<?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-1695172635704378993</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:53:48.451-07:00</updated><category term='college'/><category term='quarter'/><category term='fall'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>SJ's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>It's my life. The Good. The Bad. The Ugly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-8208208561832879572</id><published>2010-09-13T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:32:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame in Family</title><content type='html'>When I was little my late grandmother recounted about the past. Her late husband was jazz musician, Rufus Williams. He performed all around the nation. Also in the family was the late Paul Williams of the original Temptations. My grandmother said The Temptations performed in her house before they was discovered by Motown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had a little fame in the family. Will it happen again? We have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-8208208561832879572?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8208208561832879572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=8208208561832879572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/8208208561832879572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/8208208561832879572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/fame-in-family.html' title='Fame in Family'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-3726649860636634070</id><published>2010-06-23T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:15:58.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Movies</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been filming myself doing things and posting them online. I'm real big into film. I would love to be in a movie. This idea came into my mind about making a movie inspired from a kids' cartoon titled "Johnny Bravo" on Cartoon Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I want to play the main character or have someone else to play him. Johnny has the muscles. He has the looks. He has the voice, but he lacks the brains to get women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still brainstorming about the plot and other characters, but be on the lookout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-3726649860636634070?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3726649860636634070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=3726649860636634070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3726649860636634070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3726649860636634070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/into-movies.html' title='Into The Movies'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-5764423988095433050</id><published>2010-05-07T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:43:21.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I Keep Posting In and Out?</title><content type='html'>I know you have notice that I have be taking lots of breaks from posting on my blog. Well, a lot of things have be coming up, and I only have a little free-time. So don't despair. This is not the end of my blog. I just been busy lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-5764423988095433050?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5764423988095433050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=5764423988095433050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5764423988095433050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5764423988095433050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-do-i-keep-posting-in-and-out.html' title='Why do I Keep Posting In and Out?'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-4056280691824231017</id><published>2010-04-05T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:52:55.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs I Held And Left From</title><content type='html'>I was a stock-boy at a grocery, but I got sacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I was a sales associate at Wal-Mart, but I caused the smiley face to frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a cashier at Office Depot, but I was not able to take care of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I was a IT support representative at a college, but instead of screwing things down like a mechanic, I screwed things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I was an infrastructure worker at a plant, but I caused the production to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-4056280691824231017?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4056280691824231017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=4056280691824231017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4056280691824231017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4056280691824231017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/jobs-i-held-and-left-from.html' title='Jobs I Held And Left From'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-7887186039016230166</id><published>2010-04-05T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:15:19.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Break</title><content type='html'>I had to take another break from posting on this blog due to stress and death. My uncle passed away, and that really hit me mentally and financially. My uncle was like a grandfather to me, and the funeral expenses were out of the roof. With my pay on my job, things did not get any better. I was and still is a walking stress bomb. But I'm back to start posting again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-7887186039016230166?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7887186039016230166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=7887186039016230166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/7887186039016230166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/7887186039016230166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-from-break.html' title='Back From Break'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-382642012521925638</id><published>2009-08-07T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:41:25.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preacher Joke</title><content type='html'>There were two competing preachers, from different churches. One preacher said, "I bet you I'll have more people at my church than yours Sunday." The other preacher asked, "Are you trying to challenge me?" The other preacher said,"Yeah." So the other preacher said, "We will see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came. The preacher who challenged the other preacher had a good showing at his church. All the pews were full, and church went on as usual. Attendance was 300. After church, the preacher decided to ride by the other preacher's church. He drove up in front of the church and saw flashing lights coming from inside. He got out the car and something which smelt like BBQ. He got up to the church doors and heard loud noises from inside. He went inside the church, and he saw homeless people, gangsters, and everybody you can think of who would be out in the streets. Some were standing up talking to each other. Some were sitting down eating BBQ. The other preacher came up to the amazed preacher and said, "Well. How many people you had today?" The preacher said, "300. How many you had?" The other preacher said, "About 600 or more came today, and people were still coming, until we ran out of BBQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-382642012521925638?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/382642012521925638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=382642012521925638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/382642012521925638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/382642012521925638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/preacher-joke.html' title='Preacher Joke'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-4412407380905893890</id><published>2009-08-04T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:31:34.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Youth</title><content type='html'>I am upset about the happenings in America today. It seems our youth is being exposed to more violence. What happens when they go older? They get involved in violent acts, and they find themselves in a grave or behind cell bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my suggestion on what should be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Educate uneducated adults on their wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be a good role-model to our youth.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take a stand on violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only three things. You can add more if you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-4412407380905893890?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4412407380905893890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=4412407380905893890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4412407380905893890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4412407380905893890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/americas-youth.html' title='America&apos;s Youth'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-1149181301162797235</id><published>2009-04-15T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:41:54.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Networking: 5 Peolple You Should Get To Know</title><content type='html'>These are 5 people (according www.lifehack.org) that you should get to know personally. These people can help you out in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your competitors &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Local media persons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Non-profit organizations leaders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A lawyer or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A politician &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-1149181301162797235?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1149181301162797235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=1149181301162797235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/1149181301162797235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/1149181301162797235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/networking-5-peolple-you-should-get-to.html' title='Networking: 5 Peolple You Should Get To Know'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-4976304258221056843</id><published>2009-04-07T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:53:48.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats Do Have 9 Lives</title><content type='html'>A cat named Felix was found alive and well beneath the rubble of a six-story building in Cologne that collapsed five weeks ago. Cats don't have 9 lives for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-4976304258221056843?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4976304258221056843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=4976304258221056843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4976304258221056843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4976304258221056843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/cats-do-have-9-lives.html' title='Cats Do Have 9 Lives'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-50715258854236413</id><published>2009-04-07T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:51:45.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck for Motorist</title><content type='html'>A elderly motorist in Germany was in three accidents in one hour. First she was involved in a seven car accident at a local supermarket. She was only slightly in that one. Next she was driving home, and her foot accidentally over stepped on the gas pedal. Her car went across a lawn and struck a house. She was taken to hospital in an ambulance but that vehicle was then hit by a truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this she was still alright. It was fortunate that no one was seriously hurt in any of the accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she need to stay put a home and get someone to run her errands for her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-50715258854236413?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/50715258854236413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=50715258854236413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/50715258854236413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/50715258854236413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-luck-for-motorist.html' title='Bad Luck for Motorist'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-2427211590122524454</id><published>2009-04-07T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:41:23.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Female Chimps Like</title><content type='html'>If you a male a male chimpanzee (literally) and you are trying to attract a female chimpanzee, offer her steak. Zoologists have done a study that female chimps are attracted more to male chimps who share their raw steak with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-2427211590122524454?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2427211590122524454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=2427211590122524454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/2427211590122524454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/2427211590122524454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-female-chimps-like.html' title='What Female Chimps Like'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-5762792679181184433</id><published>2009-04-07T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:36:25.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madoff's Unsed Tickets</title><content type='html'>Are you a NY Met's fan? Well you going to have a chance to get some ticket. Bernard Madoff (the guy that is in deep financial trouble) Is selling his season baseball tickets. It will go to the highest bidder of Ebay. I wonder will that include popcorn, peanuts and soda?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-5762792679181184433?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5762792679181184433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=5762792679181184433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5762792679181184433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5762792679181184433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/madoffs-unsed-tickets.html' title='Madoff&apos;s Unsed Tickets'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-6328009290158072658</id><published>2009-04-07T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:22:37.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Safest State</title><content type='html'>I was hearing from people which state they think is the safest state to live in, and I heard mostly New Jersey. I have to agree with on that. There have not been any recent crimes in the news or at least aired on the news about crimes happening there. I wonder why? I guess I got to research that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-6328009290158072658?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6328009290158072658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=6328009290158072658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/6328009290158072658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/6328009290158072658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/safest-state.html' title='The Safest State'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-5555618148175138770</id><published>2009-03-13T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:17:48.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why People Snap</title><content type='html'>Why do people snap and kill? I'm no doctor but here is my hypothesis. It usually starts off from childhood. The person has had something dramatic happen to him or her as a young kid, and that person kept all of their feelings inside. Then, as this person gets older and older the feelings building up inside them. When the person as an adult feels push around he or she tries hard to not release their kept away feelings. Some manage to do so, but only temporarily. When the person is alone he or she starts to receive flashbacks of bad times in life. A demonic spirit is nested within themselves that tells them they can't take it anymore. Visions of suicide and mass murdering is roaming around in their minds. And finally, the weak minded person gets consumed by their thoughts. He or she gets up the nerve to commit these bad actions. They snap. They kill. They suffer the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm not a doctor, but if you are one of these people or close to being one, seek medical counseling immediately. Don't wait until it is too late. Your life and other people's lives are at stake. And yes, whatever your problem is, you can get around it. You just need proper help to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-5555618148175138770?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5555618148175138770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=5555618148175138770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5555618148175138770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5555618148175138770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-people-snap.html' title='Why People Snap'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-3400234657670276083</id><published>2009-03-06T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:02:00.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>I'm posting again. I been slaking a little, but now I'm back. I tried to rid my life of using all kinds of technology, but I gave up. I cannot live without technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-3400234657670276083?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3400234657670276083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=3400234657670276083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3400234657670276083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3400234657670276083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-3208918334260127452</id><published>2009-02-10T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:00:02.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Teen Girls</title><content type='html'>This past week one night, 4 teen girls were involved in a bad car accident in Talladega, Alabama. Out of the 4, only one survived. The police said the accident was caused by unexperience and the speed of the car. My heart is deeply sadden, and my prayers goes out to their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message to parents: Please don't let you children have the keys until they prove to you they can handle the road and driving in all situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message to teens: If possible, try not to drive fast in the dark. If you have to, turn down your radio, and keep communication down to a minimum. Be careful. Drive safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-3208918334260127452?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3208918334260127452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=3208918334260127452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3208918334260127452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3208918334260127452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-teen-girls.html' title='4 Teen Girls'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-5254047788863328433</id><published>2009-01-30T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:35:51.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer For The Sick</title><content type='html'>Dear Lord and Heavenly Father I pray this prayer in your son Jesus name. I pray that you heal the sick if it is in your will. Bring them back to normal health and recovery. Be with their families. Comfort,strengthen, and hold them close as you be with them. I know that with you all things are possible. I thank you Father. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-5254047788863328433?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5254047788863328433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=5254047788863328433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5254047788863328433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5254047788863328433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/prayer-for-sick.html' title='Prayer For The Sick'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-4159026772728914623</id><published>2009-01-28T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:06:09.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweets That I like</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of sweets that I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sugar-cookies&lt;br /&gt;2. chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;3. brownies&lt;br /&gt;4. white birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;5. Mr. Goodbars&lt;br /&gt;6. M&amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;7. Skittles&lt;br /&gt;8. peppermint&lt;br /&gt;9. key-lime pie&lt;br /&gt;10. cheesecake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-4159026772728914623?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4159026772728914623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=4159026772728914623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4159026772728914623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4159026772728914623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweets-that-i-like.html' title='Sweets That I like'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-8217906006189874194</id><published>2009-01-23T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:52:03.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satellite TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cstanley%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just got  &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u1:worddocument&gt;   &lt;u1:view&gt;Normal&lt;u1:zoom&gt;0&lt;u1:punctuationkerning/&gt;     &lt;u1:validateagainstschemas/&gt;     &lt;u1:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;u1:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;u1:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;u1:compatibility&gt;         &lt;u1:breakwrappedtables/&gt;         &lt;u1:snaptogridincell/&gt;         &lt;u1:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;         &lt;u1:useasianbreakrules/&gt;         &lt;u1:dontgrowautofit/&gt;         &lt;u1:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/u1:browserlevel&gt;        &lt;/u1:compatibility&gt;       &lt;/u1:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;      &lt;/u1:ignoremixedcontent&gt;     &lt;/u1:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;    &lt;/u1:zoom&gt;   &lt;/u1:view&gt;  &lt;/u1:worddocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u2:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/u2:latentstyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;satellite television today, and I like it so far. The technician came over, and I gave him a tour of the house. He went outside and installed the dish, and he went in my basement and ran cables up to my rooms that have televisions in them. He hooked up the receivers to my televisions, and he checked to make sure everything was working correctly before he left. Now I'm enjoying high quality television.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-8217906006189874194?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8217906006189874194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=8217906006189874194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/8217906006189874194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/8217906006189874194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/satellite-tv.html' title='Satellite TV'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-4900767463628473441</id><published>2009-01-16T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:19:37.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>The North decided to send some cold weather down South. It was so cold that I had to bring my very hairy dog into the house. He and I had a good bonding time together last night. I let him slept in the basement, but I stayed down there with him most of the time. I gave him a bucket full of water and a bowl of doggy chow. Things went well. Today it warmed up, so I took him back outside. If the weather turns bad again, I'll be ready to bring him in again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-4900767463628473441?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4900767463628473441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=4900767463628473441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4900767463628473441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4900767463628473441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-5609767953812599479</id><published>2009-01-14T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:02:46.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clinic</title><content type='html'>The clinic is the place to go if you don't have an medical emergency. My local clinic is properly staffed, and the people there are highly trained professionals. I saw a patient who came for a check-up. She could hardly walk. She was only able to take two steps a minuet before stopping, but the staff were there for her. They brought out a wheelchair for her and helped her in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared to go to the clinic. The staff are there for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-5609767953812599479?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5609767953812599479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=5609767953812599479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5609767953812599479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5609767953812599479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/clinic.html' title='The Clinic'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-8317167821605373554</id><published>2009-01-12T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:55:04.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old But Still Great</title><content type='html'>I went by a restaurant that has been in business for many years. It may be old but the food is still great there. It has a stained wood interior. The seats are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt;, but the lighting is a little dim. I ordered some fish, mashed potatoes, and green tomatoes. And last, for dessert I had a cheesecake. The prices were in the medium range, but I got my monies worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always heard, "Don't judge a book by its cover".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-8317167821605373554?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8317167821605373554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=8317167821605373554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/8317167821605373554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/8317167821605373554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-but-still-great.html' title='Old But Still Great'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-5716153738187100091</id><published>2009-01-08T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:51:49.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wally World</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a Wal-Mart A.K.A. Wally World. Yes, you can say they have everything from a to z. I found a few bargains and bought a few things, and I left out of that store with a little less money in my pockets. But here is the kicker. Wal-Mart's parking lot is terrible. You have people who have parking lot rage, people who cannot remember where they parked, clueless people, and shopping cart employees who don't care. Wal~Mart. Ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-5716153738187100091?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5716153738187100091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=5716153738187100091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5716153738187100091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5716153738187100091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/wally-world.html' title='Wally World'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-9022000803458879248</id><published>2009-01-03T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:45:42.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringing In The Year</title><content type='html'>Yes. I sure did ring in 2009. I singed. I danced. I got happy, all until my neighbors started shooting. From big guns to little guns, people were banging them. I chose not to shoot mine. I did not want to get in the cross-fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway... Happy 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-9022000803458879248?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9022000803458879248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=9022000803458879248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/9022000803458879248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/9022000803458879248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/ringing-in-year.html' title='Ringing In The Year'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-5287141269646806831</id><published>2008-11-11T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:11:40.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Cooking Tips</title><content type='html'>We all have to eat to live, so why not learn how to cook. Here are some cooking tips for newbies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be open to try new foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make sure not to over-cook(meat still red) or under-cook(meat past brown) food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Properly store food, and keep food at suggested temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Always try to follow recipes to the T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Never let others try your cooked food before you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn your herbs and spices (tastes, looks, and uses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more tips to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-5287141269646806831?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5287141269646806831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=5287141269646806831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5287141269646806831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/5287141269646806831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-cooking-tips.html' title='A Few Cooking Tips'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-1367923306510502925</id><published>2008-10-24T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:50:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Your Technical Path</title><content type='html'>For all of the high school graduates who are looking to enroll in a computer science school, you have a decision to make. You have 1 path out of 4 to choose from as a major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Networking Engineering: In this field you will be dealing with routers, switches, hubs, and cables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Systems Engineering: In this field you manage servers and user accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Desk Support: In this field you interact with clients and troubleshoot physical hardware, and software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Programming: In this field you write code and programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a brief summary of what each career path consist of. Just think of which one you like best and feel more comfortable about. Choose it, and try it out.  Before you get deep into any one of these fields make sure it is the right one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-1367923306510502925?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1367923306510502925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=1367923306510502925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/1367923306510502925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/1367923306510502925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/choose-your-technical-path.html' title='Choose Your Technical Path'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-4437410670781032705</id><published>2008-09-16T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:46:12.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Why is Finding Love So Hard?</title><content type='html'>When we are looking for love, sometimes we are looking in the wrong places. We sometimes mistaken a friendly gesture with that being a sign of love, and when we investigate, our hearts are broken. You see that beautiful girl smiling at you across the street, and when you approach her she says she is seeing someone else. And the words that get us the most is when a girl says, "Lets just be friends." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do become successful in finding love, how can you keep the love burning? This is the subject of another topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-4437410670781032705?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4437410670781032705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=4437410670781032705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4437410670781032705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4437410670781032705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-is-finding-love-so-hard.html' title='Why is Finding Love So Hard?'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-3132281563339767568</id><published>2008-09-16T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:34:33.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quarter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>End of College Quarter</title><content type='html'>It has finally came. It is the end of the college quarter at my school. The research papers and projects have been turned-in. The final exams have been completed, but we can't say that school is out for summer because summer has passed. The fall television line-up has started. Ready for football? Yes I am. It is getting a little cool outside at night and early morning. We got to get our jackets ready. But anyway... It's the end of the college quarter. I love quarters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-3132281563339767568?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3132281563339767568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=3132281563339767568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3132281563339767568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3132281563339767568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-of-college-quarter.html' title='End of College Quarter'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-6273674196151431167</id><published>2008-08-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:38:01.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Bernie</title><content type='html'>I am deeply sadden about the passing of comedian/actor Bernie Mac. I saw his comedy and watched his television. They really gave me a laugh. When I heard the bad news, I was in disbelief at first, but know I it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you Bernie Mac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-6273674196151431167?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6273674196151431167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=6273674196151431167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/6273674196151431167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/6273674196151431167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/uncle-bernie.html' title='Uncle Bernie'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-3057062672965563989</id><published>2008-07-24T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:11:44.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven Symone</title><content type='html'>Best known as Raven Baxter on Disney Channel’s &lt;em&gt;That’s So Raven&lt;/em&gt;, and for her role as Olivia on the &lt;em&gt;Cosby Show&lt;/em&gt;.  Raven will perform a concert at Alabama Adventure in Bessemer, Alabama on Friday July 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be staying somewhere between Alabama and Georgia, July 26th - August 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if I can get more information, for the celebrity scoop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-3057062672965563989?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3057062672965563989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=3057062672965563989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3057062672965563989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3057062672965563989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/raven-symone.html' title='Raven Symone'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-7205023472990690685</id><published>2008-06-13T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:22:02.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City Stages Alabama</title><content type='html'>Today is the official start of City Stage in Birmingham, AL. The music festival top acts will be: Sean Kingston, Diana Ross, The Roots, Al Green, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This festival has been in going on for many years now, and it seems to get better every year. There are always thousands in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only gripe is the price. It's expensive to get in and the price of food is no better. But if you like entertainment don't be discouraged not to attend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-7205023472990690685?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7205023472990690685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=7205023472990690685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/7205023472990690685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/7205023472990690685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/city-stages-alabama.html' title='City Stages Alabama'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-597243059539135339</id><published>2008-06-04T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:36:22.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony Hamilton Concert Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:gener_seatven('http://www.ticketmaster.com/venueinfo/263066/','eventd')"&gt;Montgomery Convention Center at the Renaissance&lt;/a&gt;, Montgomery, AL                     &lt;br /&gt;Fri, Jun  6, 2008 08:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Hamilton(born &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/January_28" title="January 28"&gt;January 28&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1971" title="1971"&gt;1971&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlotte%2C_North_Carolina" title="Charlotte, North Carolina"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Carolina" title="North Carolina"&gt;North Carolina&lt;/a&gt;) is an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States"&gt;American&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contemporary_R%26B" title="Contemporary R&amp;amp;B"&gt;R&amp;amp;B&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul_music" title="Soul music"&gt;soul&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neo_soul" title="Neo soul"&gt;neo soul&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singer" title="Singer"&gt;singer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Songwriter" title="Songwriter"&gt;songwriter&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Record_producer" title="Record producer"&gt;record producer&lt;/a&gt; who rose to fame with his platinum-selling second studio album &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comin%27_from_Where_I%27m_From" title="Comin' from Where I'm From"&gt;Comin' from Where I'm From&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2003), which featured the singles "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comin%27_from_Where_I%27m_From_%28song%29" title="Comin' from Where I'm From (song)"&gt;Comin' from Where I'm From&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlene_%28song%29" title="Charlene (song)"&gt;Charlene&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-597243059539135339?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/597243059539135339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=597243059539135339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/597243059539135339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/597243059539135339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/anthony-hamilton-concert.html' title='Anthony Hamilton Concert Tour'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-3244131768923941154</id><published>2008-06-03T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:24:06.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Music Interest</title><content type='html'>I first became interested in music as a little. My family would play records and listen to the radio when we not watching television. I was exposed to music in every kind of ways. Artists I can name off the top of my head that I was exposed to as a chilld include: The Temptations, Paula Abdul, Michael Jackson, Janet Jackson, Dolly Parton, Kenny Rodgers, Aerosmith, New Edition, and MC Hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school I joined the marching band, and I was exposed to even more music. Also I had the Disney Television Channel. On Disney there were two musical shows, Kids Incorporated and The Mickey Mouse Club. I wanted to be a part of those shows so bad. I got a chance to be on the Mouse Club, but I was only a audience member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I call myself a Disc Jockey. I may not be a hired DJ, but I'm still one. I own lots of music, and I'm self-studying on how to beat match. My goal is to get into the entertainment business, and I'm not giving up that goal, no matter what people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my music background. I also sing and dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-3244131768923941154?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3244131768923941154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=3244131768923941154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3244131768923941154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3244131768923941154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-music-interest.html' title='My Music Interest'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-8149234716227900945</id><published>2008-05-20T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:24:10.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Topic Schedule</title><content type='html'>Here is the schedule of the topic that I will be posting about this year, also if you have a blog about one of this topics, I might be visiting your blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;June – Music &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;July – Celebrities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;August – Sports&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;September – Relationships&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;October – Technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;November – Cooking&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;December - Gift Ideas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-8149234716227900945?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8149234716227900945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=8149234716227900945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/8149234716227900945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/8149234716227900945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-topic-schedule.html' title='Blog Topic Schedule'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-822120682148793138</id><published>2008-05-13T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:28:17.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Topics Suggestions</title><content type='html'>I know this blog is supposed to be about my life, but I want to try something quite different. I'm asking all of you who read this blog to give me topic suggestions, and every post I post will be based from your suggestions. But there's a word of warning. If there's a topic that I feel uncomfortable about, it will not get posted. These open suggestions will be accepted until the end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will start now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-822120682148793138?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/822120682148793138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=822120682148793138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/822120682148793138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/822120682148793138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-topics-suggestions.html' title='Blog Topics Suggestions'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-8864481203216004658</id><published>2008-04-29T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:40:06.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Being African-American myself, I ask the question, "Why can't some black people get along with each other?"&lt;br /&gt;Our ancestors came from Africa with nothing, suffer racial treatment, and fought for our right to be free.&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are somewhat free, we want to kill each other, steal from each, and gossip about each other.&lt;br /&gt;We are also teaching our children to do the same, but they are worser than we are.&lt;br /&gt;If you look at them a certain way or step on their shoes by mistake, they want to mess with you.&lt;br /&gt;Why people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-8864481203216004658?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8864481203216004658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=8864481203216004658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/8864481203216004658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/8864481203216004658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-7289460725614955839</id><published>2008-04-23T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:49:28.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Langston Hughes'  Mother to Son</title><content type='html'>Well, son, I'll tell you:&lt;br /&gt;Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.&lt;br /&gt;It's had tacks in it,&lt;br /&gt;And splinters,&lt;br /&gt;And boards torn up,&lt;br /&gt;And places with no carpet on the floor --&lt;br /&gt;Bare.&lt;br /&gt;But all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'se been a-climbin' on,&lt;br /&gt;And reachin' landin's,&lt;br /&gt;And turnin' corners,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes goin' in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Where there ain't been no light.&lt;br /&gt;So boy, don't you turn back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you set down on the steps&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you fall now --&lt;br /&gt;For I'se still goin', honey,&lt;br /&gt;I'se still climbin',&lt;br /&gt;And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-7289460725614955839?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7289460725614955839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=7289460725614955839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/7289460725614955839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/7289460725614955839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/langston-hughes-mother-to-son.html' title='Langston Hughes&apos;  Mother to Son'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-9110406837797536593</id><published>2008-04-02T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:29:17.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivators</title><content type='html'>R. Eli Bremer, 2008 U.S. Olympic Team, Modern Pentathlete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was four years old, I met an Olympian for the first time. He sat next to me on an airplane and talked to me for two hours about the Olympics and what it meant to him. That athlete planted a dream in me that changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 25 years later, that dream is fulfilled. But only partially-I qualified for the 2008 Olympic Games by winning the gold medal in the modern pentathlon at last summer's Pan American Games. A lifetime of sacrifice, hard work and discipline paid off with the opportunity to compete in the greatest sporting event on the planet. Seeing the United States flag raised over all others and hearing my national anthem played was a moment I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was another moment the day I made the Olympic Team that stands even stronger in my mind. Running is the final event in the pentathlon, and I am one of the fastest pentathlon runners in the world. Before running started, I already had a lead, giving me a virtual lock on the gold medal and a berth on the U.S. Olympic Team. As I bent down to tie my shoe at the starting line, it struck me that what was about to happen was not about me, it was about all the other people who got me there. From my wife to my parents, coaches and financial supporters, to the athlete  I met as a four-year old, they all had selflessly paid a heavy price for me to be standing here. And as I stood alone on the starting line half a world away, I realized that they were all there with me, cheering for me and excited as I was for what was about to happen. It was one humbling and exhilarating experience of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-9110406837797536593?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9110406837797536593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=9110406837797536593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/9110406837797536593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/9110406837797536593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/motivators.html' title='Motivators'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-3941426035169849719</id><published>2008-03-14T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:44:12.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck on the toilet</title><content type='html'>I was listening the other day about a lady who got stuck on her toilet. She was afraid  to go outside of her home, so in defiance, she chose to sit and stay on her toilet. But when it came time that she had to get up a leave, she got stuck.  Like I said in a previous post, "you got to live life". I don't care if life throws you lemons. Make lemonade. It it throws you rocks, make a rock garden. I know it must have been a bad feeling, being stuck on the toilet. People, please don't end up this way. Stay safe now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-3941426035169849719?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3941426035169849719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=3941426035169849719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3941426035169849719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3941426035169849719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/stuck-on-toilet.html' title='Stuck on the toilet'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-6040142302241028467</id><published>2008-03-05T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:32:56.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Get Away</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was watching headline news. There was this police chase that lasted an whole hour. The suspect led the cops all around the city in L.A., trying to get away from them. There were times in which he almost wrecked and put other people lives in danger. It is impossible to out run the law. Sooner or later you will get caught. Just as this guy tried to do with the police, some of us do the same with life. When we caught, we are not free anymore. So my advice is to live life instead of running away from it. Everybody please stay safe, and think before you leap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-6040142302241028467?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6040142302241028467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=6040142302241028467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/6040142302241028467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/6040142302241028467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/trying-to-get-away.html' title='Trying To Get Away'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-3127375776646683378</id><published>2008-02-29T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:33:47.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Olympic Mind</title><content type='html'>Here is a snippet of a motivation letter I received from 2007 World Track Cycling Champion, Sarah Hammer. I hope you find this motivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It' hard to believe that in five months our United States Olympic Team will be under the spotlight, performing in front of the biggest television audience ever - anticipated to be four billion people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of something much greater. I think of my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the Olympic Games in Beijing, China, this August will put the spotlight on all Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am currently the reigning World Track Cycling Champion, I know that my past achievements have intensified the pressure on me to perform. There are many incredibly gifted and determined athletes in my sport who want to win as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the situation is no different for our swimmers, archers, pole-vaulters, decathletes , and gymnasts. In every sport, we face formidable challenges. China is putting together an incredibly strong team, as are Russians, Australians, and Germans, just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To win in Beijing, we have to train harder than we ever have before. We have to stay healthy, even as we push ourselves to the limit."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-3127375776646683378?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3127375776646683378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=3127375776646683378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3127375776646683378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3127375776646683378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/olympic-mind.html' title='An Olympic Mind'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-7326973708983826452</id><published>2008-02-24T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:20:32.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bug</title><content type='html'>It has been affecting people all over the nation. No one is safe from it. The flu is a bad virus. I had it last year, and this year a lot of people who I know has gotten it.  If you get it, you should see a doctor immediately. Do that could save you a whole lot of time suffering. He or she should know what medicines to give you because you will not be the only one with the virus who came to see them. As for me I wish I would have seen my doctor earlier.  I had to just tough up until I could not take the suffering anymore. So if you do get the flu bug, act fast, and don't wait for it to cure itself.&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-7326973708983826452?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7326973708983826452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=7326973708983826452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/7326973708983826452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/7326973708983826452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/bug.html' title='The Bug'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-2078671305011159980</id><published>2008-02-19T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:27:47.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Need For Extra Money</title><content type='html'>It's kinda hard when you need some extra cash to fill your pocket and can't get it. There are so many things in the United States that can drain your money such as: bills, taxes, social clubs, stores, and people. This is just a small listing. Day by day you just look for your break-through. You might try hustling or you might go put in applications at different places. To everyone struggling with finances, all I can say is don't give up, you day will soon come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-2078671305011159980?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2078671305011159980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=2078671305011159980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/2078671305011159980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/2078671305011159980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/need-for-extra-money.html' title='The Need For Extra Money'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-1830092980521724023</id><published>2008-02-16T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:44:38.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Up In Flames</title><content type='html'>The other day was a sad day for many. A old historical site caught on fire. The place has been around for years, and many people worked and played there. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to go visit it before it caught on fire. A local news station had online streaming video of the fire, and I could do was watch and chat with other watchers using a built-in chat on the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black smoke poured in the sky as multiple fire departments used the surround and drown technique on the fire. But after a short the smoke was all white, and the fire was dying. A few pumper trucks stayed on the scene until the whole fire was out, to call it a day.  No one got hurt though. To all the crew that was on the scene, Good Job !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-1830092980521724023?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1830092980521724023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=1830092980521724023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/1830092980521724023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/1830092980521724023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/memories-up-in-flames.html' title='Memories Up In Flames'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-2896314909629913370</id><published>2008-02-13T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:30:03.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix and mingle</title><content type='html'>To get anywhere in this world today, you have to learn how to mix and mingle with others. People can help or hurt you, but they can do neither if you avoid them. Sometimes being alone makes you depressed, but in the company of another, you night could turn into day. Answer this question: Would you like leaving this world not known by anyone? Get up. Get out. Meet somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-2896314909629913370?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2896314909629913370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=2896314909629913370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/2896314909629913370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/2896314909629913370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/mix-and-mingle.html' title='Mix and mingle'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-4693246659446296452</id><published>2008-02-08T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:59:21.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Day</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to learn how to do  some landscaping, but the only thing that I was successful at learning was how to kill ants. I was little scared at first when I came in contact with a giant ant bed. I poured some insect powder all around and on it. Those ants started coming out of the bed as if the American Ant Idol rejects were doing a duet. Do ants watch TV? I got out of their way fast. I hope the powder works in getting rid of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-4693246659446296452?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4693246659446296452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=4693246659446296452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4693246659446296452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4693246659446296452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/yard-day.html' title='Yard Day'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-185838890661613123</id><published>2008-02-05T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:01:20.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a day in history. It was the day to vote for your presidential candidate and delegates. When I went to my local, there was a huge crowd of people. Young folks, old folks, men, and women showed out.  As the votes come in and as the last one is counted, may the best man or woman win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-185838890661613123?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/185838890661613123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=185838890661613123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/185838890661613123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/185838890661613123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/v-day.html' title='V Day'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-7956124033634719069</id><published>2008-01-31T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:05:52.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date for Feb 14th</title><content type='html'>Well my friends Valentine's Day is almost here. I have not found a date as of yet, but I'm very optimistic. I need to work fast or I'll be left last. That someone out there, I'm looking for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-7956124033634719069?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7956124033634719069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=7956124033634719069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/7956124033634719069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/7956124033634719069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/date-for-feb-14th.html' title='A Date for Feb 14th'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-4351829598966365484</id><published>2008-01-22T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:40:20.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circus</title><content type='html'>When I was little, I used to beg my folks to take me to the circus every year. I'd want to meet the performers in the circus, but I knew I couldn't unless I had a pass or was a member. If I became a member of the circus, I would have wanted to become a clown, because the the other jobs seemed dangerous or nasty(scooping up poop). As I got older my interest grew a little smaller. Now my biggest interest in on the circus animals. I heard about the circus doing an animal walk when they arrive in each city they will perform in. I might not want to go to a show, but I would surely like to see the circus animals walk through my town. I'm trying to contact the circus corporate office to find out when this event is scheduled, but it seems like everyone is trying to keep it hush hush.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no animals right protester or animal hater. I'm just want to see something different and entertaining for a while in my city. Aw well, I'll guess I will go buy a ticket to see the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-4351829598966365484?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4351829598966365484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=4351829598966365484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4351829598966365484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/4351829598966365484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/circus.html' title='The Circus'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-423502590485405674</id><published>2008-01-20T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:41:56.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day Freak Out</title><content type='html'>It snowed where I lived. People freaked out because it doesn't normally snow in the deep south. Children and adults both were having snowball fights, making snow-angels, and creating snowmen.  Local news crews were giving live updates and interviewing people all around. That evening everything came to a halt. The snow that everyone was looking forward to melted. I went outside to get my mail and almost slipped. Good thing I had on rubber shoes. To the little ones, this was a day in history. To the older folks, this was an excuse for going out of town to visit their family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-423502590485405674?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/423502590485405674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=423502590485405674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/423502590485405674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/423502590485405674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-day-freak-out.html' title='Snow Day Freak Out'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-3713713106405139390</id><published>2008-01-15T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:30:31.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class back in session</title><content type='html'>College classes just started back. The seniors are wishing that this term will end fast as possible. The freshmen are wondering how their classes will be and will they make any new friends. As for me, in between, I just want to see my friends again, pass my new classes, and have some fun. Time to start studying again and burn some midnight oil. Night classes this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-3713713106405139390?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3713713106405139390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=3713713106405139390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3713713106405139390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3713713106405139390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/class-back-in-session.html' title='Class back in session'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-6321827481649275852</id><published>2008-01-11T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T18:40:06.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Dose of Italy</title><content type='html'>Today I went to an Italian restaurant for lunch. I ordered the chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alfredo.  There was lots of people in there. My waitress was so kind and welcoming. It took a little while for my order to come out of the kitchen, but I was alright with that. I hade some garlic-butter bread sticks and an Italian style salad to hold me. As I sat at my table, I looked around at the other customers and listened to the opera music in the background. I finally was served my order, and it was mouthwatering and delicious. So much was put out my plate that I had to get a doggy bag. Mama Mia! That was Great!&lt;br /&gt;Check please. Here's your tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-6321827481649275852?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6321827481649275852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=6321827481649275852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/6321827481649275852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/6321827481649275852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/fresh-dose-of-italy.html' title='A Fresh Dose of Italy'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-6450609963330692305</id><published>2008-01-09T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:52:31.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>I called out a fence company to come and put a 5 foot steel fence around my house. They gave me a great offer, so I gave them my address and they came out. They were in a truck that look like the one's that be at graveyards. On it were the fence poles and a hold digger. The men dug up holes around my yard, placed the poles in, and poured cement in the holes. They said they will be back in a few days if it didn't rain to finish the job. The men left the cement to dry, so the poles would stay in place when they come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was outside looking at the job the guy did, and I was saying to myself, "They should be back tomorrow." Right at the end of that thought, I felt a raindrop hit my head and then another one. The next thing I knew was it was raining. I just stood there, getting soaking wet, asking myself why. I went back inside, and turned my on the the weather channel. The forecast read rain for tomorrow, Friday, and Sunday. I want to get this fence up, but I can't until it stops raining and the ground dries. Well you can't always get what you want. Especially when you want it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-6450609963330692305?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6450609963330692305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=6450609963330692305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/6450609963330692305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/6450609963330692305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Go Away'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-811624874991487726</id><published>2008-01-08T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:18:28.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Shows</title><content type='html'>In the mist of the writer's strike some of my old favorite shows are coming back on television. Night Rider and American Gladiator. I can't believe it. I know these shows are going to have a different cast, but I still like them. American Gladiator has already came back. It's on NBC. I forgot what channel it used to come. When I was little, I wanted to go see the show live, but I never got a chance to go to Universal Studios before it went off the air. Maybe now I can go now when I get some vacation time and enough traveling money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Rider, on the other hand, does not have a live show. I sure wish I could have a car just like night rider. I'll tell it to drive me this and that place. I'll fight crime. Also I'll be the talk of the town. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Just dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-811624874991487726?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/811624874991487726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=811624874991487726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/811624874991487726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/811624874991487726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/favorite-shows.html' title='Favorite Shows'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-3024722936411834282</id><published>2008-01-07T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:22:20.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat Away</title><content type='html'>I was in an internet chat-room the other day, chatting with some people around the U.S. We was telling each other what we do for a living and about the places where we live. All of a certain this new person comes into the room. We greeted him or her, and this person replied back to us in Spanish. Next thing we knew, we were having a conversation in Spanish. But I really don't Speak much Spanish, so I asked this person in Spanish, "?Habla English?" (Do you speak English) Then poof, he or she left the room. The room started back our English conversation, and the the person came back and left over and over again. We didn't know if someone were playing with us or what. We just ignored this person, and when we all decided to leave the room, we left this trickster in their alone. If this happens again, they might get reported. People can't have a decent conversation anymore in chat-rooms anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-3024722936411834282?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3024722936411834282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=3024722936411834282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3024722936411834282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/3024722936411834282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/chat-away.html' title='Chat Away'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-1604727337574277282</id><published>2008-01-03T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:09:44.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of frost</title><content type='html'>Today when I went out, I saw that I forgot to bring my plants inside the house. Jack Frost got they, but I hope I can still save them. I going to try putting them in the sunlight tomorrow. If that doesn't work, then bye bye plants. You lived a good plant life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart aka Wally World today to find some bargains on marked-down Christmas items. I found a few things in the store that I decided to purchase. I also ran into lots of beautiful women too, but Jack Frost got me too. I froze. I looked at them. They looked at me. Nothing was said, so bye bye phone number. Bye Bye new potential date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-1604727337574277282?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1604727337574277282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=1604727337574277282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/1604727337574277282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/1604727337574277282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-of-frost.html' title='Day of frost'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-6531403144198979133</id><published>2008-01-02T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:54:40.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Is Here</title><content type='html'>It's another year. My neighbors were trying to shoot out 2007 on New Years morning. I kinda felt like I was in Iraq (Props goes out to the men and women fighting in Iraq).  I have not made any resolutions for the new year because I know I won't keep them, but I have set guidelines for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Show more love to people around me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Start having more me time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pray more.&lt;br /&gt;4. Always look on the brighter side of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-6531403144198979133?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6531403144198979133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=6531403144198979133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/6531403144198979133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/6531403144198979133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-is-here.html' title='2008 Is Here'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-8277291359917235966</id><published>2007-12-31T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:26:07.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of year 2007</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to write a poem. While I was in the process of writing, some neighborhood kids were trespassing  in  my yard.  I called my chow chow out from wherever he was, and when they saw him, they ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick-tock. Before we know it,&lt;br /&gt;it will be 12 o' clock.&lt;br /&gt;Let's celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 2008.&lt;br /&gt;We thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;for a wonderful year&lt;br /&gt;we all hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for being our friend&lt;br /&gt;on who we can depend.&lt;br /&gt;We ask that you forgive our sins.&lt;br /&gt;As this year comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;that we commend.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-8277291359917235966?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8277291359917235966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=8277291359917235966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/8277291359917235966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/8277291359917235966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-year-2007.html' title='End of year 2007'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-2972108836589432562</id><published>2007-12-29T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:43:54.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokin Saturday</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to the sound of a 4x4 off road vehicle that one of my neighbor's kid got for Christmas. It was good that the kid got what he wanted, but it's getting on my nerves now. I felt a little hungry, so I cooked me something to eat. Oh. I forgot. I was supposed to take down the Christmas decorations today. I went out to do just that. I thought I smelt something burning. I did smelt something burning. My fire alarm went off to the smoke of my burning skillet. I rushed and put it out and deactivated my alarm. My phone started ringing. It was a telemarketer tying up my line while my security company was trying to reach me. The next thing I knew was the fire department at my house. False alarm guys. Thanks  for coming so  fast. &lt;br /&gt;Have not you ran out of gas yet kid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-2972108836589432562?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2972108836589432562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=2972108836589432562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/2972108836589432562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/2972108836589432562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/smokin-saturday.html' title='Smokin Saturday'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695172635704378993.post-7870888575769230856</id><published>2007-12-28T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T20:08:22.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats on first day</title><content type='html'>I finally got started on my blog. After much time that I was telling myself to do one, I finally got my computer and typing fingers ready. So sit back and relax. There is going to be some stuff that I'm going to tell you in the following days. Some of this could change your life, make you laugh, or make you cry. Hear I am. This is life as I see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695172635704378993-7870888575769230856?l=sj-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7870888575769230856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1695172635704378993&amp;postID=7870888575769230856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/7870888575769230856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1695172635704378993/posts/default/7870888575769230856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sj-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/congrats-on-first-day.html' title='Congrats on first day'/><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917717971601939573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
