<?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-5557469824458338000</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:24:44.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rotten Egg</title><subtitle type='html'>The Last One is a Rotten Egg!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-3144960837068121525</id><published>2009-01-25T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:04:36.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taged again...</title><content type='html'>I am - still looking (Now with good company)&lt;br /&gt;I want - to be able to supply for my family.... and Jello&lt;br /&gt;I hear - the beautiful sound of kids RUNNING A MUCK! :D&lt;br /&gt;I never - write my thoughts anymore... or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder - when, where, why, how... and when again.&lt;br /&gt;I always - win (.)  ~notice the period... I make the rules to my 1..2..3 I win game... Rule number one is... I WIN.  -end of rules&lt;br /&gt;I usually - notice something I did years before was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I search - for new ways to do old things.&lt;br /&gt;I am not - always understood.&lt;br /&gt;I dance - rarely, but am interested in learning how to formally.&lt;br /&gt;I sing - when I'm happy and the situation permits.&lt;br /&gt;I wish - I had 20-20 hind sight&lt;br /&gt;I dislike - how sometimes I overlook things... mainly the ones that affect others negatively.&lt;br /&gt;I rarely - voice my thoughts, unless they are asked for... even then I take awhile to formulate the madness which I call my logic.&lt;br /&gt;I cry - when I have to clean the room&lt;br /&gt;I am not always - thinking things through&lt;br /&gt;I lose - my phone... maybe it would help if people called more often.&lt;br /&gt;I fear - that I may lack enough understanding for the magnitude of some important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused - now, but I'll figure it out and let you know if you like.&lt;br /&gt;I need - a job.&lt;br /&gt;I should - spend more time thinking and acting on good impressions.&lt;br /&gt;I dream - about odd things, but only rarely.&lt;br /&gt;I have - used more . 's than I needed too in this post.&lt;br /&gt;I love - everyone, mostly my wife.  :D&lt;br /&gt;I tag - Josh, Sam, and Halli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Adam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-3144960837068121525?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/3144960837068121525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=3144960837068121525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/3144960837068121525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/3144960837068121525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2009/01/taged-again.html' title='Taged again...'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-4121617753748944187</id><published>2008-09-27T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:42:04.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I was taged</title><content type='html'>4 places I visit over and over: Home-&gt;Laguna Nigale(to see Lily)--&gt;Soccer Field---&gt;Chris and Halli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 People who call, text, or email me regularly: Lily-&gt;Chris--&gt;Mom---&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 favorite foods: Sushi-&gt;Lily's pie--&gt;Anything Mom made---&gt;Anything pizzaish(what can I say I'ma boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I would rather be: In Sacramento attending the CHP Academy-&gt;With Lily--&gt;Russia(for periods of time)---&gt;With Lily some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 movies I watch over and over: Dan in Real Life-&gt;The Lord of the Rings (All)--&gt;Bourne Movies(All)---&gt;The Sword in the Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 people I tag: Ammie-&gt;Rachelle--&gt;Halli---&gt;Kelyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-4121617753748944187?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/4121617753748944187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=4121617753748944187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/4121617753748944187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/4121617753748944187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/09/4-places-i-visit-over-and-over-home.html' title='So I was taged'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-399917985488001754</id><published>2008-08-14T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:34:56.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How it came to be</title><content type='html'>It was Saturday, the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of August, and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drive'n&lt;/span&gt; up to Utah to surprise Lily. I tried hard not to tell her in any way that I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; up, not even after she called me as we were passing threw south Provo. My plan wasn't set in stone, but I figured I wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; Lily on her happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changed when we, dad and I, hit traffic in Provo between the two university &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;off ramps&lt;/span&gt; (there was a car that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flipped&lt;/span&gt; over the center &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;divider&lt;/span&gt; and was upside down in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oncoming&lt;/span&gt; traffics fast lane). :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was there that I decided that I shouldn't punish myself by being in Utah and not spending time with Lily. "Dad get off and take me to Lily" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sez&lt;/span&gt; me. I still wanted to somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; Lily so I waited till we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gett'n&lt;/span&gt; off the freeway to "hint" that I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to see her. When we arrived dad came in to give Lily a hug and then took off. Lily then informed me that she had plans to have a skating lesson with Afton in about 30 min form the time that I arrived there. Because I didn't have a car and was tired from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;drive'n&lt;/span&gt; threw the night we thought it best that I slept on the couch during the lesson, which would also allow Lily to spend quality time with Afton, who Lily will miss dearly when she moves to Cali. I don't recall the next hour and a half or so after Lily left, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily came back! I woke up. Afton wanted to do lunch. Mexican. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt; off, buy some stuff for the pie, walk, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; at the library, walk, rest at final destination: home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited for Dad to pick us up for dinner and fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ammie&lt;/span&gt; and Dad wanted to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yaponya&lt;/span&gt; again for Sushi, so we couldn't resist... that and I needed to get picked up so that I can later steal the truck. We got there and said hi to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ammie&lt;/span&gt; and Alli and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;aminamals&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Trajen&lt;/span&gt; was happy to see Lily again. So we went and had a feast again. Its always good to eat well. Upon returning home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ammie&lt;/span&gt; saddled up the horses and Lily got to play on Bell. Bell just wanted to follow George around, and so she did. I had to take Bell by the reigns to get her away from George. Later Lily was feeling at home in the saddle and started to show Bell who was boss... well to an extent. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ride'n&lt;/span&gt; we went back inside and relaxed a bit. We played Apples to Apples, I don't remember who won... but it was most likely me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my glorious victory we headed back to Provo. Lily and I decided to take a dip in the local pool. We walked to the pool and jumped in, after a few minuets in the pool it started to rain lightly. I was fun to be in the pool and watch the water droplets crash into the greater body causing a stir of motion around us. We hopped out and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dry'd&lt;/span&gt; off. Luckily the rain wasn't enough to render our towels useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the pool we walked back to home and changed back into street clothes so that we wouldn't look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;suspicious&lt;/span&gt; when we walked on the streets later. Because I had designed to go for a walk at the end of this beautiful day. The walk took us to the duck pond and the fountain... but you can read about that on Lily's blog page. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, I gave you more details to a love story that has already been told. Read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Lily's&lt;/span&gt; post, it has the good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-399917985488001754?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/399917985488001754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=399917985488001754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/399917985488001754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/399917985488001754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-saturday-2-nd-of-august-and-i.html' title='How it came to be'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-4885140265176996053</id><published>2008-08-06T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:12:37.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Said Yes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I'm engaged! Very happily engaged at that. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231544494985797282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJouABJHXqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6iviwmqzZUo/s320/n623198117_477478_1466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Lily----------------------------^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231544492299297074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJot_3ImoTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jfkFd_f_CkE/s320/Christmas+Show+2006+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is Lily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231544486984636786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJot_jVfWXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-hSDFO3ioWc/s320/n606809530_335051_4883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily here seen with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231544492793825202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJot_4-gh7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/UCRdPAyI3Fo/s320/n623198117_477481_8956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily with her sisters who are great too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231545794587836882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJovLqiYwdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1rkKfxZs8oE/s320/n193304020_31858265_5846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lily likes to bake bread and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231545792477593570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJovLirQ_-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/inGd3mQescM/s320/n606809530_595670_9838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lily misses me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231545797012841202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJovLzkjYvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3QAn2fNHBSw/s320/n623198117_477651_5092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here Lily proves yet again that she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats my big story for the year! I'm glad its over... i'm tired of typing that one up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-4885140265176996053?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/4885140265176996053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=4885140265176996053' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/4885140265176996053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/4885140265176996053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-said-yes.html' title='She Said Yes!!!'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJouABJHXqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6iviwmqzZUo/s72-c/n623198117_477478_1466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-1954906380591240138</id><published>2008-07-31T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:13.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time there was a stranded kitty in a dark corner... Lily saved her and here she is!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJJ8_kmxG7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/eg_enPZV3Sw/s1600-h/Kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229379548930448306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJJ8_kmxG7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/eg_enPZV3Sw/s320/Kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJJ82UYHBbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/odsSZOutaws/s1600-h/Kitty+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229379389955179954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJJ82UYHBbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/odsSZOutaws/s320/Kitty+head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it folks, the Egglestons have another cat around the house. Good thing Dad loves cats now. Tiger and Kitty play nicely together... well that is till tiger decides he has had enough. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJJ82CGUPgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3kWOIxoxNsU/s1600-h/Kitty+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-1954906380591240138?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/1954906380591240138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=1954906380591240138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/1954906380591240138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/1954906380591240138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/07/once-upon-time-there-was-stranded-kitty.html' title='Kitty'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJJ8_kmxG7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/eg_enPZV3Sw/s72-c/Kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-2367200601340079683</id><published>2008-07-10T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:13.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Sutures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been 5 days since I could shave, but today that will all change...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229373248734770690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJJ3Q2jENgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J7dcc5XbUgU/s320/Need+to+shave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday and the day we would finally be able to go ice skating together. I was looking forward to this part of the trip more then the rest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I really wanted to see how she dances on ice. I was a little worried about my abilities to stay upright on the ice myself due to the fact that I haven't be in ice skates in a long time and I can still recall many bruises from trying to commute in Russia in the winter time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised at how simple it was to propel myself on ice, shaky but simple. I had painted a more complex picture of that day in my head. We warmed up some as we talked and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stretched&lt;/span&gt;. I began to feel comfortable on the ice. Lily was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to spin and hop gracefully. I wanted to figure out how to skate backwards, and I tried a few times with little success. Experimenting is how I learn. Success was found while skating on one foot, but nothing near elegance. I learned I could spread my feet somewhat to the sides and from front to back as I cruised the ice. Wanting to show off, I performed a beautifully tight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;back flip&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so maybe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;back flip&lt;/span&gt; never happened, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just about warm now, and I was ready to watch Lily fly. We gathered at the south-west corner of the rink and talked for a second. during this time I decided to see what the limitation was for leaning forward. I slowly bent my torso as my arms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stretched&lt;/span&gt; out at my sides for balance. Then the pace in which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gradually&lt;/span&gt; bent over decided to increase in speed. Now at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;approximate&lt;/span&gt; speed of gravity I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;descended&lt;/span&gt; till my chin decided it was far enough to go. Laying on the ice in contemplation of what I might learn from such an experiment I noticed new colors developing on the ice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sadly&lt;/span&gt; I realized the source was my chin. I didn't mind my chin so much, but my jaw was a little sore about it all.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229290314880558962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJIr1d3Yp3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Typ8lvi0VvI/s320/Skating+owie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJIn05_KxZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KQzEZhFtizA/s1600-h/Photo0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;date! 3+ hours in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Provo&lt;/span&gt; ER waiting with nothing but a single package of peanut M&amp;amp;M's between us, followed by some polite people who helped fix me up. All the while Lily, dressed as an ice princess, held my hand in support. 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; were used to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;affix&lt;/span&gt; my lower chin to my now upper chin. I don't think I have ever had such a great experience in an ER, nor have I ever been that happy, or happy at all for that matter, when spending a lot of money on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with the removal of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt;. I currently sit in anticipation of the time when I can remove this itchy patch of fur from my face, which should be later today! All in all I learned that I am not smooth when it comes to dating, but more importantly that Lily is supportive of me and willing to help me when I do something silly. Thank you Lily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-2367200601340079683?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/2367200601340079683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=2367200601340079683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/2367200601340079683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/2367200601340079683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-sutures.html' title='Old Sutures'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SJJ3Q2jENgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J7dcc5XbUgU/s72-c/Need+to+shave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-1509458165685886337</id><published>2008-07-09T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:53:35.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law Enforcement Update</title><content type='html'>I have recently taken the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; test for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SBPD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; an e-mail which congratulated me on my passing score. I'm excited for this weekend because I will be taking the written exam for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CHP&lt;/span&gt; which is said to take 4 hours. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CHP&lt;/span&gt; has given me dates for a few other tests through out this month including the physical test, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;psychological&lt;/span&gt;, and qualification appraisal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;panel&lt;/span&gt; interview. I will keep you all updated as I continue to take these tests. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-1509458165685886337?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/1509458165685886337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=1509458165685886337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/1509458165685886337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/1509458165685886337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/07/law-enforcement-update.html' title='Law Enforcement Update'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-336470254563058931</id><published>2008-06-28T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:16:29.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side (not a near death experience)</title><content type='html'>It really began with a lot of pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;Friends gathered over food.&lt;br /&gt;Time out: throw some hay.&lt;br /&gt;Friend with wife and child mention cute girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;calling... calling... calling&lt;br /&gt;message.&lt;br /&gt;still no answer, time to go.&lt;br /&gt;should I stay or should I go now?&lt;br /&gt;GO.&lt;br /&gt;Yard work; trim bushes, clean car, sweat.&lt;br /&gt;try her again,&lt;br /&gt;success!&lt;br /&gt;She said yes&lt;br /&gt;to blindness.&lt;br /&gt;no time to shower or to brush hair&lt;br /&gt;rinse off in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;Sitter or date long game of hot potato baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; predicament&lt;br /&gt;keep her I say&lt;br /&gt;no search conducted.&lt;br /&gt;Ideas and choices&lt;br /&gt;Planed, paired off, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Here we are go get her&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;Underestimated Beauty!&lt;br /&gt;Cheating, laughing over competitive cheating, cute baby continues, lots of smiles&lt;br /&gt;Decision time; stay or go&lt;br /&gt;Easy decision.&lt;br /&gt;Fun prolonged as cheating continues.&lt;br /&gt;chance to move closer&lt;br /&gt;good contact.&lt;br /&gt;time has come&lt;br /&gt;offered the car.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of end date plan;&lt;br /&gt;first date, blind date, short date...&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it :(&lt;br /&gt;I knew the way home.&lt;br /&gt;one on one fun&lt;br /&gt;delightful teacher interrupts.&lt;br /&gt;Staling.&lt;br /&gt;calling&lt;br /&gt;Dude you coming back?&lt;br /&gt;no time&lt;br /&gt;all the time in the world.&lt;br /&gt;embrace.&lt;br /&gt;still can't... can I... no... but... no&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-336470254563058931?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/336470254563058931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=336470254563058931' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/336470254563058931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/336470254563058931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/06/other-side-not-near-death-experience.html' title='The other side (not a near death experience)'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-5535304281729321114</id><published>2008-06-25T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:18:20.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An explaination of smilies</title><content type='html'>You may notice that I like to use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smilies&lt;/span&gt; during texts, blog posts, or other forms of writing. I do this because I try to show you when I smile in my own writing. Sometimes I cause myself to chuckle when writing... this can be expressed with a ":P". This same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smilie&lt;/span&gt; is used when I think I am being cleaver or funny (which is not always the case in others opinions... but that doesn't stop my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smilies&lt;/span&gt;), also it can show for a funny face which I use when I am being serious but need a little relief from doing such to break possible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tension&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   I often use :) which can at times be =) when written on paper. These are for when I smile for another person. :D can be used as well but should have greater impact as the smile is bigger with an open mouth smile which shows teeth.&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, I think I started this more so when my brother Aaron mentioned how much he loved my illustrations which I provided him when I wrote to him on his mission in Portugal. I hope they can be appreciated for what they are and that they can some how fill the void which is absent do to the fact that facial expressions are not possible to convey otherwise in writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-5535304281729321114?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/5535304281729321114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=5535304281729321114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/5535304281729321114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/5535304281729321114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/06/explaination-of-smilies.html' title='An explaination of smilies'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-8071535273591723918</id><published>2008-06-25T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:00:47.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had an overpowering desire to call something your own, or to be a part of something that is greater than oneself? To have love and be able to share it openly with that person with whom it is shared; never to tarnish it, but to treat it as it should be, because it is eternal and untouchable by those who aren't enveloped in its personal ties. There may be others who will "judge" another individuals relationship and claim to understand completely from their own understanding of love and companionship, but they may never know of the delicate and beautifully unique intricacies which exist in true loving relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a beautiful thing! It is so precious that great "risk" is taken in sharing ones heart with another, so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deceiver&lt;/span&gt; would have us believe. But there is an amount of truth in that... you can't tell a stranger on the street that you love them for what good you see in them, first a relationship must be established and a bond nurtured before such an expression can be appreciated. The trick is to love no matter what, but to know when it is time to express it. If love is one sided (given with no return) then great pain is almost always the end result. The Savior is a great example of the true power of love and how one sided love may be painful at times (although His ability to be selfless enables him to look past the pain of rejection, jealousy and hate), but even then His love has such power as to be able to turn hearts to love Him; which love can and is displayed in scripture as respect (also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; as fear), reverence, a desire to be near Him, etc... These are different levels of love which may be manifested one way or another, but there is no greater thing than to love whole-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt;. To love whole-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt; is to love as the Savior did, even unto great sacrifice. Only caution must be taken at times, so I feel, by those of us who have not reached a level of perfection yet, such as our Lords. I feel that I have a large capacity to love, but in that I have a weakness of pride which presents itself in forms of fear and self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;centeredness&lt;/span&gt; or oversensitivity. I have had experiences in which I have been heartbroken, all of us do at some point in time. The differences in how we grow and develop from our experiences depends on how we react, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt; and throughout the rest of our lives. I ought not to allow for my weaknesses to hide what capacities my Father in heaven has blessed me with.&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who I admire for who he is, a kind and caring person. He once shared with me, not in great detail, that he has had experiences which have "torn some of his heart strings." "Look you can see the void where my heart has been broken and torn form its cavity in my chest", he says as he shows me how his chest indents into his torso, obviously a form of deformity having nothing to do with his actual heart. Such passion is not a bad thing, so long as it doesn't overshadow ones love and expression thereof. I mention my friend in an effort to illustrate a point and must point out that his tale of a damaged heart doesn't prove a lack in his abilities to love and no man has jurisdiction to judge him and his heart for how can a man know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anothers&lt;/span&gt; true feelings as an imperfect being himself.&lt;br /&gt;The love I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; to focus on, and which was my intent in creating this post, is love between man and woman or husband and wife. The ability to love another in a deep and personal manner. I do not claim to have a complete knowledge on the subject, but can only share my understanding form what little experience I have under my belt. As pertaining to the feelings of my heart; I have so much I wish to share, but I must admit I shelter it behind lock and key. Not just any lock... one that is old with a unique key that no other man can duplicate and which has been created thick with solid metals nearly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;indestructible&lt;/span&gt;. I hold my heart dear and precious to myself. I greedily do not share many deep feelings which I possess, for fear of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;scrutinization&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I should not be so timid at times, as imperfect as I am, but either way I should be humble and know that no matter what others may claim I am who I am and how I feel is my own. I just hope to someday be able to share every bit of who I am (my soul) with another; with whom I may lay claim to throughout all time and eternity and give of myself whole-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to make someone happy and be able to find happiness at their side. Someone to work with towards perfection... such a person will need to know intricate parts of my being to be able to truly help cast out the imperfections, many of which I am in essence blinded to. Finding someone who is willing to share such an intense relationship is not easy. I have been labeled as being too picky, but I feel somethings are worth waiting and looking hard for. More than that I feel that Heavenly Father knows our potential and wants us to have the desires of our heart, thus he assists us in the decisions of our lives. I love my Father in heaven for he loves me (vain as that may sound, but I do know he loves us all). Coming to this realization has blessed my life beyond my ability to capture such feelings in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-8071535273591723918?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8071535273591723918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=8071535273591723918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/8071535273591723918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/8071535273591723918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-i-feel-about-feelings.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-7521623005172095466</id><published>2008-06-09T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:34:07.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Career in Law Enforcement</title><content type='html'>I have been putting a lot of thought into joining up with a law enforcement agency, but it is hard to choose which one to pursue; local police department &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LAPD&lt;/span&gt;, a sheriff department, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CHP&lt;/span&gt;, etc. A month or so ago I put in an online application with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LAPD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SBPD&lt;/span&gt; (San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bernardino&lt;/span&gt;), but have been thinking about the other agencies more since then. Last week I spoke with Brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Badal&lt;/span&gt; from the Chino Heritage ward about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CHP&lt;/span&gt;. He works for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CHP&lt;/span&gt; and spoke highly of its benefits and great retirement plan. He offered to get me an application and I spoke with him about doing a ride along sometime. Since then I have looked online to find all the information I could about anything and everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CHP&lt;/span&gt; has to offer me. Reading about the Academy brought back some memories of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MTC&lt;/span&gt;... Intense training, heavy studying, Wednesday "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pday&lt;/span&gt;", dress code, and much more. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;CHP&lt;/span&gt; Academy is in Sacramento and would be my home for 27 weeks. Once there I will be paid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;monthly&lt;/span&gt; at an entering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;salary&lt;/span&gt; rate. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; running at least 3 miles 3 times a week at a pace of 9 min per mile. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mapped&lt;/span&gt; out a route that takes me from my house to chino ave. where I will run a circle around Don &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lugo&lt;/span&gt; High School and the block west of the school and from there return home. This route is about 3.5 miles and I am sure doing it under a half hour will not be an issue. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;minimum&lt;/span&gt; required &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sit ups&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;push ups&lt;/span&gt; for an entering cadet is 50. I haven't done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;push ups&lt;/span&gt; regularly for some time now, but I pumped out 50 today... in two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;repetitions&lt;/span&gt;. I will work on all these exercises to be in top shape for when I enter the Academy. I hope to set some records in as many fields as possible. But there is much to be done before the academy can be realized for me. There is a series of tests that I must pass to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;eligible&lt;/span&gt; for hire and placement into an academy program. The tests include a written test, physical ability test, a written psychological test, qualifications appraisal panel interview, background investigation, medical evaluation, and a psychological interview. All of these tests can take 6 months to a year to finish. I plan on going back to school to at least finish my AA and possibly a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;bachelors&lt;/span&gt; if time permits. Anyways I have much to do in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; for this goal of mine. Pray for me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-7521623005172095466?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7521623005172095466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=7521623005172095466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/7521623005172095466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/7521623005172095466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/06/carrier-in-law-enforcement.html' title='A Career in Law Enforcement'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-4612644136632377539</id><published>2008-06-07T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:15.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog Rusty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SErrMtJ_icI/AAAAAAAAAEM/V0zGu6_CJOI/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209234522519865794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SErrMtJ_icI/AAAAAAAAAEM/V0zGu6_CJOI/s400/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SErrAGc2xzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Owo4ytmF6wc/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209234305971570482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SErrAGc2xzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Owo4ytmF6wc/s400/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SErq2E0v6kI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DghSebl0uo8/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209234133736221250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SErq2E0v6kI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DghSebl0uo8/s400/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Rusty is a pure bred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AKC&lt;/span&gt; Beagle.  He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;-color with ticking.  Rusty is almost a year old now and is a great friend.  He likes to go running with me whenever he can.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; for him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not as regular as I should be in my running.  Rusty loves playing with balls.  We are working on fetch with his balls, but he likes to run past me and lay down with the ball.  Rusty hasn't liked the pool much at all.  He doesn't show much skill swimming... we have to work on that one too.  I just don't like swimming myself so its hard to make him do something we both don't like.  I will go in with him some weekend when its hot and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in the mood to get wet.  Rusty does this thing where he leaves his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; sticking out.  Sometimes he does this at night and falls asleep like that, and in the morning the part of his little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; outside of his mouth is all dry.  Rusty likes to play with bear, my old dog who is 15 human years old, like a puppy would with another dog.  Poor bear doesn't have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt; or strength to play like that though so we have to stop it when we can.  We have been having problems with tics... yuck!  I have pulled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dozens&lt;/span&gt; of tics off of rusty and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; off of myself.  We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;using&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;front line&lt;/span&gt; and other defensive measures to get rid of them.  These tics have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; me a thing or two and all in all it has been a good learning experience.&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/5557469824458338000-4612644136632377539?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/4612644136632377539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=4612644136632377539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/4612644136632377539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/4612644136632377539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dog-rusty.html' title='My dog Rusty'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SErrMtJ_icI/AAAAAAAAAEM/V0zGu6_CJOI/s72-c/DSC00565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-7586984935117358608</id><published>2008-06-07T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:15.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allison's recital</title><content type='html'>Today Allison had a recital where she was able to show off what she had learned from all the hard work put into her piano playing. She played very well and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a loud applause from all. Alli has been playing piano under sister Gardner for about two years now and is doing great. She has put a lot of time into this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;talent&lt;/span&gt; of hers. It is nice to have someone in the family who plays. GO ALLI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Gayla Gardner (Allison's teacher), Jacob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bedahll&lt;/span&gt;, Allison, Emily Gardner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SErpUtkrV3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/BrbxrkrvxuQ/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209232461047486322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SErpUtkrV3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/BrbxrkrvxuQ/s400/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SErnyXlr8ZI/AAAAAAAAADs/NeP5eGwM-Bs/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209230771518960018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SErnyXlr8ZI/AAAAAAAAADs/NeP5eGwM-Bs/s400/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Allison Performing "Fur Elise" by Ludwig van Beethoven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-7586984935117358608?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7586984935117358608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=7586984935117358608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/7586984935117358608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/7586984935117358608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/06/allisons-recital.html' title='Allison&apos;s recital'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SErpUtkrV3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/BrbxrkrvxuQ/s72-c/DSC00561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-3609188439491140387</id><published>2008-06-05T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:30:01.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs for all!</title><content type='html'>So I started this week with my blog page on blogger here and I was told that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog'n&lt;/span&gt; is for girls... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;.  I think this is a good way for me to let my friends and family know whats happening in my life all in one shot.  I'm working on things still so check in periodically to see what has changed, and enjoy the music, as I do.  I'm just glad this thing come standardly equiped with a spell check!  Booyah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-3609188439491140387?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/3609188439491140387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=3609188439491140387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/3609188439491140387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/3609188439491140387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogs-for-all.html' title='Blogs for all!'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557469824458338000.post-4193470887828422533</id><published>2008-06-04T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:15.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new soccer season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SEjLbECN7QI/AAAAAAAAADI/fTERuHiKIU4/s1600-h/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208636634853928194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SEjLbECN7QI/AAAAAAAAADI/fTERuHiKIU4/s400/DSC00559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been currently leading a team as we play indoor soccer at the local Big League Dreams park. Seasons consist of 9 weeks of play and a playoff to cap it off. The playoff is handled in a single day with the top 4 teams &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;duke'n&lt;/span&gt; it out. This is our 3rd season in which my team of old soccer contacts will be tested. My team has been very successful in our past two seasons as we played in a Saturday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;men's&lt;/span&gt; open league. This season will be a little different because we are playing on Friday nights... and its co-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Season one started slow as we lost almost all of our games leading into the playoffs. One problem was the fact that we were a new team with only a few players having experience with one another under their belts. The other was lack of subs. In fact most of our games we played short handed the whole time, which is very hard for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;athletes&lt;/span&gt; who haven't had regular exercise since High School. By the time of the playoffs we had meshed as a team and were starting to win games with our high pressure offence and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flexible&lt;/span&gt; defence. I still don't know how we made the playoffs, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad we did. We ended up beating the top seeded team in the semis and we pined up against "team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;" (actual team name) in the Final. We ended the first half in the lead which we held onto for as long as we needed to. Team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt; grew more physical and aggressive after they scored midway in the second half taking our lead to 1. This caused their nice size crowd to turn up their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;olays&lt;/span&gt; and chanting as they took pride in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; flag they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;posted&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; their bleachers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; for them one of their smallest guys decided to shove my 6' 3" 225 lb player in the back. This caused my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Goliath&lt;/span&gt;, Matt Lee, to turn and front him. When the team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt; side line saw him front they decided they needed to jump onto the field for a closer look. This lead to team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;forfeiting&lt;/span&gt; the right to finish the game and us wining. I now have a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;trophy&lt;/span&gt; to add to my collection. :D&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; season we did well the first two or three weeks then hit a slump. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; playing well at all. I think it had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; to do with the fact that we lost our star defender to a knee injury in the season 1 semis, and it started to take a toll on us. We again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;squeaked&lt;/span&gt; into the playoffs where we shined again to take another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;trophy&lt;/span&gt; home. This time I decided my collection was good enough so I named an MVP to dish it off to. It went to our goalie who had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; game. (I almost gave it to Mike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Abeyta&lt;/span&gt;, aka spike, for taking a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;blatant&lt;/span&gt; kick to the family jewels from the other teams keeper in the final minuets of the match... besides he always gave 110% on the field) Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; cap this off by saying we are still piecing together this new co-ed team and this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; will be game two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557469824458338000-4193470887828422533?l=onerottenegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/feeds/4193470887828422533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557469824458338000&amp;postID=4193470887828422533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/4193470887828422533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557469824458338000/posts/default/4193470887828422533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onerottenegg.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-soccer-season.html' title='The new soccer season'/><author><name>Adam Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213715009354062692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SNiLo1-ARII/AAAAAAAAAHE/KIqyzFklmbY/S220/Photo0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrhIKZeI6ZM/SEjLbECN7QI/AAAAAAAAADI/fTERuHiKIU4/s72-c/DSC00559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
