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo yo yo</title><summary type='text'>Not a crazy weekend by any means.  Just a lot of decision making.I really would like to talk about what is going on with me right, but I just do not think that now is the time or place to do it.  Give me until next Sunday tholugh and I will be happy to fill everyone in.I did manage to get addicted to a new game this weekend though called ZUMA.    I hope you do not get as addicted to it as I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108054045857102988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108054045857102988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108054045857102988' title='yo yo yo'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108031382774888237</id><published>2004-03-26T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T07:13:50.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday, here's five</title><summary type='text'>At this moment, what is your favorite...1. ...song? I have a couple.  Nerd - She Wants to Move and Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps.2. ...food?Ummm, I kind of like everything.  Last night for instance I grilled eggplant, sliced REAL mozzeralla cheese on top of it, then coated it with a dollop of olive oil and some balsamic vinegar.  Finish off with just a touch of basil and I was set.3. ...tv show?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108031382774888237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108031382774888237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031382774888237' title='it&apos;s friday, here&apos;s five'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108027111992606714</id><published>2004-03-25T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T19:21:11.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man have I been busy</title><summary type='text'>Here is a nice little pic site I put together of all the cool places we ate and all the stuff we imbibed.  Oh yeah, this is the one you do not want to miss.  I am not the best programmer in the world, so I suggest looking at the page full screen.  Hopefully you will not have to scroll around too much.And with that, I am out for the night.  Later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108027111992606714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108027111992606714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108027111992606714' title='oh man have I been busy'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108019638039126157</id><published>2004-03-24T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T07:08:15.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot going on</title><summary type='text'>And I really do not know what to do about it.  I do not want to say much about it right now, but there could be some major changes very soon for me.Aside from that though not a lot is going on.  Just reminiscing about the time I was in Vegas and I bought a 60 oz beer in the shape of a football on St. Patricks day.  Good lord that was a good time!  Then going to the Rio afterwards and having an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108019638039126157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108019638039126157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108019638039126157' title='a lot going on'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-108002440099673638</id><published>2004-03-22T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T22:49:09.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one dead</title><summary type='text'>So I managed to kill yet another mouse while I was gone.  I think it must have died recently though cuz it did not smell too rotten.Work freaking sucks.  I gotta say that if there were a way to just chill out the rest of my life I think I would have to give it a shot.  When I walked in the door at the office today I think I aged 20 years in an instant.  I was a cool college kid for a week.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108002440099673638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/108002440099673638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108002440099673638' title='another one dead'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107994232052034965</id><published>2004-03-21T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T00:01:08.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in sac</title><summary type='text'>Sac town is not home.  Everytime I leave and come back I remember that.  It will have to do for now.Good flight, terrible shuttle pickup to express lot.  Miss my friends already.Night all!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107994232052034965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107994232052034965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107994232052034965' title='back in sac'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107985370981419930</id><published>2004-03-20T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T23:24:16.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from break</title><summary type='text'>So I had an incredible time on my trip.  We did more things than I can even attempt to talk about right now.  I hope sometime in the next week to post a mess of pictures as well as a brief synopsis of all the cool places that we went to.  And let me tell you about the food.  Ohhh the food.  From the Chiule Rellenos with Pat, to the Chicken Fried Steak with Megs Aunt, all the way to the habenero</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107985370981419930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107985370981419930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107985370981419930' title='back from break'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107963462216869559</id><published>2004-03-18T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T10:32:46.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>audio post powered by audblog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107963462216869559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107963462216869559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107963462216869559' title=''/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107924426921509640</id><published>2004-03-13T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T22:06:49.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in new mexico</title><summary type='text'>Hanging out in New Mexico with Pat.  Killer time and even better chile rellonos.  Good trip so far!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107924426921509640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107924426921509640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107924426921509640' title='in new mexico'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107915520171335533</id><published>2004-03-12T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T21:22:20.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's the game plan</title><summary type='text'>Ok, just so everyone knows, this is kind of where I will be.  Saturday I will be staying in Albuquerque with Pat.  Sunday I will be staying in Tucson with Megans family.  Monday it will be Phoenix with some friends of Keiths fam.  Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday I will be in Vegas.  Friday we will stop in Utah and stay with Keiths grandparents.  Saturday we will get into Laramie and stay there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107915520171335533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107915520171335533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915520171335533' title='here&apos;s the game plan'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107910713235802192</id><published>2004-03-12T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T08:01:10.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday, here's five</title><summary type='text'>1. What was the last song you heard?“Fell in Love with  Boy” – Joss Stone.  A good cover of a White Stripes song from a couple years ago.  I like it.  Jazzy and seductive.2. What were the last two movies you saw?That ultimate turbo Passion of Christ to the extreme.  Oh and I rented Matchstick Men.  Good flick, never did like Nicholas Cage that much though.3. What were the last three things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107910713235802192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107910713235802192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107910713235802192' title='it&apos;s friday, here&apos;s five'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107907657480494319</id><published>2004-03-11T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:33:27.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry, its short</title><summary type='text'>hehe, funny title.  Anyway, got caught up in getting ready for the BIG TRIP and did not get to this until late.  I promise a good post tomorrow befopre I leave.  I am also going to experiment with an audio blog where I can call in a blog and it will put it on the site for me.  then you can just download the file and listen to my drunk voice screaming about some roll of quarters I just won.Pokes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107907657480494319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107907657480494319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107907657480494319' title='sorry, its short'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107898677087178423</id><published>2004-03-10T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T22:35:07.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for the support</title><summary type='text'>Thanks for the kind words everyone.  The car thing was very disheartening, but its not the end of the world.  Not like a lost a leg or anything, just cool tunes.  If nothing else I feel violated, and not in the good way.  Now I am going to be looking at all my neighbors with a hint of "you took it!"  The people at work were pretty cool about it too.  They told me some people I should call to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107898677087178423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107898677087178423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107898677087178423' title='thanks for the support'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107893748978506984</id><published>2004-03-10T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T08:53:45.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bunch of heathens!</title><summary type='text'>Yup, so the inevitable finally happened.  I woke up this morning, did my new do (and it is cool), ate my breakfast and headed out to the car.  The first thing I noticed was one of my highlighters lying on the ground.  Thinking how odd it was for me to have dropped that I noticed my door was unlocked.  Crap, I left it unlocked.  I looked in the window and sure enough the car had exploded inside.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107893748978506984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107893748978506984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893748978506984' title='bunch of heathens!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107890307551186191</id><published>2004-03-09T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T23:20:11.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah, looking sexy</title><summary type='text'>Went and got a haircut today and I let them just kind of do what needed to be done.  It hink I look about 10 years younger now.  Seeing as I looked 32, that is a good thing.So many stupid computer problems tonight I can not even start explaining it.  Stupid new computers and getting them to run just right.  Oh well I suppose, gave me something to do tonight.Lots of cleaning and packing for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107890307551186191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107890307551186191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107890307551186191' title='oh yeah, looking sexy'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107881636267504770</id><published>2004-03-08T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T23:14:57.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoah</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the little post, I ended up spending a chunk of the evening making a new blog for another friend.  Well a friend of a friend anyway.  Check it out here.  I promise more tomorrow about me though!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107881636267504770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107881636267504770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881636267504770' title='whoah'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107872719394215259</id><published>2004-03-07T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T22:28:47.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty nice weekend</title><summary type='text'>The choir concert was excellent and made me remember why I decided to join it in the first place.  We sang so well, the audience clapped and clapped, and the orchestra was worth just hearing alone without singing.  Now I am not saying they are worth 74k to listen to them, but it was nice all the same.  Oh, and I talked to the girl I like (the one who blows my mind when she sings in French.)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107872719394215259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107872719394215259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107872719394215259' title='pretty nice weekend'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107852603155203041</id><published>2004-03-05T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T14:38:24.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday, here's five</title><summary type='text'>What was....1. ....your first grade teacher's name?Boy that is tough, I think it was Mrs. Hill though.  Evil woman at that.  I remember I had a bloody nose and had to run to the nurse.  When I got back I was in a ton of trouble for leaving.  Dude, that was a lot of blood!2. ....your favorite Saturday morning cartoon?Easily it was Garfield....at least when I was little.  As I grew up though </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107852603155203041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107852603155203041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107852603155203041' title='it&apos;s friday, here&apos;s five'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107846227320730830</id><published>2004-03-04T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T20:54:54.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey all!</title><summary type='text'>This is my first post from my new computer!  It just looks so much better, huh?  Well maybe you can not see the results, and maybe I can not either...but it is cool anyway.  The new computer also explains my absence from a post yesterday.  After a multitude of problems (mostly caused by myself) I am up and running again and at a new blazing speed.And to make things worse there will not be much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107846227320730830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107846227320730830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107846227320730830' title='hey all!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107828888393286679</id><published>2004-03-02T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T20:43:34.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>naysayers!</title><summary type='text'>So even though all of you have told me a hundred times, "Nick no need to bother exercising....it will not do you a bit of good." I went ahead and did it anyway.  Now before you all get into how exercising hurting more than helping, especially in the long run what with disease and all let me tell you why I did it.I was bored.Thats right, I was bored so I decided to exercise rather than take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107828888393286679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107828888393286679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828888393286679' title='naysayers!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107819289815893741</id><published>2004-03-01T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T18:03:45.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>choir galore</title><summary type='text'>Lots and lots and lots of choir this week.  I have the normal Monday rehearsal, the Friday rehearsal, the Saturday rehearsal, and the Saturday concert.  I suppose it will keep me good an occupied instead of sitting around thinking about the trip.  Makes time go a little faster I hope.In any case, wish me luck!  I have to go into downtown Sac a lot this week, which really is not a joy ride!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107819289815893741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107819289815893741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819289815893741' title='choir galore'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107811903034504006</id><published>2004-02-29T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:43:59.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies bonanza</title><summary type='text'>How many movies did I watch this weekend?  Let me see believe the total comes to five....and here is what I think.  Strap in.Pieces of April - I really wanted to go see this movie when it was playing down at the Crest.  I never made it though and it just came out on DVD.  This movie was about a daughter trying to reconcile with her family before her mother died.  Great movie.  I enjoyed every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107811903034504006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107811903034504006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107811903034504006' title='movies bonanza'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107809863979679003</id><published>2004-02-29T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T15:52:45.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i figured something new out!</title><summary type='text'>Well I just figured out how to post video on the web.  Aren't you people just the luckiest in the whole world!  A few things though, you need to have quicktime installed on your computer and you need a decent connection (sorry Gramps....do you have a friend with a fast connection to the internet?)So here it is, the my first personal video posted on the net.  I took this vid when Shane and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107809863979679003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107809863979679003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107809863979679003' title='i figured something new out!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107785869384804695</id><published>2004-02-26T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T21:13:37.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's grrrrreeat!</title><summary type='text'>Work is a bear....screw it.I gotta tell you, I have a wicked craving for Frosted Flakes right now.  Like really really bad.  Tempted to go get a small box and eat it all right now.  Ya see Tony the Tiger and I go back a long ways.  He was so much better than all the other jokers out there.  Capn Crunch was only good with Crunchberries, but even then it tore at the roof of your mouth so bad it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107785869384804695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107785869384804695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785869384804695' title='it&apos;s grrrrreeat!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107772194551761876</id><published>2004-02-25T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T07:14:27.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the rain doth cometh</title><summary type='text'>Holy crap!  It is raining like I have never really seen before.  The wind is blowing fairly hard (hey 35mph out here is like a hurricane) and they expect us to get at least an inch today and more tomorrow.  What a storm!  All my windows are whistling with the wind, a sound I had quite honestly forgotten about.  That whistling is always in the background in good ole Wyoming.  In any case, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107772194551761876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107772194551761876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107772194551761876' title='and the rain doth cometh'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107763549284802134</id><published>2004-02-24T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T07:13:33.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick one</title><summary type='text'>Hey, sorry for the missed post, but I was up watching the Pokes.  Good freaking lord!  Well I am not gonna knock them, but next year had better be a little better than this.  Gag me.I almost forgot that I have a big concert coming up in a couple of weeks.  The music we are doing is really pretty awesome.  I hated one of the pieces all the way up until last night when it finally came together...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107763549284802134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107763549284802134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763549284802134' title='quick one'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107751146240771938</id><published>2004-02-22T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T20:56:43.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ho-hum, just the way i like it</title><summary type='text'>Nice and boring weekend foir myself.  Well I went and saw Eurotrip on Friday (freaking hilarious...want proof?  Click here!)Saturday went and hit a bucket of balls.  Surprisingly I suck at golf nearly as much as I always have.  So to make up for it I went and bought a golfing game that takes little to no actual golfing skill.  Hit the ball far and put it in the hole.  So simple!Pokes lost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107751146240771938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107751146240771938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107751146240771938' title='ho-hum, just the way i like it'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107732419655311039</id><published>2004-02-20T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T16:45:13.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>skipping the friday five this week</title><summary type='text'>And Instead I bring you the last 10 things that people searched for on search engines and found my site.  Enjoy and have a great weekend! AOL: bud light commerical  Google: geri hallwell look at me  Google: exercising badger animation  Google: de-turd the shrimp  Google: insiders view of the kabalarians  Google: scarlett johannson underwear pic  Google: scarlett johannson underwear pic  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107732419655311039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107732419655311039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107732419655311039' title='skipping the friday five this week'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107725422989842050</id><published>2004-02-19T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:27:05.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear panda express,</title><summary type='text'>Why do you taunt me so?  I see you around on most every corner out here.  Your cute little panda taunting me into coming in and enjoying your food.Which brings me to your orange chicken.  Let me tell you something about that.  I have done some extensive research and found the only way you could make the stuff more addicting is if you doubled the amount of crack already in it.  Good god Panda, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107725422989842050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107725422989842050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107725422989842050' title='dear panda express,'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107708382350838856</id><published>2004-02-17T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:00:40.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quack attack!</title><summary type='text'>Wow it is freaking pooring outside right now.  And for the first time since I have been in California I felt the wind.  Beautiful blowing wind.  Well a slight breeze in Wyoming terms, but a wind nonetheless.Okay, so I stopped writing and went out and played in the rain.  The ducks are so freaking cool!  I do not know if it was some kind of mating ritual or what, but I think the ducks were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107708382350838856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107708382350838856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107708382350838856' title='quack attack!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107699882134196961</id><published>2004-02-16T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:22:14.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go pokes, oh yeah</title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, pulled the win against the Utes tonight.  From what I heard we had a pretty good game, and I will take that.  I also saw that AirForce lost to some Texas team 37-35.  For some perspective, the halftime score of the Wyoming/Utah game was 35-30.  God that had to be a dull game to be at.I had a really good time with my Aunt and Uncle and cousins this afternoon.  Well after I somehow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107699882134196961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107699882134196961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107699882134196961' title='go pokes, oh yeah'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107689918753828797</id><published>2004-02-15T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T18:41:39.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clean clean clean</title><summary type='text'>Ahhh, got a major cleaning out of the way today.  I cleaned things that have probably never been toucched before.  Now my place does not have that peculiar funk that has been looming in it for some time now.My trip to San Francisco was really great.  First off we went to the Jelly Belly factory and the olive oil place to stock up on some goodies.  Then it was off to the pier.  Ah the pier, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107689918753828797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107689918753828797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689918753828797' title='clean clean clean'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107668527831163706</id><published>2004-02-13T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T07:16:28.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday, here's five</title><summary type='text'>The friday five this week was a little too deep for me, so I picked an old one that is not deep at all.1. What brand of toothpaste do you use?Crest fresh herbal mint.  Yum.  2. What brand of toilet paper do you prefer?Charmin of course.  It has to be squeezably soft!3. What brand(s) of shoes do you wear?Well the shoes I wear to work are Clarks, bit I love nothing more than a pair of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107668527831163706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107668527831163706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668527831163706' title='it&apos;s friday, here&apos;s five'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107665193592781721</id><published>2004-02-12T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:02:02.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trainspotting</title><summary type='text'>In my quest to see all the movies people have talked about through the years, but I have never seen, I rented Trainspotting.  A young Ewan Macgregor stars in this drug filled flick.  In any case it seems like most of the movies people talk about are all about drugs.  For instance, Requiem for a Dream.  Totally screwed up druggy movie....and it was awesome.Today was the best of days.  It is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107665193592781721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107665193592781721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107665193592781721' title='trainspotting'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107656120091743588</id><published>2004-02-11T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T20:48:29.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over</title><summary type='text'>And did you also know that I get this coming Monday off?  Holy crap I had totally forgotten about that.  It could not have come at a better time either.  I think I will go to the big city this weekend and hopefully take a picture or two for all you cool peeps.The big push to get the BIG project is finaly over.  The verdict?  An okay job with lots of little problems.  Good thing it is not for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107656120091743588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107656120091743588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656120091743588' title='it&apos;s over'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107651242631787926</id><published>2004-02-11T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T07:18:21.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one reason I like cali</title><summary type='text'>I love these goofy things running around everywhere.  In the pools, on my porch.  They hate it when you chase them too!  Not a lot going on right now so I thought I would try to brighten everyone's day with a picture of my favorite neighborhood ducks.  They make me laugh and I figured they could do the same for you.I am almost in the clear at work now, so a lot of laziness for a couple days is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107651242631787926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107651242631787926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651242631787926' title='one reason I like cali'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107642597992566152</id><published>2004-02-10T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T07:14:46.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winding down</title><summary type='text'>Well work has been a bear for about 2 weeks now.  The job goes out on Wednesday, so hopefully I just have one more day of work I would deem about as hard as college, the week before finals.Things are going well aside from that though.  It seems spring break plans are coming along well.  Other than that I desperately need to clean my place.  Any volunteers?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107642597992566152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107642597992566152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107642597992566152' title='winding down'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107630787711057187</id><published>2004-02-08T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T22:27:07.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>olives and wine</title><summary type='text'>Well aside from my incredible Saturday at work (gag) it was an okay weekend.  Today I drove out to Sonoma for a bunch of cooking demonstrations using olives and a ton of wine tasting.  It was a lot of fun, and totally free.  I tasted some excellent food and learned all about this raw food diet.  Nothing can be brought to a temperature over 105F....which when you think about it is about as hot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107630787711057187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107630787711057187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107630787711057187' title='olives and wine'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107621683987083821</id><published>2004-02-07T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T21:09:04.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday(sorta), here's five</title><summary type='text'>1. Where are you right now?Sitting at home in my underwear and a tshirt on a Saturday night.  Ah bachelor life...think I should have a beer.2. What have you lost recently?My enthusiasm at the workplace.  To many hours can do that to a man.3. What was the first CD you ever purchased? Does that embarrass you now?I bought 2 at the same time.  I walked into the Laramie Walmart, the old one, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107621683987083821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107621683987083821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107621683987083821' title='it&apos;s friday(sorta), here&apos;s five'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107604977248125508</id><published>2004-02-05T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:44:34.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another weekend at work</title><summary type='text'>How does this crap happen to me?  I do everything in my power to avoid having to put in this extra time, and yet this will be the seond weekend in a row I have been asked to help out.  And it is kinda funny cuz my boss asks me in the most shy way.  How it really went....Boss:So uh, do you think maybe, uh, you know, you could put some, um, time in this weekend and help out a little?  Please?Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107604977248125508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107604977248125508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604977248125508' title='another weekend at work'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107596403096018059</id><published>2004-02-04T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T22:55:59.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>darn you frontier</title><summary type='text'>Well I found out that I can not use my cool free flight voucher for one of my friends.  Bummer.  In that case it looks like I will be hanging out in the south for a week.  Well hopefully anyway.  I am just looking forward to getting out of SacTown again.  It is a fine place...but the little apartment is bugging me out.Alright day I suppose.  Nothing fantastic happening in y neck of the woods, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107596403096018059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107596403096018059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107596403096018059' title='darn you frontier'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107587168685804835</id><published>2004-02-03T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T21:16:27.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still good stuff</title><summary type='text'>I have to admit I am really enjoying the new season of American Idol.  I think the that the talent is already a lot better, as well as a bit better looking.  Last season was great, but I will be the first to admit that the look just was not there.  Hey, I am only 22 still, I think you have to be 23 before you can stop gushing about this kind of stuff!I am working on some spring break plans.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107587168685804835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107587168685804835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587168685804835' title='still good stuff'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107578749244480924</id><published>2004-02-02T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T21:58:50.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coming up short</title><summary type='text'>Well it is a typical monday, so I frankly do not have a whole lot interesting to say.  I ditched choir a little early, naughty me.  So to fill in for my lack of talking I searched for something cool....and this is all I could find.Okay, so maybe it is not THAT cool, but it does a kill a little time!  Have a good one!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107578749244480924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107578749244480924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107578749244480924' title='coming up short'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107569883508564093</id><published>2004-02-01T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T21:28:30.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super sunday</title><summary type='text'>Well that game started off as one of the most boring I have ever seen.  This includes the infamous 49ers slaughter of my beloved Broncos.  But in the end it turned into a fairly entertaining game.  So I guess the big question is which commercial was your favorite.  For me I think it would have to be the Bud Light commerical where the couple is riding in a  horse drawn carriage.  The woman is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107569883508564093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107569883508564093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107569883508564093' title='super sunday'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107547536846650182</id><published>2004-01-30T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T07:11:04.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday, here's five</title><summary type='text'>You have just one a million dollars.1. Who do you call first?  In my frantic button push9ing I would probably call whomever is at the top of my list of numbers.  Let's see....oh it looks like Alexa gets the first ring.2. What is the first thing you buy for yourself?A plane ticket.  To get the hell out of California and go somewhere where a million dollars can actually get you a house.3. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107547536846650182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107547536846650182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107547536846650182' title='it&apos;s friday, here&apos;s five'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107544407731144497</id><published>2004-01-29T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T22:35:17.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a friend in the blogiverse!</title><summary type='text'>Just so everyone knows, my good friend Megan (the one who leaves a lot of the comments) now has her very own blog that I helped her get up and running tonight.  It is really excellent and I expect some really good posts from her as the days go by.  So guess what?  TCU (Texas Christian University) will soon be a player in the MWC.  I guess we saw this coming for awhile, but still I think it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107544407731144497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107544407731144497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107544407731144497' title='i have a friend in the blogiverse!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107535685086847535</id><published>2004-01-28T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T22:17:43.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3degrees</title><summary type='text'>Holy crap!  Keith and I happened upon one of the coolest internet thing I think I have ever seen.  In a nutshell it allows you and your friends to listen to the same playlist at the same time.  Both of you can add music to it and pause it and everything.  Not only that but you can change backgrounds and send pictures and another thing called winks, wihich are pretty much animations that appear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107535685086847535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107535685086847535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107535685086847535' title='3degrees'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107527145781006644</id><published>2004-01-27T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:34:13.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>leave a comment</title><summary type='text'>Enough about me, how are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107527145781006644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107527145781006644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107527145781006644' title='leave a comment'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107518334100777038</id><published>2004-01-26T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T22:03:53.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>singing and stuff</title><summary type='text'>Oh boy did the ladies ever get chewed out tonight.  I mean, you have heard of a cheer-ocracy right (thank you Bring it On)?  Well there is definitley a sing-ocracy as well.  The ladies blew their part tonight and boy did the conductor ever lay into them.  Told them how much they suck compared to the guys and how he hopes someday he can have an entire choir that is good, not just the men.  Which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107518334100777038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107518334100777038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107518334100777038' title='singing and stuff'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107512977695412137</id><published>2004-01-26T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T10:55:39.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>along came polly, but why?</title><summary type='text'>I really did not do much this weekend.  I guess I cooked some but that is no big surprise.  I did go see Along Caqme Polly with Ben Stiller this weekend.  It was alright I suppose.  There for a little bit I thought I was going to get to hook up with this really hot girl who sat next to me.  But soon enough her buff boyfriend showed up with popcorn.  Anyway, if you like Friends I think you will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107512977695412137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107512977695412137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107512977695412137' title='along came polly, but why?'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107505186275933851</id><published>2004-01-23T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T09:32:33.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday, here's five...(I cheated)</title><summary type='text'>At this moment, what is your favorite....1. ....song?Tough call, but the song I can not get enough of right now is the Cardigans - Cloudy Sky.  Oh and I am also really into Eisley - Marvelous Things.2. ....food?Carb Smart Strawberry ice cream.  Good God that is the most sinful stuff I have ever had!3. ....tv show?Another tough one.  I like reality stuff such as American Idol and The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107505186275933851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107505186275933851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107505186275933851' title='it&apos;s friday, here&apos;s five...(I cheated)'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107483750042801317</id><published>2004-01-22T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T21:59:48.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sushi story</title><summary type='text'>Ahh another day in California, another day of delicious sushi and sharing the story of my nudist neighbors and the now infamous meatballs.  I love having that story, for it inspires some of the best jokes from anyone who hears it.  Also I have to say that I love Moulin Rouge.  It has been awhile since I watched it, but what can I say?  It is one of a few select movies that gives me chills every</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107483750042801317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107483750042801317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483750042801317' title='a sushi story'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107475025205599076</id><published>2004-01-21T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T21:45:39.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crank crank beep...</title><summary type='text'>crank crank beep, clunk whirrrrrr.  Ahh, the sounds of your hardrive crashing at work in the morning.  Nothing quite like it I think.  I am not even sure of all the things I lost, but I am sure something was important.  I have never seen a hardrive crash before, but what a rush as you see your work dissapear before your eyes!New guy moved in above me.  Though I do not think he really lives </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107475025205599076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107475025205599076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107475025205599076' title='crank crank beep...'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107466179074073165</id><published>2004-01-20T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T21:11:17.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>old friends</title><summary type='text'>I was absolutely thrilled to catch up with my college friend Christine this evening.  We went for about 8 months without talking to eachother, and frankly it was too long.  Interestingly enough she is a contractor now.  Simply amazing!  Part of me is happy we did not talk for so long because we each had time to get into our own fields and settle in after college.  Talking to her made me realize </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107466179074073165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107466179074073165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107466179074073165' title='old friends'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107452673139518802</id><published>2004-01-19T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T07:46:25.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>comedy and butt grabs</title><summary type='text'>The comedy club on Saturday night was a blast.  I think I learned a few things about men and women too.  Apparently men are pigs, while women have something called a menstrual cycle,  which guys do not want.  Also, apparently guys do not like their mother in laws.  Who knew?  Once they got past that typical crap (did you know black people are treated differently by police?) they were actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107452673139518802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107452673139518802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107452673139518802' title='comedy and butt grabs'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107426833122095157</id><published>2004-01-16T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T07:53:32.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday, here's five</title><summary type='text'>1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings?Hmm, all depends on if I am gonna shave or not.  But mostly either 6:33 or 6:40.  2.  Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late?Yeah, but not as late as I used to.  I miss waking up just in time to see the sunset.     Mostly it is like 8:30 or 9 though.3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning?Well sometimes it is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107426833122095157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107426833122095157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107426833122095157' title='it&apos;s friday, here&apos;s five'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107414532062016835</id><published>2004-01-14T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T21:43:20.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah, it was that good</title><summary type='text'>Oh pork roast, what can I say?  You came wrapped in rope.  I mixed you with some bbq sauce, and heaven was made.  Yummmmm.Great day at work.  I cranked out an incredible Excel spreadsheet that just freaking rocks.  Well at least I hope it does.  Tomorrow is the big test.  I imagine they will be ticked if it does not....seeing as I have like a day and a half into it.Still have not gotten </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107414532062016835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107414532062016835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107414532062016835' title='oh yeah, it was that good'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107405889906070714</id><published>2004-01-13T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T21:42:58.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like sunflower seeds</title><summary type='text'>Like I like them a lot.  The only real problem with them is that I tend to find the little shells just about everywhere.  In the couch cushions, in the refrigerator, and surprisingly enough in my freshly cleaned underwear.  Believe me, the surprise was all mine.  They really are wonderful though.  The ones in the shells force you to slow down when you eat them.  You stop eating when the salt has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107405889906070714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107405889906070714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107405889906070714' title='i like sunflower seeds'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107397434028744366</id><published>2004-01-12T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T22:15:28.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go pokes plus a review</title><summary type='text'>Well I could not be happier with the start of the season.  It sounds like Adams had a hell of a game, and aside from our free-throw shooting it was all pretty good.  Makes me happy and brightens my day.I also had my first review today.  That sure was something.  I did not get my walking papers though, so I would have to call it a success.  Actually it went pretty well.  Overall they seemed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107397434028744366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107397434028744366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397434028744366' title='go pokes plus a review'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107388787759729752</id><published>2004-01-11T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T22:14:39.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i suck at sewing buttons</title><summary type='text'>It is true!  I spent about a freaking hour tonight sewing 3 buttons back onto my shirts.  I think I need some practice.  My thumb is not very happy right now.Went and checked out the bar scene last night.  I am used to having college kids at a bar, not people that could easily fit in with my mother and possibly grandfather.  It is one thing to see some young chick grinding against a college </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107388787759729752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107388787759729752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107388787759729752' title='i suck at sewing buttons'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107370076081458081</id><published>2004-01-09T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T18:21:34.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scarlett my love</title><summary type='text'>Alright, I left a little blurb about this before, but I feel it is worthy of its own entry.  I am seriously in love.  I mean look at those lips alone.  And the opening scene still leaves me messed up in my head.  I shall marry you Scarlett Johannson.  Oh yes, I must.For your viewing pleasure you can view some more of my future wife here:View Image #1View Image #2View Image #3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107370076081458081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107370076081458081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107370076081458081' title='scarlett my love'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107366117374281688</id><published>2004-01-09T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T07:14:08.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday, here's five</title><summary type='text'>What's something you are looking forward to....1. ....today?Coming Home and playing more Prince of Persia.  Hopefully I get to leave work early too!2. ....over the next week?hmm, I suppose that my friends will get back from college break and will get on AOL again soon.3. ....this year?Definitley getting out of this apartment and into a house.  I am more excited about that than anything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107366117374281688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107366117374281688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107366117374281688' title='it&apos;s friday, here&apos;s five'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107354527545824366</id><published>2004-01-07T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T23:02:29.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it fell through</title><summary type='text'>Well things with the house fell through for now.  All because we got stuck on the lease.  I offered a GOOD deal of money to buyout my apartment lease (the full amount I would have saved in the 6 month period before my lease came up), but still no.  So I suppose I will save a few bucks before now and the end of May and buy a recliner that I have been desperatly wanting since I got here!Things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107354527545824366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107354527545824366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107354527545824366' title='it fell through'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107327987520227348</id><published>2004-01-04T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:19:05.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my gosh!</title><summary type='text'>Well I have some potentially really exciting news, but I do not want to jinx it by talking about it right now!  In any case it will be tough to sleep tonight.The weekend was great and much needed.  I cooked a lot and really made some fantastic meals.  I think I am going to make a little site on the side here for all my cooking stuff.  Let me know what you think.  I watched a couple movies, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107327987520227348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107327987520227348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327987520227348' title='oh my gosh!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107305975461793813</id><published>2004-01-02T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T08:10:22.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday, here's five</title><summary type='text'>Due to what I would consider an overwhelming response (both my readers chimed in) I am continuing the Friday Five.  Read it or do not, either way it is sticking around.1. What was your biggest accomplishment this year?Easily that would have to be graduating and getting a job.  Also I really got very far into SSX 3.  Very proud of that!2. What was your biggest disappointment?Hmmm, I had to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107305975461793813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107305975461793813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107305975461793813' title='it&apos;s friday, here&apos;s five'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107302770898965288</id><published>2004-01-01T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T23:16:16.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year's!</title><summary type='text'>And what a New Year's it was!  I spent most of the day sitting around without power because of a wicked cool storm that blew through here.  I must say when it wants to come down out here it freaking can.Well due to a conversation I had with some folks back in Casper, I will be retiring one of my favorite things to do, but apparently not so fun to read.  The Friday Five, unless I hear something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107302770898965288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107302770898965288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107302770898965288' title='happy new year&apos;s!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107286084996191429</id><published>2003-12-31T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T00:55:15.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!!!</title><summary type='text'>And tired as hell.  More to come.  Happy New Year!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107286084996191429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107286084996191429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107286084996191429' title='i&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107203298716786973</id><published>2003-12-21T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T10:57:23.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in wyoming!</title><summary type='text'>Well I made it to good ole Wyoming.  Had a great couple of parties with Meg and Keith.  Like really good ones.  Then we went to a basketball game and had a wicked good time.  Like a really wicked good time.  My sister came up to hang out with us.  That was fun, she has a new car and I thinhk that eventually she enjoyed being at the game.  Today I head back to Casper to be with my family, and of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107203298716786973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107203298716786973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107203298716786973' title='in wyoming!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107180832679820445</id><published>2003-12-18T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T20:35:05.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>packed my bags i'm ready to go</title><summary type='text'>IT'S HERE!  WOOHOO!  Tomorrow morning at 11 AM I hope on a plane to Denver!  I can not believe how long I have been waiting for this moment.  Oh wait, right about 6 months I suppose.  I got my project done and out the door and I am just rearing for a great Christmas break.  I know it is going to just whizz right by, and I really hope I get to see everyone in my short time home.  Remember to call </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107180832679820445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107180832679820445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107180832679820445' title='packed my bags i&apos;m ready to go'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107172750748138837</id><published>2003-12-17T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T22:06:00.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh mein gott!</title><summary type='text'>Well I am one 12 hour day closer to being home this week!I really hope someone is noticing all the hard work flying out of my cubicle in the past week.  I am pretty much designing an entire hospital (if Ken reads this I do know it is an MOB) by myself as my first project ever.  In any case it is a lot of work and it all has to go out on Friday...so life has been at a hectic pace.  It really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107172750748138837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107172750748138837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107172750748138837' title='oh mein gott!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107155441902292780</id><published>2003-12-15T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T22:01:10.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much work</title><summary type='text'>I get to go to Laramie and Casper, nah nah nah nah nah nah!  Boy, can you tell I am excited to head back home?  I hope it is as great as I have it in my head.  Odds are it will not meet my dreams, but close would be nice!  It will be so nice to see everyone, and get a chance to check out the Pokes again.Until then though I have a major major project heading out the door.  Work is a little nuts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107155441902292780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107155441902292780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107155441902292780' title='too much work'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107152064335909056</id><published>2003-12-15T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T12:47:39.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you still there nick?</title><summary type='text'>Yup, I am still dinking around out here.  I have been incredibly busy since I last talked to you all.  So let me fill you in!Friday we had the children's matinee.  3000 children were bussed into downtown Sac to watch us sing.  It really was quite amazing and made me feel like a rock star!  We had glow sticks that we lit right when the lights went down.  Holy crap they went insane!!!  I hve to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107152064335909056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107152064335909056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107152064335909056' title='are you still there nick?'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107121147827753414</id><published>2003-12-11T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:45:24.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>office parties and lame rehearsals</title><summary type='text'>First off, sorry for the no shows lately.  I promise I will be better next week.  So we had our big office party tonight after work.  Let me tell you something.  Office parties are NOT for the employees, as you might expect.  Oh no, they are for the clients and people we outsource work to.  You should have seen all the hoopla surrounding this stupid party tonight.  It was hard to get anything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107121147827753414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107121147827753414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107121147827753414' title='office parties and lame rehearsals'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107107170969228276</id><published>2003-12-10T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T07:57:49.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too bad we didn't win</title><summary type='text'>So we did not win the game.  In fact we lost pretty badly.  But it was still a great time.  There were probably 30 or 40 Wyoming fans there rooting them on.  We did all the classic cheers, even when we were down by 25.  It was cool to talk to this person who was from Sheridan, and that person from Cheyenne and Gillette.  Some graduted in the 90's, some as far back as the 50's.  But all were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107107170969228276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107107170969228276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107107170969228276' title='too bad we didn&apos;t win'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107094896397455079</id><published>2003-12-08T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T21:54:33.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah tis that time of year...glad it ain't me</title><summary type='text'>Oh I have so much to look forward to right now!  The concerts are coming up and I am getting really excited for those.  Tomorrow I am doing my duty as an avid Poke fan and driving out to Berkely (and missing some work....oh the sacrifices I make!) to see the Cowboys play!  And then it is now only a week and 3 days before I will be partying it up in Laramie with my good friends!  Good Lord there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107094896397455079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107094896397455079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107094896397455079' title='ah tis that time of year...glad it ain&apos;t me'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107085272757466565</id><published>2003-12-07T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T19:06:10.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>makin a roast</title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, it had better be good too.  I need something to make up for the turkey disappointment!Nice and lazy weekend.  I beat a whole game on friday with my friend KEn.  We rocked it!  8 hours of killing orcs and olaphants.  Very very fun.  Ate what could only be defined as a ton of wings dripping in vinegar and just had an all around good time.Let me tell you about this week.  I am stupid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107085272757466565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107085272757466565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107085272757466565' title='makin a roast'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107064176233720584</id><published>2003-12-05T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T08:32:27.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday, here's five</title><summary type='text'>1. Do you like to shop? Why or why not?Sure I like to shop.  Well I like to shop my way anyway.  I am not much of a clothes shopper and I really cannot stand millions of people.  Pretty much I like the electronic stores and the home decorating ones.2. What was the last thing you purchased?Now I should not go saying things I just purchased round Christmas time.  It might give it away!  (For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107064176233720584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107064176233720584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107064176233720584' title='it&apos;s friday, here&apos;s five'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107060757616076959</id><published>2003-12-04T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T23:00:15.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long day</title><summary type='text'>Had a deadline moved up about 2 weeks today, so it was a little frantic.  I put in a solid 11 hours, which is a little long for me.Enough whining about that though.  I gotta tell ya, living in the magic fairy land of student loans was great.  Here they gave me money and I did not have to pay it for 6 months after I graduated!  Wow, a whole six months.  Seems like a long time.  Like so far away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107060757616076959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107060757616076959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107060757616076959' title='long day'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107052054430187120</id><published>2003-12-03T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T22:49:43.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know it's gonna be good</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I thought last night's Simple Life was good.  Tonight's was awesome!  Paris got totally decked out just to impress some country bumpkins.  God she looked stupid, it was great.  Then while they were working they went and got in the hottub.  You know, if I decided to go jump in the hot tub in the middle of the work day, I reckon I would get fired.Not a lot going on today, so I think I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107052054430187120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107052054430187120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107052054430187120' title='you know it&apos;s gonna be good'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107043145222049426</id><published>2003-12-02T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T22:08:39.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so did you see it???</title><summary type='text'>Quite possibly one of the best reality shows aired tonight.  The Simple Life starring the infamous Paris Hilton was on.  Oh my God it is going to be so good.  The idea that it is only 30 minutes long makes me want to cry I think.  They are SOOO out of place.  Not to say that I could have plucked chikens myself, but still freaking hilarious!  If you missed it tonight you HAVE to catch it tomorrow!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107043145222049426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107043145222049426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043145222049426' title='so did you see it???'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107034854407994906</id><published>2003-12-01T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T23:03:01.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>j.lo?  please say no!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I am jamming out on my launchcast today when a song comes on and I start the toe tapping and the head bobbing.  I was just kind of grooving in my little cubicle when I started to think "Who was it that did this son?"  I opened up the little window for the radio and saw one of the most horrible sights in the world.  Jennifer Lopez staring right back at me.  I stopped tapping, stopped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107034854407994906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107034854407994906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107034854407994906' title='j.lo?  please say no!'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-107029372881221340</id><published>2003-12-01T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T07:49:24.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back online</title><summary type='text'>Welcome back to everyone!  I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving, because I sure did.  I ran around Northern California all the time.  My Thanksgiving feast came out pretty well, though my turkey was a little tough.  Not sure why, but it might be the brine.  Oh well, the stuffing was excellent.  Shane also made some excellent pecan pie (I know, I cheated a little).We went to San Francisco and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107029372881221340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/107029372881221340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107029372881221340' title='back online'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-106983169523186194</id><published>2003-11-25T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:28:46.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>Well here it is.  Thanksgiving is here, which means I have been out here alone for nearly 6 months.  It is incredible the time has passed like it has.  I have done some incredible things, seen some nice ladies and made a few friends.  When my mom left back in June I set the Thanksgiving milestone in my head.  I wanted to be established in Sacramento by the time she got back, and just feel like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/106983169523186194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/106983169523186194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106983169523186194' title='tis thanksgiving'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-106974030137699819</id><published>2003-11-24T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T22:05:43.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>choir chick</title><summary type='text'>I think it is time I informed everyone about choir chick.  Choir chick is the girl who sits in the soprano section and is drop dead gorgeous.  Totally unattainable for even the hardest working beefcakes.  Let's just say it is tough to watch the conductor when I could watch her watching the conductor instead!  What makes her even hotter is the fact that she sits in the middle of a bunch of 70 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/106974030137699819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/106974030137699819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106974030137699819' title='choir chick'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-106965612037913036</id><published>2003-11-23T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:42:29.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another weekend</title><summary type='text'>Well this weekend was spent preparing for the Thanksgiving week.  I bought a turkey and a ton of fixins.  I also did a little cleaning (yawn) and other jazz like that.I gotta tell you I am at a total loss for something to say tonight.  Sorry, call it writer's block.  The pokes lost (in both sports).  That blows!  So let me think.  Ahh, here is a link to one of my favorite sites.  It can make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/106965612037913036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/106965612037913036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106965612037913036' title='another weekend'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-106943497419713308</id><published>2003-11-21T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T11:41:47.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday, here's five</title><summary type='text'>1. List five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.First off I would really like to lose 4 or 5 more pounds by the new year.  I would like to be really close to out of credit debt (come on state retirement fund!)  Clean the heck out of my bedroom.  Do an Irish jig.  See a ton of movies.2. List five people you've lost contact with that you'd like to hear from again.Kyle, where</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/106943497419713308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/106943497419713308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106943497419713308' title='it&apos;s friday, here&apos;s five'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-106939349671223389</id><published>2003-11-20T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:45:22.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my gig</title><summary type='text'>The gig was cool.  Of course I missed the email saying that the meeting place had changed (darn you UW for cutting me off!)  But once I found everyone it was fun.  Really reminded me of highschool...only with really old people.  It really was a classy event, and if not for the $60 ticket price, I think I would have liked to stay.We went on stage right after this breakdancing group.  They were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/106939349671223389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/106939349671223389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106939349671223389' title='my gig'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652490.post-106931030029443895</id><published>2003-11-19T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:38:45.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so la la</title><summary type='text'>Hey kids.  Turned down doing the bar scene tonight.  I'm afraid I am just not into doing that with just one other guy.  Gag.  Nothing like listening to some other dude's lame lines.  Here's a good one though, "This boats going to fast.  We better make the most of it."  Nice line from "An Affair to Remember."  Now if only I were on a boat with a lady I would be set!I am really nervous for that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/106931030029443895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652490/posts/default/106931030029443895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldblodnick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931030029443895' title='so la la'/><author><name>Nick P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828868767597790741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.users.uswest.net/~choice213829645/Nick.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
