tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55021120175514984442024-03-14T04:23:42.087-04:00Not all who wander are lostMikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-76347873368870516252009-12-27T21:50:00.000-05:002009-12-27T21:51:21.211-05:00What's forever for<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yqMOVdde3jo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yqMOVdde3jo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-48571694245012171882009-12-15T18:17:00.001-05:002009-12-15T18:17:27.658-05:00I Wonder<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pHhItkhc7o&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pHhItkhc7o&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-47708971186703908172009-12-15T14:56:00.002-05:002009-12-15T15:04:59.615-05:00John BerryI been listening to this guy a lot lately. He's not a humongous country star or anything like that but he should be in my opinion. I just love his voice.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/62okIG1DNB8&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/62okIG1DNB8&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLrEAH2-KvE&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLrEAH2-KvE&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-25168440216622549182009-11-06T21:54:00.004-05:002009-11-06T22:48:25.211-05:00Don't say it if you don't mean itI'm sitting here watching the Nascar truck race on Speed and just got off the phone with Jay after having our first big argument. He gone to South Carolina for the weekend to visit his mom who he hadn't seen in a while. I have to work tomorrow or I would have went and if I had then the fight wouldn't have happened.<br /><br />The fights totally my fault and I know it but still its hard to do anything about it. The whole thing is about me not saying those 3 little words, I love you when its said to me either over the phone or while he's going out the door. I knew it would eventually lead to a fight just didn't know when. At first he would just play it off and laugh about it when I would always say me too, whenever he would say it. Its funny cause its weird for me to even type the words,how crazy is that.<br /><br />Anyways it got to the point where he was just saying I like you at the end of a phone call as a way to point out that he wasn't gonna say it if I wasn't going to,which didn't bother me but I did notice but never said anything. Tonight he said the words and I did my usual reply, me too. Then he says,"Look don't say it if you don't mean it" and then it was silent for like 5 seconds which seemed like a whole minute and when I didn't say anything he hung up. Must have been the shortest fight in the history of phone fights lol.<br /><br />I shouldn't laugh about it cause it is a serious issue I have but I reckon its better than crying about it, or maybe it would be better to cry over it,who knows. The words were never said when I was younger in my family So me playing half ass shrink I would say that's where the whole thing stems from.<br /><br />I'll have the problem the rest of my life if I don't do something about it and it will probably lead to ever relationship I have with a guy ending up with him just leaving. Now that I think back that may be the reason my relationship with Ryan ended the way it did, I'll have to do a lot more thinking on that. So will I call and say the words to Jay, I doubt it. I'm one hard headed son of a bitch. He's originally from South Carolina so maybe he had it planned to get in a phone fight with me while he was home and just stay there.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-68084283069654510412009-10-28T10:30:00.002-04:002009-10-28T10:36:36.452-04:00Cool QuoteI seen this quote on a sign yesterday and thought it was really cool. I tried looking up who said it but seems to be by unknown, he says a lot of cool stuff<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Yesterday is History,Tomorrow a Mystery,Today is a Gift,Thats why it's called the Present</strong></span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJ97wueUXEM&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJ97wueUXEM&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-75672462580984146152009-10-24T21:36:00.001-04:002009-10-24T21:36:55.494-04:00Second Chance<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oMo45wN81Rw&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oMo45wN81Rw&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-79049881000809085682009-10-22T17:22:00.002-04:002009-10-22T17:34:26.463-04:00Old is betterIn case anybody's wondering about my profile pic and why I changed it. I think most people know I hate pics of myself. I use to think I was to thin,back when that pic was taken I was 17 and even back then hated pics of me. Pics of me are kinda rare and my sister sent that pic along with a few other old ones to me the other day, Damn Ive changed now they got me thinking I'm to fat. I can't believe I'm saying this but I like the old me a whole lot better.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-41285159592586610722009-10-22T12:16:00.003-04:002009-10-22T13:02:14.753-04:00My New Boo BooHey I realized after I made my last post that I had mentioned having me a boyfriend but didn't even tell y'all his name, crazy me. His name if anybody was curious is Jayson but everybody just calls him Jay.<br /><br />So about my boo boo I mentioned in my post, it hurt like hell when it happened and still sore like I been whipped with a belt.<br /><br />It happened Tuesday I didn't have any classes and I was waiting at a house that were working on for a bunch of drywall to be delivered that I to sign for. Anyways truck pulls up from the place who's name I wont mention but the initials are H.D. and main color is orange. I didn't notice but the load of drywall wasn't exactly on the truck straight and I had my back turned, strap holding the load down popped and smacked me right on the ass. It left a mark even through my jeans and is really sore.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QpAYD-G--BE/SuCPZMuT6OI/AAAAAAAABk8/bFkKHee0lZ4/s1600-h/boo-boo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QpAYD-G--BE/SuCPZMuT6OI/AAAAAAAABk8/bFkKHee0lZ4/s320/boo-boo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395470016664824034" /></a><br /><br />Even though its sore I'm sure it would have been much worse if Jay hadn't kissed it and rubbed lotion on it:)Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-55229866457411762482009-10-18T10:42:00.002-04:002009-10-18T11:18:47.017-04:00Beautiful LoserWow I can't believe I remembered the password to this blog lol. It did take me 3 tries to get it right though. Just haven't been into getting on here and writing anything down. My life is pretty boring, its just school and going home. Schools going good they ain't kicked me out yet cause of bad grades or whatever. When not going to school I'm working for Ryan's mom helping fix up houses. Its not actually working for her its for the construction company but her being in the real estate business she involved in the houses that are getting fixed up if that makes sense.<br /><br />Yes if your wondering Mike does have a boyfriend. I have actually had 2 one being the guy I got now. The other guy lets just say didn't last long once I found out his bad habit of putting stuff up his nose. Luckily things didn't go far enough along with us for me to worry about anything if ya know what I mean, like in as far as me getting anything he may have had. Lets just say I didn't get fleas from the dog haha<br /><br />But my guy now is certainly a keeper:) hes funny not to mention cute as a little kitten and this one definitely doesn't have fleas!! I met him at school and we being together now for about 4 months and all is great between us.<br /><br />So about the title of my post Beautiful Loser, you may not know but along with country music I also love old rock music and love me some Bob Seger. Anyway I hadn't heard this song in ages but it has been in my head for about a week. So I stated listening to the song and reading the lyrics and got to wondering what the song was about, who is he describing in it. I'm not saying that I'm beautiful far from it but I read a comment on youtube that someone made about what they think the song means.<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">The song seems pretty simple to me. It's about a "good" man, who is considerate and kind and good ... but he is throwing away happiness with both hands, because he isn't able to be "happy" with what he has, because he thinks his goodness entitles him having it all, having everything and he doesn't understand why he doesn't have it all.<br />The singer pities the man, because he knows how crushing it will be for the man when he finally realizes that he's been wrong.<br /></span><br />And it seems like it fits me somehow, I don't know maybe I'm crazy but I see myself in the lyrics. I'd like to think that I'm a "good" guy and I often wonder where being a good guy gets you in life. Look at other people who you wouldn't say are good and there is a lot of them that I would say have it all. Yeah I'm mainly referring to money and I know that's not having it all when you got tons of money but it sure don't hurt having it. A guy can be the biggest asshole in the world but if they have money other people look past the asshole part just cause of the money. Then you have the "good" guys they just get overlooked for the most part.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Zn8DKH6RMo&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Zn8DKH6RMo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />I don't know I reckon I'm just thinking to much. I plan writing on here more than i have been which has been hardly not at all but anyway maybe at least once a week or so, just to get things off my mind like the Beautiful Loser song that was bugging me.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-30385323360951299152009-08-04T10:58:00.002-04:002009-08-04T11:26:48.770-04:00Walk OffI think its about time to put this blog out of its misery. Ive never liked talking about myself and to come on here and try to I hate it. I know most will say nobodys forcing me to so why not just keep the blog and do like Ive been doing and post song videos and pics or whatever else I choose. I would do that but I got the feeling that I just need a fresh start of things and deleting this blog is part of it. I also got some other things I'm going to make a fresh start with but that's personal and those involved will find out soon enough, silence is golden.<br /><br />I do like having a blog to post stuff on when I feel like it so I will be starting another one to post stuff on that interests me. I'll leave this blog up until I start the new one and put the link up just in case anybody would want to check it out.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-2111300595109236712009-07-27T13:23:00.002-04:002009-07-27T13:33:44.407-04:00My old home townI thought this video was really cool. Its a video of my home town someone made while they was on the Amtrak that stops in town once a week. When I found it I was like wow I can't believe someone taped my little no stop light town. It was shot last October so its 10 months old but I'm sure nothing much has changed. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0nYRrkvoaM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0nYRrkvoaM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-70151966495124145262009-07-21T11:41:00.004-04:002009-10-19T10:27:28.742-04:00Farther find me now<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBuCqpcxs8M&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBuCqpcxs8M&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-65048032879905141422009-06-08T13:08:00.002-04:002009-06-08T13:52:07.873-04:00Just me thinkingI been thinking a lot lately of what makes people cry. I mean you cry when you get hurt because of pain but you also cry when your happy and also when sad. Is it weird not to cry ar all?<br /><br />Of course I didnt cry when my "father" died, you may think I'm a terrible person but with him the only thing I thought was wow I'm glad thats finally over with. Now heres the weird part, when my brother died I didnt cry then either. Its not like I didnt love my brother me and him was real close.<br /><br />I think a lot of why I didnt show any emotion at eithers dying. The one I hated so thats natural not to cry over him but my brother is the one got me puzzled. I just wonder if I will cry when my mom dies or my uncle and his family that I'm close to?Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-78151661668099019302009-06-05T07:35:00.003-04:002009-06-05T08:45:08.970-04:00Sometimes nothing can be a real cool hand<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyrbkYuSeElmBH2GDalRKrTMe0fhGcfeSKs9IXnXq9F9mn_zvWRJDunFf_qcPedFEXu7YQgcQfQ8N4yeAFXFA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-52704446338104027612009-05-31T06:07:00.001-04:002009-05-31T06:09:57.132-04:00A quoteI found this quote by Paul Newman and thought it was really cool. His movie Cool Hand Luke is my all time favorite.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">"I'm a supporter of gay rights. And not a closet supporter either. From the time I was a kid, I have never been able to understand attacks upon the gay community. There are so many qualities that make up a human being... by the time I get through with all the things that I really admire about people, what they do with their private parts is probably so low on the list that it is irrelevant." - Paul Newman.</span></strong>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-425822234387485452009-05-30T12:03:00.001-04:002009-05-30T12:11:07.375-04:00If's and buts and bust your nuts<strong><span style="color:#009900;">If</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">kittens</span> <span style="color:#000099;">were</span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">the </span><span style="color:#33cc00;">king</span> <span style="color:#00cccc;">of</span> <span style="color:#330033;">the</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">jungle</span> <span style="color:#ff6666;">then</span> <span style="color:#660000;">mice</span> <span style="color:#663300;">would </span><span style="color:#ff9966;">be</span> <span style="color:#666666;">elephants</span></strong>.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-58697961866798884192009-05-25T08:37:00.003-04:002009-05-25T09:08:19.135-04:00Connecting dotsPlease don't try to connect dots to song videos that I post with my own feelings. All the videos of singers I post, I do so because I love their voice, the way they sound. Lyrics to a song don't touch me like that to make me cry or be happy or whatever. I quit having feelings a long time ago. For the record I am doing just fine and I don't need to talk to anybody about my "problems" or "feelings".<br /><br />I reckon I want to ride a bull since I'm posting this video. I would ride George Strait though haha. This is a old video of him he was hot back then and even though he's in his 50's now he's still a hot looking dude and I'd still ride him;)<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaearoyZKPw&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaearoyZKPw&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-40772025365957956952009-05-24T12:03:00.000-04:002009-05-24T12:04:07.151-04:00What I'd Say<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ApuB93mAyR8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ApuB93mAyR8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-46925869364581143432009-05-15T10:42:00.001-04:002009-05-15T10:44:16.087-04:00Wishing I had this much talent<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QpAYD-G--BE/Sg1_sGzmdfI/AAAAAAAABk0/8fLEK1O6mxc/s1600-h/1235595458-lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QpAYD-G--BE/Sg1_sGzmdfI/AAAAAAAABk0/8fLEK1O6mxc/s320/1235595458-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336061529221920242" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QpAYD-G--BE/Sg1_r33ScHI/AAAAAAAABks/TIBd-wYUKyQ/s1600-h/1235574615-lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QpAYD-G--BE/Sg1_r33ScHI/AAAAAAAABks/TIBd-wYUKyQ/s320/1235574615-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336061525210853490" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QpAYD-G--BE/Sg1_r_PWjsI/AAAAAAAABkk/AXxONf0soOA/s1600-h/1231509000-lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QpAYD-G--BE/Sg1_r_PWjsI/AAAAAAAABkk/AXxONf0soOA/s320/1231509000-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336061527190834882" /></a>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-12723223920166746612009-04-29T15:39:00.002-04:002009-04-29T15:49:31.713-04:00The Voice is gone<span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Second best voice in country music ever passed away today. Only thing my "father" ever did that was worth anything was to turn me on to Vern Gosdins music. Now all thats left is Georgs Jones as far as great voices go. Weird its like losing a close relative that I cared for.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><em>Vern Gosdin, whose country hits included the chart-topping 'Set 'em Up Joe,' 'I Can Tell By the Way You Dance (You're Gonna Love Me Tonight)' and 'I'm Still Crazy,' died at a Nashville hospital early Wednesday morning. He was 74.<br /><br />According to Nashville's Tennessean newspaper, Gosdin's administrative assistant Dawn Hall said the singer suffered "a pretty bad stroke" about three weeks ago. He died peacefully in his sleep.<br /><br />Born in Woodland, Ala., on August 5, 1934, Gosdin was one of country music's most hardcore traditional singers, although his musical career encompassed a variety of genres. A one-time bandmate of The Byrds' Chris Hillman, he also performed with his brother Rex in the California-based band The Golden State Boys, and later as The Gosdin Brothers.<br /><br />Gosdin charted consistently throughout the 1980s, with hits such as 'If You're Gonna Do Me Wrong (Do It Right),' 'That Just About Does It' and 'This Ain't My First Rodeo.' In 1989, his Top 10 hit 'Chiseled in Stone,' co-written with Max D. Barnes, earned CMA Song of the Year honors.<br /><br />An obvious influence on a new generation of country acts, Gosdin's 1982 hit, 'Today My World Slipped Away,' became a chart-topper for George Strait in 1997, and Brad Paisley's 2003 album, 'Mud on the Tires,' included his version of Gosdin's 1990 hit, 'Is It Raining at Your House.'<br /><br />Earlier this year, in an interview with The Boot, Jake Owen said of Gosdin, "He's not as respected as he should be. To me, he's one of the greatest singers I've ever heard interpret a </em><br /><em>song. He's just got this coolness about him."<br /><br />Funeral arrangements for Gosdin are incomplete.</em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUTyH8ZYZdA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUTyH8ZYZdA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-55207046797509495442009-03-18T15:41:00.000-04:002009-03-18T15:42:35.519-04:00The reason why<div><object width="512" height="322"><param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="AllowScriptAccess" VALUE="always" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /><param name="flashVars" value="id=v36794919&vid=2077377&lang=en-us&intl=us&thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/36794919%3Bsize%3D385x231&embed=1" /><embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashVars="id=v36794919&vid=2077377&lang=en-us&intl=us&thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/36794919%3Bsize%3D385x231&embed=1" ></embed></object><br /><a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/2077377/v36794919">The Reason Why</a> @ <a href="http://video.yahoo.com" >Yahoo! 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He says that makes no sense a Nascar race only 30 miles away and you love Nascar but you going to watch it on a damn 20 inch TV.<br /><br />I wont go into the argument but we get into a good one and finally he says well if you don't want the ticket I'll just rip it up and I don't even care that it cost 80 bucks. I know he would of torn it up to cause he's that way. He said whether you go or not I'll have spent 80 bucks on you so you just as well get off your pride horse and go.<br /><br />So I went and had a great time, I enjoyed the race my driver Kasey Kahne came in 7th and it looked like he had a chance to win for a while but oh well.<br /><br />I may have had to good of a time but only time will tell on that. You ever do something and soon as it's done you think, why in the hell did I just do that.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-19011236174157978942009-03-06T11:29:00.002-05:002009-03-06T11:37:28.552-05:00True happiness if it exists<span style="color:#000099;">The path to true happiness is:<br /><br />Having something to </span><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>do<br /></strong><br />Having someone or something to </span><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>love<br /></strong><br />Having something to <strong>hope</strong> for.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">So far I strike out in all 3 but who knows what the future holds, more of the same maybe, or not.</span>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-56411140624773901572009-03-05T14:50:00.003-05:002009-03-05T14:57:37.726-05:00Check this out!!I just found this link to the new movie Milk, the one Sean Penn just won an Oscar for. Just think you could be one of the first to have it. It don't release till March 10 but there taking orders for it now.<br /><br /><a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=P41CRbBqTJI&offerid=132481.10000107&type=4&subid=0"><IMG alt="Preorder Oscar Winner Milk at fye.com release Mar 10." border="0" src="http://content.vcommerce.com/products/321/62582321/main-150.jpg"></a><IMG border="0" width="1" height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=P41CRbBqTJI&bids=132481.10000107&type=4&subid=0">Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502112017551498444.post-45324371229887119492009-03-05T12:19:00.003-05:002009-03-05T12:37:00.990-05:00Missed chancesI had a chance to go to a Nascar race this weekend but had to turn it down. Their racing in Hampton which is not far from where I'm staying. Corey invited me, the whole family was going.<br /><br />I can't see myself going to the race as much as I wanted to go and them paying for it. Corey was even trying to talk me into going by telling me he was paying for it himself but I know better.<br /><br />It would probably been odd being at the race anyway cause Ryan and his boy friend was going to be there. Don't get me wrong I'm happy for them and every thing but I do think it would be awkward, not that I would ever do or say anything its just a funny feeling i have.<br /><br />It's OK really cause I can still watch it on TV.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913932855425736709noreply@blogger.com4