<?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-9040348955775957370</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:53:44.458-06:00</updated><category term='Gaming'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Rachael'/><category term='Kimberly'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Hayden'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Xbox'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Image Editing'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Flashback'/><category term='Jesse'/><category term='Guides'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Rock Band'/><category term='Home Media Server'/><title type='text'>Jesse's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a computer GEEK and I love my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316583707585142916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SV70DtwwnBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4n2HsxJoKFA/S220/DSCN1832.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-8984755371398022623</id><published>2010-05-15T14:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:14:25.647-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Media Server'/><title type='text'>Creating a Home Media Server, Step 1</title><content type='html'>This is the first in a series of posts on how to create a home media server to backup and serve music and home videos from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goals:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headless (no monitor or keyboard) setup for minimal storage space requirements.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UPnP support for XBox 360 &amp;amp; Playstation 3 support (Step 2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SMB support for windows &amp;amp; mac file access (Step 2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SSH for remote home network access (Step 3)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;First, the hardware&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll need an old home computer or a low powered new one from somewhere. Mostly what we need is data storage and a network card - don't spend money on lots of RAM or processor speed because they will mostly be wasted on this. Here are the minimum specs I would recommend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Processor: Minimum Core 2 Duo @ 2 GHz (you can probably get away with less here)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RAM: At least 512 MB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graphics: Doesn't matter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hard Drive: At least 200 GB, but you may want as much as 1 terabyte, especially if you have a ton of movies to store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVD drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You'll also need a monitor, keyboard, and mouse to set everything up, but these can be used for another computer once you finish this step&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you get all of the pieces together, it's time to install the software:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note: &lt;/b&gt;I'm writing this guide at first using Windows 7. However, most of the steps will work for Vista or Windows XP with some small differences. You'll need at least Home Premium edition of whatever operating system you'll be using. I will also be writing an Ubuntu Linux (free) version eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The software&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your windows install disc in the DVD drive and turn the computer on. You should be able to pretty much follow the default installation process, but be sure that you pick a strong password (8 characters, with capital letters and numbers) because this will eventually be available on the internet. Also, you'll need to remember the name you give your computer, because this is how you will be accessing it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After windows is installed, log in as administrator and open the start menu. Right click on computer then click on properties. Then click "Advanced System Settings" and go to the "Remote" tab. The bottom set of options has to do with Remote Desktop Connection. Select the middle option "Allow connections &amp;nbsp;from computers running any version of remote desktop" and click ok. This step may require you to reboot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reboot finishes, move to another computer and run Remote Desktop. (Or, Start-&amp;gt;Run-&amp;gt;mstsc&lt;enter&gt;). The server name is the name of your computer, and the username and password will be the username and password you created on your server. You should log in and see the same windows desktop that you saw on the monitor of your server.&lt;/enter&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, now you can disconnect the monitor, keyboard and mouse from the server. You can do everything from remote desktop now. I would put the server in a cool dry place and leave it running all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up - setting up UPnP and SMB shares for your music and movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-8984755371398022623?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/8984755371398022623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=8984755371398022623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/8984755371398022623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/8984755371398022623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2010/05/creating-home-media-server-step-1.html' title='Creating a Home Media Server, Step 1'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316583707585142916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SV70DtwwnBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4n2HsxJoKFA/S220/DSCN1832.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-117384520674865659</id><published>2009-06-17T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:05:42.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Training for a 5K.</title><content type='html'>Here's the work out plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week Workout 1&lt;/b&gt;- Brisk five-minute warmup walk. Then alternate 60 seconds of jogging and 90 seconds of walking for a total of 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week Workout 2-&lt;/b&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk. Then alternate 90 seconds of jogging and two minutes of walking for a total of 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week Workout 3-&lt;/b&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then do two repetitions of the following:&lt;br /&gt; Jog 200 yards (or 90 seconds)&lt;br /&gt; Walk 200 yards (or 90 seconds)&lt;br /&gt; Jog 400 yards (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Walk 400 yards (or three minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week Workout 4-&lt;/b&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)&lt;br /&gt; Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Walk 1/4 mile (or 2-1/2 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)&lt;br /&gt; Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week Workout 5-&lt;/b&gt; Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:&lt;br /&gt; Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week Workout 6-&lt;/b&gt; Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:&lt;br /&gt; Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Jog 3/4 mile (or 8 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt; Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week Workout 7-&lt;/b&gt; Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then jog 2.5 miles (or 25 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week Workout 8-&lt;/b&gt; Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then jog 2.75 miles (or 28 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week Workout 9-&lt;/b&gt; Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then jog 3 miles (or 30 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-117384520674865659?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/117384520674865659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=117384520674865659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/117384520674865659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/117384520674865659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2009/06/training-for-5k.html' title='Training for a 5K.'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316583707585142916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SV70DtwwnBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4n2HsxJoKFA/S220/DSCN1832.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-8720272723231919488</id><published>2009-01-26T17:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:14:26.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimberly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesse'/><title type='text'>Lucky Seven Tag</title><content type='html'>%%% Seven things I can do %%%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spoil Rachael&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Develop computer applications&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work hard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember lots of technical information.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butt heads with Hayden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuddle my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play video games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%%% Seven things I can't do %%%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave Rachael alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave something unfinished&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember the shortest way to get somewhere (thankfully the grid system in Utah makes it easier for me to find places).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend all the money I'd like to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save all the money I'd like to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resist Rachael's charms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put up with whining &amp;amp; complaining, especially in the middle of the night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%%% Seven things that attracted me to Rachael %%%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her beauty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her brutal honesty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The parts of her that are completely opposite of me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The parts of her that are exactly like me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way she acts when she's doing something for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How it feels to kiss her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way she looks when I surprise her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%%% Seven things I say most %%%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naaaah...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's because ... (explaining stuff)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's spelled ... (usually while Rachael's posting on the blog)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kimberly!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey buggy! (Hayden)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%%% Seven goals for the New Year %%%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose a few more pounds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a better father&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a trip with Rachael&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Further my career&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Budget better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a gym membership&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do more things outdoors (skiing, 4-wheeling, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%%% Seven favorite foods %%%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pasta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamburgers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything new&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waffles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tacos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-8720272723231919488?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/8720272723231919488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=8720272723231919488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/8720272723231919488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/8720272723231919488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2009/01/lucky-seven-tag.html' title='Lucky Seven Tag'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316583707585142916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SV70DtwwnBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4n2HsxJoKFA/S220/DSCN1832.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-4108941335493894028</id><published>2008-11-10T10:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:30:29.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesse'/><title type='text'>You took the mouse!</title><content type='html'>I am down stairs on my laptop in the office trying to print out some coupons, for the WE ARE MEMORY KEEPERS warehouse sale. It's not working right, so I turn on the desktop to print it out in Word. Cause Jesse hasn't gotten me Word for my Mac( I know he must be crazy). Turn on the computer go to use it and the mouse is GONE!  What is he thinking? So I book it up stairs to grab the mouse Jesse bought me for my Mac, that I don't really use. It's to much to carry around with Kimmy and my Mac. Plug it into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt; port and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dahh&lt;/span&gt;... Now I can you the desk top. You are so luck Jesse that I'm not completely computer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incompetent&lt;/span&gt; or you would be in so much trouble! And that I remembered we have this mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-4108941335493894028?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/4108941335493894028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=4108941335493894028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/4108941335493894028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/4108941335493894028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/11/you-took-mouse.html' title='You took the mouse!'/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QR-AwMlTayk/TtL3sVgrtTI/AAAAAAAAP1U/h0RQ4gd1SlI/s220/Profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-895126287033770335</id><published>2008-10-02T21:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:32:25.581-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>Harrumph</title><content type='html'>So Rachael seems to think that I need to update my blog more often than once every six months - I don't know what she was thinking.&lt;div&gt;Well, if you read Rachael's blog then you know that last weekend we spent a night at the Anniversary Inn in Logan. It was really fun, the room we stayed in (Juliet's Balcony) was gorgeous. It was fun to get away for a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were up there, we decided to take a trip around some of the food producers up there. First, we went to Gossner's. They have the best cheese and dairy products. They also started carrying some Cache Valley meat products, so we got some Corned Beef and Ham there also. Then we stopped by a bakery in Logan to get bread to go with the meat and cheese. We decided to go to Pepperidge Farms (about 20 minutes North of Logan). We arrived at 4:10 - only to find that they closed at 4:00. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we got some really good food that weekend. Between the local bread, meat, and cheese, and Maddox and Le Nonne, I was completely stuffed. All of the food was excellent. I had to steal Rachael's leftovers from Le Nonne and eat them for lunch today. Yum Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-895126287033770335?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/895126287033770335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=895126287033770335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/895126287033770335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/895126287033770335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/10/harrumph.html' title='Harrumph'/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QR-AwMlTayk/TtL3sVgrtTI/AAAAAAAAP1U/h0RQ4gd1SlI/s220/Profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-7213447714574554098</id><published>2008-10-01T20:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:37:02.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!</title><content type='html'>Well if your such a superior Husband, where's the post about your never ending love for me? Or even a post about how wonderful our Anniversary was? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-7213447714574554098?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/7213447714574554098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=7213447714574554098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/7213447714574554098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/7213447714574554098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/10/yeah.html' title='Yeah!'/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QR-AwMlTayk/TtL3sVgrtTI/AAAAAAAAP1U/h0RQ4gd1SlI/s220/Profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-1803329338789949596</id><published>2008-09-15T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:17:56.503-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Jesse took the 1930's husband test and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="300px" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px #000000 solid; color: #000000;background-color: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/husband.jpg" width="72"height="72"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;119&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a 1930s husband, I am&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Very Superior&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/"&gt;Take the test!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-1803329338789949596?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/1803329338789949596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=1803329338789949596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/1803329338789949596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/1803329338789949596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/09/jesse-took-1930s-husband-test-and.html' title='Jesse took the 1930&apos;s husband test and...'/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QR-AwMlTayk/TtL3sVgrtTI/AAAAAAAAP1U/h0RQ4gd1SlI/s220/Profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-123457464888832182</id><published>2008-07-18T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:00:01.753-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flashback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hayden'/><title type='text'>Flashback Friday - Life Changing Moments</title><content type='html'>Three years ago today Rachael went to her doctor for her weekly checkup. She was 37 weeks pregnant at the time. Her doctor had been watching her blood pressure closely, and this time her blood pressure was dangerously high. Rachael had to go lie down and wait for tests to be run and another doctor to come evaluate her. She called me several times at work to keep me up to date. The last call I got was Rachael telling me "They're going to induce me tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SH6LyEvFbGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xj9FfM9puUE/s1600-h/Pregopix2005+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SH6LyEvFbGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xj9FfM9puUE/s400/Pregopix2005+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223766310177303650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rachael after we found out she was going to be induced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really an odd feeling becoming a father. I wasn't sure whether to be excited, scared, happy, or whatever. I remember having a hard time sleeping that night. At least I had time to get ready and pack the camera and everything else we needed to take. The next morning we showed up at the hospital at 8:30 AM and got Rachael checked in and everything. They started her on pitossin and pretty soon she was in labor (Fun Fact: Rachael went white as a ghost and passed out when they started the pitossin IV. That was a scary moment for me).&lt;br /&gt;We weren't sure whether Rachael was going to get an epidural or not, so we decided to wait and see how bad the pain got for her (big mistake - with Kimmy we started it right away). The first two hours of labor were boring except for Rachael experiencing more pain, little by little. Finally about 11:00, she decided to go ahead and get an epidural. Then there was more waiting. It was going by so slow. Every time they checked Rachael's dilation, there was not much change. After about noon, it started moving a lot faster. The baby's heartbeat was getting less regular, so I started getting even more worried. In the end, Rachael's doctor came in and was talking about taking the baby c-section if she wasn't dilated enough. Luckily, she was and they started preparing for the birth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a flashback within a flashback. Before Rachael and I got pregnant with Hayden, our marriage was kind of on rocky ground. I didn't have any real direction in my life. I wasn't sure what I believed in or how hard I was willing to work for my relationship. I knew I loved Rachael, but I wasn't sure of myself at all. Rachael was really pushing to try for a baby, but I wasn't sure if I was ready. Finally, I gave in and said we could try. I certainly didn't expect that we would get pregnant the very first month off of birth control. But we did! (Maybe for another Flashback Friday I'll do our first baby appointment).&lt;br /&gt;So, now I was a total mess. I was trying to be really honest with myself (something I had real problems with at the time) and I wanted to decide if I believed in the LDS faith or not. Rachael asked me one night before we fell asleep "Who will bless our baby after it's born?" This, combined with all of the thoughts I had been having lately, threw me into a real self-identity crisis. Did I like who I was? What did I really believe?&lt;br /&gt;This all took place over a matter of months. One Sunday we were invited to go to church with Rachael's family and hear her sister give a talk in sacrament meeting. After sitting down, I noticed that someone had left a Book of Mormon by the hymn books. I picked it up and flipped it open. While reading, the most amazing feeling came over me. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was enough. Within a couple of months, Rachael and I were attending a married student ward, paying a full tithing, and getting ready to go through the temple. I still think it's amazing how fast my life turned around. Anyway - back to the delivery room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I felt ready to be a father, and anxious to be a good one. The last half hour of labor went like lightning. When Hayden was delivered, they put him in Rachael's lap. There is no way for me to describe the feeling of looking upon either of my children for the first time. I'll just say that it left Rachael and I in tears. I got to put on his first diaper, and I almost forgot to get any pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SH6MgR6bMII/AAAAAAAAAEo/6hSD7o_nMYA/s1600-h/Pregopix2005+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SH6MgR6bMII/AAAAAAAAAEo/6hSD7o_nMYA/s400/Pregopix2005+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223767103988510850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is about 20 minutes after Hayden was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my life has changed in a short three years. Hayden, you're the best son ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-123457464888832182?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/123457464888832182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=123457464888832182' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/123457464888832182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/123457464888832182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/07/flashback-friday-life-changing-moments.html' title='Flashback Friday - Life Changing Moments'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316583707585142916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SV70DtwwnBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4n2HsxJoKFA/S220/DSCN1832.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SH6LyEvFbGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xj9FfM9puUE/s72-c/Pregopix2005+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-8467972945174375247</id><published>2008-07-17T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:51:28.281-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image Editing'/><title type='text'>My First Great Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SH9qYJ47PtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/am32ica1TpA/s1600-h/DesktopFlower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SH9qYJ47PtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/am32ica1TpA/s400/DesktopFlower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224011055977152210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created a desktop background from a picture that I took with Rachael's new camera. The picture was OK, but I wanted to blur the background a little more and take some of the color out of it. I think it looks pretty professional, but let me know if you disagree.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;License: You may use this picture on your PC display. No printing, altering (excluding image resizing and/or cropping for display purposes), or redistribution, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-8467972945174375247?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/8467972945174375247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=8467972945174375247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/8467972945174375247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/8467972945174375247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/07/my-first-great-picture.html' title='My First Great Picture'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316583707585142916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SV70DtwwnBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4n2HsxJoKFA/S220/DSCN1832.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SH9qYJ47PtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/am32ica1TpA/s72-c/DesktopFlower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-5915475652276063140</id><published>2008-07-12T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:55:00.393-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Yard Work</title><content type='html'>Since Hayden's birthday party is next week, we really needed to do a lot of work on our back yard. So, I headed outside this morning after breakfast. I started out by string trimming. Our stupid string trimmer is having the hardest time feeding string. I had to stop it probably 10 times so I could get more string out by pulling it by hand. I filled up the trimmer with gas before I started, and (because I had to stop and start so many times) it was empty before I finished everything I wanted to. At least I finished the back yard.&lt;div&gt;Rachael asked me if I could wait to mow the lawn until after we ripped the lattice out from under our deck. It was pretty deteriorated when we moved in, and it's come completely loose lately. It will blow back and forth on our deck and click, click, click... It gets really annoying in the wind. Anyway, we got rid of the worst of it. We also raked up the lawn and swept the fire-pit's pad. Rachael mowed the back lawn, and it looks really nice! I weeded the garden plots while she mowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hayden decided to help me pick up the weeds from the garden, so he went &amp;amp; grabbed a bucket. When I went over to help him a little, the bucket was half full of dirt. He wants so bad to be helpful, and he was kind of disappointed when I dumped the bucket out and helped him get started with just the weeds. He had a blast counting every weed he put in the bucket after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachael went inside with Hayden and Kimmy while I mowed the front. When I finished, I locked our gate (the only way between the back &amp;amp; front outside) and went to head inside and take a shower. Unbeknownst to me, Rachael had already started her shower and Hayden had decided to lock the back door. I got to sit on our deck for about 15 minutes waiting for Rachael. She said that she was waiting for me to come get in the shower so it took even longer. It was so hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all of the yard work, I felt like I deserved a treat. So we went to Burger Bar again and got lunch (I tried the buffalo burger - it was really good) and a butterfinger shake to share. All of the work was worth the reward! Plus the yard looks really nice after a good watering. Now if we can just get rid of the stupid ugly bath tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XVMbJwllkIg/SHlfuv93vjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Dx1vc8Wetrw/s1600-h/DSCN0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XVMbJwllkIg/SHlfuv93vjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Dx1vc8Wetrw/s400/DSCN0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222310499667394098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-5915475652276063140?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/5915475652276063140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=5915475652276063140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/5915475652276063140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/5915475652276063140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/07/yard-work_12.html' title='Yard Work'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316583707585142916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SV70DtwwnBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4n2HsxJoKFA/S220/DSCN1832.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XVMbJwllkIg/SHlfuv93vjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Dx1vc8Wetrw/s72-c/DSCN0569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-7035818870822639245</id><published>2008-07-11T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:55:16.307-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Memory Lane..Tag</title><content type='html'>Here are the directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-7035818870822639245?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/7035818870822639245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=7035818870822639245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/7035818870822639245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/7035818870822639245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/07/memory-lanetag.html' title='Memory Lane..Tag'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316583707585142916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SV70DtwwnBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4n2HsxJoKFA/S220/DSCN1832.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-4081422050224223752</id><published>2008-07-09T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:59:59.323-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Copy this list and bold what you have done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've done the ones in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#963e32;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red/brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been a part of a hockey fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;4. Changed a baby’s diaper  &lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity  &lt;br /&gt;7. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;. Climbed a mountain (hiked) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a tarantula  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;0. Said “I love you” and meant it  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;14. Stayed up all night long and watched the sun rise  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Statue of Liberty  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;19. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;20. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. Bet on a winning horse  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;27. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar  &lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;30. Ridden a roller coaster  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;31. Hit a home run (kicked) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;32. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;33. Adopted an accent for fun&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;35. Felt very happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;36. Loved your job 90% of the time  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;38. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;40. Gone on a midnight walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;41. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;42. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;43. Ever bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited India  &lt;br /&gt;45. Bench-pressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;46. Milked a cow  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;47. Alphabetized your personal files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;48. Ever worn a superhero costume (as a kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;49. Sung karaoke (ROCK BAND!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;50. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain  &lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt; 54. Gone to a drive-in theater  &lt;br /&gt;55. Done something you should regret, but don’t  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;59. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;60. Gone without food for 3 days  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;61. Made cookies from scratch  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;62. Won first prize in a costume contest  &lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;64. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;65. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;66. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;67. Bounced a check  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;68. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;69. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;70. Found out something significant that your ancestors did  &lt;br /&gt;71. Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;72. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over  &lt;br /&gt;73. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge  &lt;br /&gt;74. Helped an animal give birth  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;75. Been fired or laid off from a job  (I was still in school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;76. Won money  (Arcades)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;78. Ridden a motorcycle (I tipped one over and ran another into a picnic table - I won't be riding again anytime soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;79. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;80. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;81. Slept through an entire flight (close enough anyway - New York to Paris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;82. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;83. Eaten sushi  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;85. Read The Bible cover to cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;86. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;87. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;88. Gone back to school  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;89. Changed your name  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;90. Caught a fly in the air with your bare hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;91. Eaten fried green tomatoes  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;92. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;93. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;94. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;95. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;96. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;97. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;98. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;99. Had to put someone you love into hospice care  &lt;br /&gt;100. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;102. Dyed your hair  &lt;br /&gt;103. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;104. Rocked a baby to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;105. Dropped a cat from a high place to see if it really lands on all fours  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;106. Raked your carpet  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;107. Brought out the best in people&lt;br /&gt;108. Brought out the worst in people  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;109. Worn a mood ring  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;110. Ridden a horse  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;111. Carved an animal from a piece of wood or bar of soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;112. Cooked a dish where four people asked for the recipe  &lt;br /&gt;113. Buried a child  &lt;br /&gt;114. Gone to a Broadway play  &lt;br /&gt;115. Been inside the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;116. Shot a basketball into a basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;117. Danced at a disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;118. Played in a band (in a ROCK BAND!! Ka-chow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;119. Shot a bird  &lt;br /&gt;120. Gone to an arboretum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;121. Tutored someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;122. Ridden a train  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;123. Brought an old fad back into style&lt;br /&gt;124. Eaten caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;125. Let a salesman talk you into something you didn’t need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;126. Ridden a giraffe or elephant&lt;br /&gt;127. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;128. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;129. Lived in an historic place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;130. Acted in a play or performed on a stage  (2nd grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;131. Asked for a raise  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;132. Made a hole-in-one   &lt;br /&gt;133. Gone deep sea fishing  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;134. Gone roller skating  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;135. Run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;136. Learned to surf  &lt;br /&gt;137. Invented something  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;138. Flown first class (Our trip home from our honeymoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;139. Spent the night in a 5-star luxury suite  &lt;br /&gt;140. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;141. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;142. Sang a solo  &lt;br /&gt;143. Gone spelunking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;144. Learned how to take a compliment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;145. Written a love story (no you can't see it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;146. Seen Michelangelo’s David  &lt;br /&gt;147. Had your portrait painted  &lt;br /&gt;148. Written a fan letter&lt;br /&gt;149. Spent the night in something haunted&lt;br /&gt;150. Owned a St. Bernard or Great Dane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151. Ran away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;152. Learned to juggle (sort of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;153. Been a boss &lt;br /&gt;154. Sat on a jury  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;155. Lied about your weight  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;156. Gone on a diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;157. Found an arrowhead or a gold nugget  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;158. Written a poem  &lt;br /&gt;159. Carried your lunch in a lunchbox&lt;br /&gt;160. Gotten food poisoning  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;161. Gone on a service, humanitarian or religious mission  &lt;br /&gt;162. Hiked the Grand Canyon  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;163. Sat on a park bench and fed the ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;164. Gone to the opera  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;165. Gotten a letter from someone famous (Eleanor Roosevelt, when I was 6 or 7) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;166. Worn knickers&lt;br /&gt;167. Ridden in a limousine&lt;br /&gt;168. Attended the Olympics  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;169. Can hula or waltz  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;170. Read a half dozen Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;171. Been stuck in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;172. Had a revelatory dream&lt;br /&gt;173. Thought you might crash in an airplane  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;174. Had a song dedicated to you on the radio or at a concert  &lt;br /&gt;175. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;176. Eaten raw whale&lt;br /&gt;177. Know how to tat, smock or do needlepoint  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;178. Laughed till your side hurt  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;179. Straddled the equator&lt;br /&gt;180. Taken a photograph of something other than people that is worth framing  &lt;br /&gt;181. Gone to a Shakespeare Festival&lt;br /&gt;182. Sent a message in a bottle  &lt;br /&gt;183. Spent the night in a hostel  &lt;br /&gt;184. Been a cashier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;185. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;186. Joined a union  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;187. Donated blood or plasma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;188. Built a campfire&lt;br /&gt;189. Kept a blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;190. Had hives  &lt;br /&gt;191. Worn custom made shoes or boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;192. Made a PowerPoint presentation  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;193. Taken a Hunter’s Safety Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;194. Served at a soup kitchen  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;195. Conquered the Rubik’s cube  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; color:#963e32;"&gt;196. Know CPR  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;197. Ridden in or owned a convertible  &lt;br /&gt;198. Found a long lost friend&lt;br /&gt;199. Helped solve a crime&lt;br /&gt;200. Responded to a NJP newsletter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98/200 - Beat ya Rach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-4081422050224223752?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/4081422050224223752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=4081422050224223752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/4081422050224223752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/4081422050224223752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/07/copy-this-list-and-bold-what-you-have.html' title='Copy this list and bold what you have done.'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316583707585142916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SV70DtwwnBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4n2HsxJoKFA/S220/DSCN1832.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-9028624475012621256</id><published>2008-07-04T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:00:42.880-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image Editing'/><title type='text'>Twindagger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've always been good with computers. When I was 5, my dad would have me help him format 5 1/4" floppy disks for him so he didn't have to (it was tedious to format 50 disks at a time - but I loved it). So, it was natural that I started to use the computer a lot as I got older. When my dad gave me my first email account, he used the nickname "Wizkid." So, I used that whenever I needed to have an online identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SG6_URFuAcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jKhJfRB9ktc/s1600-h/UnrealTournamentLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SG6_URFuAcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jKhJfRB9ktc/s400/UnrealTournamentLogo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219319373074661826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I graduated from High School, I bought a computer game called Unreal Tournament. Wizkid just didn't seem like a "Macho" enough name for a game where the object is to kill as many other players as possible. So, I came up with another nick. I have twin sisters, so that gave me the idea to have something with "twin" in it. I considered a bunch of names, but none of them really fit. At the time, I was also really into The Wheel of Time. There are a couple of characters in the series named after a set of dueling daggers, so I put the two ideas together and Twindagger was born. It's stuck with me ever since. I doodled up an icon to go with the name - too bad you can't upload custom gamerpics to Xbox Live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SG6_mseLIMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5jjIDUBpXJI/s1600-h/_PLw0STv4NDtzFPQ-rQdWjZDxYPTbdY8a4w0UnqPe5M0Uw3QQbQeJ1FKl6OFVEVG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SG6_mseLIMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5jjIDUBpXJI/s400/_PLw0STv4NDtzFPQ-rQdWjZDxYPTbdY8a4w0UnqPe5M0Uw3QQbQeJ1FKl6OFVEVG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219319689662636226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-9028624475012621256?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/9028624475012621256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=9028624475012621256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/9028624475012621256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/9028624475012621256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/07/twindagger.html' title='Twindagger'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316583707585142916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SV70DtwwnBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4n2HsxJoKFA/S220/DSCN1832.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SG6_URFuAcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jKhJfRB9ktc/s72-c/UnrealTournamentLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-6673988218121328006</id><published>2008-06-28T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:27:24.211-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Xbox 360</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SGaektG_1pI/AAAAAAAAADw/i2DEz-oz11Q/s1600-h/DSCN0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SGaektG_1pI/AAAAAAAAADw/i2DEz-oz11Q/s400/DSCN0224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217031571776722578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've been evicted, I'm going to put everything on here that Rachael doesn't approve of on my original blog. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SGacODVAoPI/AAAAAAAAADo/Hj9LQ-mQjfg/s1600-h/rock-band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SGacODVAoPI/AAAAAAAAADo/Hj9LQ-mQjfg/s320/rock-band.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217028983580827890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of weeks ago I got an Xbox 360 Elite and then I got Rock Band last Friday (I told Rachael that she could get her camera if she got Rock Band at the same time). I love the drums on Rock Band - thanks Miff for introducing me to them (over Rachael's objections).&lt;div&gt;I got on Xbox Live (my gamertag's on the right) and I had to get Geometry Wars and Castlevania: Symphony of the Night. I could spend a ton of money on games right off, but I shouldn't. I'm downloading a whole bunch of demos to see which games are worth renting/buying. If anybody has any ideas, please leave a comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've played the 360 on 2 big HDTVs now - and it's just reinforced my techno-lust for a nice big TV. Just a little longer...42" Vizio here I come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI: if you leave any recommendations, we're not going to get any M-rated games. We don't want Hayden to get the wrong ideas from Daddy's gaming habits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-6673988218121328006?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/6673988218121328006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=6673988218121328006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/6673988218121328006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/6673988218121328006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/06/xbox-360.html' title='Xbox 360'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316583707585142916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SV70DtwwnBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4n2HsxJoKFA/S220/DSCN1832.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SGaektG_1pI/AAAAAAAAADw/i2DEz-oz11Q/s72-c/DSCN0224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-6544666062274292427</id><published>2008-06-28T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:00:45.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>We're going to miss you...</title><content type='html'>Steve and Jenni are leaving us soon to live in Ohio. We will miss you guys and the fun get-togethers so much. Good luck guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-6544666062274292427?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/6544666062274292427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=6544666062274292427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/6544666062274292427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/6544666062274292427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/06/were-going-to-miss-you.html' title='We&apos;re going to miss you...'/><author><name>Rachael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QR-AwMlTayk/TtL3sVgrtTI/AAAAAAAAP1U/h0RQ4gd1SlI/s220/Profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040348955775957370.post-7960407797449487045</id><published>2008-06-27T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:58:12.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the last straw!</title><content type='html'>I am posting this while logged in as Jesse. He has officeall been evicted from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; blog! Putting gamer stuff on my cute little blog. Grrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9040348955775957370-7960407797449487045?l=jesse.twindagger.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/feeds/7960407797449487045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040348955775957370&amp;postID=7960407797449487045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/7960407797449487045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040348955775957370/posts/default/7960407797449487045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesse.twindagger.com/2008/06/thats-last-straw.html' title='That&apos;s the last straw!'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316583707585142916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqbyeJ8fOsA/SV70DtwwnBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4n2HsxJoKFA/S220/DSCN1832.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
