<?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-5088704635084461678</id><updated>2011-09-16T12:10:43.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellcat Matt</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't Expect much and you'll love it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-5162102358219614251</id><published>2009-10-18T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:52:47.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conspiracy of California Law Makers to Steal Maple Syrup in Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/StvwiCeA6yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jXLtJ3DyhTk/s1600-h/35b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/StvwiCeA6yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jXLtJ3DyhTk/s320/35b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394169446275279650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that lots of you out there don't think about conspiracies about maple syrup and all I have to say is "what the hell is your problem?" Do you people have any idea what this could do to us as a nation? It could kill us off one pancake at a time.  (sidenote: Pancakes are also called Hotcakes) Technically if the maple syrup stealing keeps going as it is going now we will never get hit by this epidemic, however it could still spread into the rockies and right down to Utah.  Never underestimate the power of Canadian Maple Syrup. It can change a whole society in one swift flick of the wrist.  The government will not stop til they get enough, and as we all know, you can never get enough of maple syrup.  Madness? Maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-5162102358219614251?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/5162102358219614251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=5162102358219614251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/5162102358219614251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/5162102358219614251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/10/conspiracy-of-california-law-makers-to.html' title='The Conspiracy of California Law Makers to Steal Maple Syrup in Canada'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/StvwiCeA6yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jXLtJ3DyhTk/s72-c/35b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-7648353572462038517</id><published>2009-09-21T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:23:18.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales Of Austrengland: Teamship Justice, Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SrheYxENEWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ujWXLgxttSM/s1600-h/Pirate+Ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SrheYxENEWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ujWXLgxttSM/s320/Pirate+Ship.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384157134102270306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teamship Justice is a fleet of pirate ships under the control of Captain Gordon Shumway.  Captain Shumway Captains The Dynamite with a Laserbeam.  This is the largest ship with the most water fountains and cleanest bathrooms.  The next ship is The VonChettle, captained by Loaf Enjuggs.  The VonChettle has the most speed because it is made out of greasy wood.  The final ship in the Teamship Justice fleet is The Starspeed, captained by Clete Gulch.  The Starspeed the one in the middle that no one cares about.  Teamship Justice is full of hilarious characters with really funny names. We had a really great adventure over the last year.  Captain Shumway sent me, Gahl Yon, to tell you all about the ups and downs experienced in Teamship Justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well I guess I should start from the beginning where a young Gordon Shumway won the lottery and bought his very first ship.  Gordon was told by his father at a very young age, "If you want people to fear you as a pirate, you need to think up a name that is both scary, and futuristic." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gordon spent many sleepless nights thinking up very scary, very futuristic words. Some of the names that came to mind were, The Learned Samurai with a Flashdrive, The Genetically Bread Tiger with Crocks, and, my personal favorite, The Fire-Breathing Polar Bear under a Blacklight. Gordon knew that none of these would suffice.  He knew he needed some inspiration to come up with something good enough to paint on the front of his boat, so he went to the dynamite plantation in Westerton, PA.  Not only was dynamite very dangerous, it was also quite futuristic especially if you saw how it was lit off on the plantation.  You guessed it, they used laserbeams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So he found it. The perfect name for is very scary, very futuristic Pirate ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yahahar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-7648353572462038517?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/7648353572462038517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=7648353572462038517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/7648353572462038517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/7648353572462038517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/09/tales-of-austrengland-teamship-justice.html' title='Tales Of Austrengland: Teamship Justice, Part I'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SrheYxENEWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ujWXLgxttSM/s72-c/Pirate+Ship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-8413523745697613564</id><published>2009-09-21T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:31:15.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales Of Austrengland: Austrengland, Country or Catastrophe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SrfiiefkMmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d4V73I_axIo/s1600-h/l_16501db3df004c0cb2621717ee1faf9b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SrfiiefkMmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d4V73I_axIo/s320/l_16501db3df004c0cb2621717ee1faf9b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384020961473606242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jake and I come from a pretty private place that not many people know about.  It is a place called Austrengland.  Austrengland is located just north of a group of islands, I'm not sure if you have heard of it, its called Hawaii.  What we did is took a nice part of England and a crappy part of Australia and put them together.  Unfortunately the two piece didn't go together very well.  It was like taking two puzzle pieces that don't go together and trying to put them together. It didn't work too well.  But that was ok with us.  We lived very happily on Austrengland for many years.  Jake became the Captain of Austrengland and I became the Party Emperor. We were sitting in our office in the tallest building in Austrengland.  We were on the top floor (the third floor) playing a rather killer game of solitaire, when the fuzzle box (what we called our phones), began to jingle.  Jake picked up the fuzzle and said "OY." A man by the name of Terrence Humbigger asked if we were interested in a brand new, top of the line experiment to connect Australia and England together.  Of course we were interested, but the experiment was very risky. We thought about it for a few minutes, and decided that it was in everybody's best interests to combine the two for good.  Terrence said he had a great big blender that he was going to put Austrengland into and turn it to super ice crush mode.  We could feel the ground beneath us starting to spin.  At this time I, surprisingly, was in the mood for a snow cone.  But, it was way out of line because the experiment began to go totally nutters.  everything was being destroyed.  The zoos, the supermarkets, the middle schools, the animals, everything.  I blacked out after I saw the Austrengland Zoo sink into the ocean.  I woke up after everything was gone.  I started yelling for my captain.  After what seemed like an eternity I heard his voice.  We hopped on to the only thing that we saw.  It turned out to be a giant turtle shell. There we stood, on our giant turtles shell, looking at the ice crushed remains of Austrengland.  &lt;div&gt;Country or Catastrophe? I saw both.  I like to say people came for the Country, but they stayed for the catastrophe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-8413523745697613564?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/8413523745697613564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=8413523745697613564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/8413523745697613564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/8413523745697613564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/09/tales-of-austrengland-austrengland.html' title='Tales Of Austrengland: Austrengland, Country or Catastrophe?'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SrfiiefkMmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d4V73I_axIo/s72-c/l_16501db3df004c0cb2621717ee1faf9b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-3147521022419660925</id><published>2009-03-03T21:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:27:49.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/Sa4RSBTySLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/umpSx_Ukqo4/s1600-h/bad-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/Sa4RSBTySLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/umpSx_Ukqo4/s320/bad-day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309200012003133618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this quote today and it is just what I needed.  But also it freakin blows because it is so true.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheer up, the worst is yet to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Philander Johnson-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-3147521022419660925?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/3147521022419660925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=3147521022419660925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/3147521022419660925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/3147521022419660925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheer-up.html' title='Cheer Up!'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/Sa4RSBTySLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/umpSx_Ukqo4/s72-c/bad-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-3164510883226447762</id><published>2009-02-26T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:28:07.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SadBnwPH_zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yrpkc1K5Qmw/s1600-h/skeptic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SadBnwPH_zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yrpkc1K5Qmw/s320/skeptic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307282837098463026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had the feeling that you aren't going anywhere?  Thats how I feel.  School is a bunch of shit classes that I don't need and yet they still stress the hell out of me.  It seems like everyone around me, wether it be friends, or just some people in a class that I don't even know, know what they are going to do for the rest of their lives.  How the hell do you know that? I am right out of high school. I didn't think i needed to make these decisions until after a mission.  But the reality check that I constantly get is that you are a dumbass if you don't know what you are going to do.  &lt;div&gt;Also, I thought that college life was supposed to be fun, but so far in my college career I rarely find anything fun to do.  Either because everyone is busy or my friends have other friends who they are hanging out with.  I realize that living at your house even if it is cheaper, still blows because you are always home alone unless you are doing something productive.  And my life right now is  very unproductive.  I know I'm not the only person like this though.  So now I am going to stop sitting around bitchin' and go do something productive with my time.  Maybe even homework :{).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-3164510883226447762?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/3164510883226447762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=3164510883226447762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/3164510883226447762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/3164510883226447762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/02/college-life.html' title='College Life'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SadBnwPH_zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yrpkc1K5Qmw/s72-c/skeptic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-6774918973973304020</id><published>2009-02-14T21:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:18:25.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Day to Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SZelmujpmiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/d_3Qht3WoXg/s1600-h/crappyDay_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SZelmujpmiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/d_3Qht3WoXg/s320/crappyDay_LRG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302889171003218466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day i wake up and wonder what I am going to do that day.  Would you like to know what I say every damn day? School and work!!!  Rarely do I ever hang out with friends.  Either because I work or because they are too damn busy.  I finally got away and came to Denver with my brother.  As we were driving the 8 hours to get here, we had a freakin' blast.  Would you like to know why?  Because there was nothing that we had to  do. No stress to bring our naturally hilarious personalities.  That made me feel great.  The only problem with this trip is that now, more than ever, I want to be rich so that I can forrow my dreams and become a movie star.  My brother Nick and I are going to write a movie that will be the greatest show since Dumb and Dumber.  I think it will be called something like "The Leprechaun who Lost his Shirt" or "Me Gusta Papaya" I would like for it to be out in time for summer 2010, but it won't be.  I have stupid school, and not an endless supply of money.  Thats just how crappy life is sometimes. Damn this life Day to Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-6774918973973304020?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/6774918973973304020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=6774918973973304020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/6774918973973304020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/6774918973973304020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-day-to-day.html' title='From Day to Day'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SZelmujpmiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/d_3Qht3WoXg/s72-c/crappyDay_LRG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-7833403736119794460</id><published>2009-01-31T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:58:09.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts Part V by Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SYVWDGI_ZcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IziKowvxY7c/s1600-h/the_thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SYVWDGI_ZcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IziKowvxY7c/s320/the_thinker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297735147859174850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was about to buy my deep thoughts from a infomercial but then I had a dream.  This dream wasn't your normal dream about being chased by Goro and Sub Zero from Mortal Kombat, but this dream was about dinosaurs and Dr. Bubblegum Pepper Toilet Bowl Cleaner and Dirtier. The dream I had took place in my home where I was totally safe from any dinosaur attacks.  But once I left the comfort of my own house  I was very likely to be devoured by a dinosaur.  This may seem like  the easiest thing to do to make my own life safe.  But there was a sick twist in this dream.  For days I have been awaiting the arrival of my most recent DVD purchase, Space Jam.  Well what do you know?  Up drives the Mailman and puts Space Jam in the mailbox.  As i open the door and take one step out i have seemed to forget, due to my excitement, that I am prone to dinosaur attacks.  Before I could see what I did next, I woke up.  Now, all day I have been wondering what I would do.  Would I stay in and guarantee another day on this earth? Or would I go get Space Jam and enjoy the show I have looking forward to for so long now?  I personally think I would risk my life because Space Jam is Bitchin. Enough Said.  I Love You :{)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-7833403736119794460?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/7833403736119794460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=7833403736119794460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/7833403736119794460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/7833403736119794460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-thoughts-part-v-by-matt.html' title='Deep Thoughts Part V by Matt'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SYVWDGI_ZcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IziKowvxY7c/s72-c/the_thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-3927315049074069558</id><published>2009-01-27T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:43:36.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Writings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SX8roBp528I/AAAAAAAAAEo/zViFgg95Ezk/s1600-h/ksmn2031l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295999653449948098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SX8roBp528I/AAAAAAAAAEo/zViFgg95Ezk/s320/ksmn2031l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I sit in the Snow College Library and I have nothing to do so i thought I would talk to you about awesome nick-names. Recently a couple of my friends have been giving each other sweet nick-names such as Shredder, Clutch, Voltron and Danger. I myself am called Thunder. I must say, I freaking love have such a bitchin nick-name. It makes me feel like there is a purpose to life. That purpose is to kick ass. If you don't have a nick-name I suggest you pick one up. If you can't think of an awesome name here are a few I have come up with: Hellcat, Auto, Hurricane, Skidmark, Sludge, Shark Trainer, Flame, Volcano, Destroyer, Natural Disaster, Wolf, Avalanche, Bear, Deathcast, Blade, Scissor, Wound Inflicter, Crusher, Thor, Canine, or Tim. I would love it if you decided to pick up one of these names and start your new improved life. I Love You:{)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-3927315049074069558?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/3927315049074069558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=3927315049074069558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/3927315049074069558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/3927315049074069558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-writings.html' title='Random Writings'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SX8roBp528I/AAAAAAAAAEo/zViFgg95Ezk/s72-c/ksmn2031l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-91154291120608751</id><published>2009-01-25T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:40:12.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts Part IV by Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXzNlKBvsAI/AAAAAAAAADc/HOBmpd9SgOk/s1600-h/the_thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXzNlKBvsAI/AAAAAAAAADc/HOBmpd9SgOk/s320/the_thinker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295333300111388674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry about my tardiness on this weeks Deep Thoughts.  I feel that i forgot to do the Deep Thoughts for a reason. I was doing my assignment for History of Rock and Roll and I was trying to write some verses in AAB format for the Blues.  This assignment seemed easier that it was.  I was trying to write just three verses and it was hard.  Not only was it hard, but my verses are really dumb.  I gotta hand it to those blues writers, or even every song writer ever.  Kudos to you.  Now I am going to let you see my verses and them maybe you will appreciate songs so much more because of how dumb mine are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was driving down the road, I was going 65,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah rolling down the road, going 65,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I saw this cat and I slapped him a high five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up this morning, I couldn't feel my toes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh i woke up this morning with no feeling in my toes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I looked down and noticed in the cold they were exposed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Floating down the stream in my tipped over canoe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah I was floating down the stream with my tipped over canoe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I have the classic case of the tipped over canoe blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See how crappy that is.  YBe grateful for the music we have today, and the artists we have.  Because not everyone can write lyrics, as you can see.  I love you :{)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-91154291120608751?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/91154291120608751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=91154291120608751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/91154291120608751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/91154291120608751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-thoughts-part-iv-by-matt.html' title='Deep Thoughts Part IV by Matt'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXzNlKBvsAI/AAAAAAAAADc/HOBmpd9SgOk/s72-c/the_thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-2845934157850753516</id><published>2009-01-21T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:53:21.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild and Crazy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXfRglS6OSI/AAAAAAAAADM/unR2ZjU1W9o/s1600-h/hatred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXfRglS6OSI/AAAAAAAAADM/unR2ZjU1W9o/s320/hatred.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293930244694751522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world of hate&lt;div&gt;There has to be a light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be that light and spread some love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this day the youth can be the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I came across this quote today and blew me away.  This world is so filled with hate and it can be hard to notice.  Like anything that is trying to be enforced  for the good of everyone.  Seat belts for example.  I know it sucks having to worry about getting a ticket just for not having your seat belt on, but it pretty much forces you to be safer.  Why people complain and hate on that, I don't  know.  Even when we take hate to the extreme and look at the president.  I have only been alive while four presidents have been in office and my first memory of a president was President Clinton.  I know he was a big moron but he did have to do something first for me to not like him.  As for the next president, G.W. Bush, everyone hated him.  I don't know why people hated him, but as for most of America, they hated him because they thought it was cool.  When you think about it, Bush didn't really do anything to make our economy  the way it is.  Sure you  can blame a lot on the war but he can't just send our military to another country to fight without lots of people who allow that.  And  last but not least, Barack Obama. We haven't even seen what has tried to do.  He entered the White House yesterday.  He hasn't done anything.  But still there are lots of people who think that he will get assassinated.  What real reason do people have to want him assassinated? We don't have any really.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why must we hate?  If we all just loved, our problems would cut down a lot. Think about it.  I love you:{)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-2845934157850753516?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/2845934157850753516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=2845934157850753516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/2845934157850753516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/2845934157850753516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/01/wild-and-crazy.html' title='Wild and Crazy....'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXfRglS6OSI/AAAAAAAAADM/unR2ZjU1W9o/s72-c/hatred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-6321815163585991486</id><published>2009-01-20T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:38:28.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like to Rock the Party!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXagd99C33I/AAAAAAAAADE/2kGc_vFGZ_I/s1600-h/Car+Show+bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXagd99C33I/AAAAAAAAADE/2kGc_vFGZ_I/s400/Car+Show+bay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293594848727850866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;div&gt;This last weekend I was at the car show at the South Town Expo Center and I must admit, it wasn't the best car show I've  seen.  In fact, this car show was the worst  one due to how much i enjoyed the cars.  However, this car show was my favorite show ever.  You may be asking yourself how it could be the worst, yet my favorite show.  Well I will tell you why it was so awesome.  It is because there were three stunningly attractive, good smelling people with very inspirational smiles and kind eyes that just brightened the entire building.  I will now admit to you that I was one of these three extraordinary human beings.  Thats right, I was one of those who brightened others days. Today I would like to tell you how we brightened these peoples lives.&lt;div&gt;The night before we went to the car show we decided to hit up the Deseret Industries.  Years ago, I decided to buy something from D.I. and  wear it  to all of my activities throughout the day.  And this is how I brought joy to others.  At the D.I., I found a sweater with the McDonalds logo on it. This made me feel all warm inside when I found it.  And in turn others found joy in it.  I wasn't the only person who found awesome things at this D.I.  Nick found an awesome turtle neck and  golf sweater, and Hannah found an amazing purple sweater and a pretty pair of boots.  When you hit a D.I. and find things like we did, and you too can Rock the Party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-6321815163585991486?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/6321815163585991486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=6321815163585991486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/6321815163585991486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/6321815163585991486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-to-rock-party.html' title='I Like to Rock the Party!!!'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXagd99C33I/AAAAAAAAADE/2kGc_vFGZ_I/s72-c/Car+Show+bay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-6556137644209084227</id><published>2009-01-16T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:40:04.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts Part III by Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXDifc46IxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YSyR0MAs6DQ/s1600-h/the_thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXDifc46IxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YSyR0MAs6DQ/s400/the_thinker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291978592119038738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXDiJl3Qb2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/e9AIadfz2fw/s1600-h/patriotism-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXDiJl3Qb2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/e9AIadfz2fw/s400/patriotism-a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291978216570908514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this third edition of Deep Thoughts I decided to address a very important issue in our society today.  What question you ask? I'll tell you.  Why is it that so many people gotta hate our president?  It happened with G.W. and now I am willing to bet that people are going to start thinking they are cool by saying that they are rebels and will say all kinds of crap against Obama.  Lots of people say that they are just happy Bush is out of the White House.  But eventually a bunch of jerks are going to start making shirts and posters about how bad our president is.  Now I know that Obama isn't the person lots of people would like to see leading our country, but he is our President.  How about we give him a chance, and show that no matter what, we are proud to be American.  Lets not be the generation that made America bomb, lets be that generation that made it what it used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-6556137644209084227?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/6556137644209084227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=6556137644209084227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/6556137644209084227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/6556137644209084227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-thoughts-part-iii-by-matt.html' title='Deep Thoughts Part III by Matt'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXDifc46IxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YSyR0MAs6DQ/s72-c/the_thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-3812610162028414380</id><published>2009-01-15T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:33:43.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward Situations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXAOISZ-zjI/AAAAAAAAACs/OIrBP6-vW1I/s1600-h/Awkward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXAOISZ-zjI/AAAAAAAAACs/OIrBP6-vW1I/s400/Awkward.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291745097702886962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit awkward blogging about this but I am sitting here in my house with my roommate, Dave, my ex-girlfriend, Alyssa and Amie the friend.  I decided that i would write this blog just to tell you all about how awkward this situation really is.  To give an example of how awkward this is I will use an analogy.  Say that you are sitting there in your room and you get a little knock on the door and so you open the door and in walks an old lady, but as she walks in the door bumps your hand, and you accidentally touch her butt.  If you could give a percentage  on how awkward that is times it by ten and you would about be to as awkward as this situation I'm in.  Sorry if this was a kind of weird to read, but come on, what else can I do?  I love you brother and Hannah. thanks for reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-3812610162028414380?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/3812610162028414380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=3812610162028414380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/3812610162028414380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/3812610162028414380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/01/awkward-situations.html' title='Awkward Situations'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SXAOISZ-zjI/AAAAAAAAACs/OIrBP6-vW1I/s72-c/Awkward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-1384765279419001842</id><published>2009-01-09T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:07:46.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts Part II by Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SWf0w5NThfI/AAAAAAAAACc/sroUM8A2d50/s1600-h/the_thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SWf0w5NThfI/AAAAAAAAACc/sroUM8A2d50/s400/the_thinker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289465408197461490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;! I Sure do love sharing my deep thoughts.  Today I have a thought that was triggered by my favorite musician ever, Rivers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cuomo&lt;/span&gt;.  He has a song on his first solo album "Alone" called Lemonade.  In this song, Rivers brings up that age old analogy about how if life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.  Well this made me think about how many people buy lemonade instead of making their own.  I don't mean this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;literally,&lt;/span&gt; of course.  I am just trying to say is why do we always look at the more material things in life?  I think we should try to sit back and enjoy the finer things in life like friends and the time we have together.  I am a kid who is in college who may have just wasted the final years in high school with a girl. Now that my time with all my friends is rapidly running short, I am finally going to take the lemons life gives me and throw out the Minute Maid.  This is my life and I am going to make it what I wish and I encourage all my reader to do it too.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-1384765279419001842?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/1384765279419001842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=1384765279419001842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/1384765279419001842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/1384765279419001842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-thoughts-part-ii-by-matt.html' title='Deep Thoughts Part II by Matt'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SWf0w5NThfI/AAAAAAAAACc/sroUM8A2d50/s72-c/the_thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-5602805456232836241</id><published>2009-01-06T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:50:23.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF DAMN SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SWN9tRwK6iI/AAAAAAAAACU/CVU7mCoFK8E/s1600-h/1424659962_1ef91eeea3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288208604276124194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SWN9tRwK6iI/AAAAAAAAACU/CVU7mCoFK8E/s400/1424659962_1ef91eeea3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today it the first day of school and the only thing that keeps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; my head is DAMN IT!!!! That break was far too short, and it didn't feel like I even did anything other than just sit around. Now that I am back at school all that i am ever going to get to do is wake up, go to school, and go to work. Since I have a 7:30 A.M. class I don't think that I am going to be able to make it through many late nights. Which means that I will just go home from work and go right to sleep and wake up and do the same thing. All that I can look forward to now is this semester ending. Why can't someone just tell me what I am supposed to do and then give me a job. I just want to have a career and start making some real money and have my own house. I wish my future would just hurry up and get here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-5602805456232836241?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/5602805456232836241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=5602805456232836241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/5602805456232836241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/5602805456232836241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-damn-school.html' title='FIRST DAY OF DAMN SCHOOL'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SWN9tRwK6iI/AAAAAAAAACU/CVU7mCoFK8E/s72-c/1424659962_1ef91eeea3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-3890719094311911953</id><published>2009-01-02T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:09:02.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts Part I by Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SV8TTjQe1mI/AAAAAAAAACM/JTNjrRn8TmI/s1600-h/The_Thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SV8TTjQe1mI/AAAAAAAAACM/JTNjrRn8TmI/s320/The_Thinker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286965714159064674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this very new year I have seen something amazing and something ludicrous.   I will start off with the amazing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I watched the Utah Utes kick the asses of the Alabama Crimson Tide.  Not only was this game great because I am a Utes fan, but also because I saw how bull shit the BCS really is. Not only did I see it but the whole world should have seen it.  Utah is worthy of being the National Champions.  If not actually being the champions at least having a shot at the national title.  Utah was the only undefeated team in the whole nation this year.  That means that the two teams in the National Championship Bowl  are both one loss teams.  If that isn't enough, last year the Ohio State Buckeyes were in the National Championship Bowl and were a two loss team.  I guess that the whole reason for this incredible outrage, is the crap that the BCS has brought to college football.  What I would like to see is a fair way to tell who is really the national champions.  If those sports experts are really experts, why can't they make a fair more accurate way to tell the champion?  Answer me that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ludicrous thing that I have seen this year has a lot to do with girls.  I'm not saying that girls are bad or anything but when you get a kid who just wants some action with some girl it gets a little ridiculous.  If you can believe it or not one of my roommates who is living in MY house actually tried to kick me out so he could be alone with this girl.  Don't get me wrong I love this kid, but really? I just got home from work, and was looking forward to enjoying my night, and then he drops this bomb on me.  What the hell?  So I went upstairs and spent the night there by myself.  Come on man, our break is almost over.  Why not forget about the girl and hang out with the boys? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that you have enjoyed my first part of Deep Thoughts.  Stay tuned for another part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-3890719094311911953?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/3890719094311911953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=3890719094311911953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/3890719094311911953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/3890719094311911953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-thoughts-part-i.html' title='Deep Thoughts Part I by Matt'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SV8TTjQe1mI/AAAAAAAAACM/JTNjrRn8TmI/s72-c/The_Thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-6299562197482028352</id><published>2008-12-25T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:22:29.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironman VS. Batman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVRN6ssUpsI/AAAAAAAAABo/s27k1x4fDs0/s1600-h/bp-ironmanbatman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVRN6ssUpsI/AAAAAAAAABo/s27k1x4fDs0/s320/bp-ironmanbatman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283933933637248706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years there have been many awesome match-ups.  Among these great match-ups are: Superman and Lex Luther, MacGyver and Murdock, Colts and Patriots ect.  The reoccuring substance of every good rivalry is Good VS. Evil.  The thing about Good VS. Evil is that everyone always knows how the fight will end.  That's why I would like to see a battle that is so epic that it is impossible to see how this fight will end, a fight with Good VS. Good.  Why don't we make it interesting and take two hero's that don't necessarily have superpowers?  This way we can make it even and have no controversy over the outcome. We can take two people who are rich beyond measure, both very smart, and both can get any lady they want.  Thats right, I am talking about Ironman and Batman.  They both have their own fighting styles, and their own equipment, but they are both very good at fighting criminals.  My question is who is better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BATMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman is the most powerful businessman in Gotham, Bruce Wayne.  He has one of the greatest weapon creators, Lucious Fox, on his side.  He has also gone through years of training and fighting random, unfortunate victims.  Batman's biggest flaw is his rule for no killing.  Batman's most memorable job was the capture of the Joker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRONMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironman is the most decorated weapon designer in the world,  Tony Stark.  Stark has no one behind him creating suits and weapons for him, but his sense of privacy keeps all possibilty of a traitor coming in and stealing is ideas.  Ironman has no rules, if someone deserves to die, he wont hesitate to kill.  Ironman's most memorably job was killing terrorists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see they are both pretty even.  I would like to see this fight on tv someday.  Once i do can will finally be able to sleep soundly.  When will the movie producers realize that we want to know who will win the great battle of Good VS. Good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-6299562197482028352?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/6299562197482028352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=6299562197482028352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/6299562197482028352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/6299562197482028352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2008/12/ironman-vs-batman.html' title='Ironman VS. Batman'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVRN6ssUpsI/AAAAAAAAABo/s27k1x4fDs0/s72-c/bp-ironmanbatman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-1809535552684025453</id><published>2008-12-12T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:55:47.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PaperFace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SUMyN-RrX7I/AAAAAAAAABg/XHS3NsnW9L0/s1600-h/paperface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279118403845185458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SUMyN-RrX7I/AAAAAAAAABg/XHS3NsnW9L0/s320/paperface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have recently been listening to a CD by the mozart of our time, Rivers Cuomo, and I heard a song come on called Paperface. As I dug deeper to find out the meaning of this phrase I read a little thing that Rivers wrote about it. He explained a story giving an example of what he meant by this. He tells of a girl he went to school with who was the prettiest, and smartest girl in his grade. Years later his friend tells him that this particular girl took of and stole a car, shot a cop, and ran to New Orleans. After I saw this I was thinking about all the people who hold who they truly are inside because they are scared they won't be accepted for who they really are. I have to admit that I fall into this category. Sometimes I find myself not wanting to tell my friends what I really think or something like that. This is sad I know, but for some reason, I don't think I am the only one. I know that lots of people are very different in front of other people. We all know a person who is cool when you are with them, but when they are around someone cooler than yourself, they are a total douchemouth. This is what I really wanted to talk about. I want to let all these people who try to act cooler when they are around other people know how annoying they are. Its ok to sometimes not act outgoing around everyone, but don't try to be a totally different person. So look inside and find your paperface, and take it off, just let your true self come out. If someone wont accept you for who you are, why do you want them to accept you at all? Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-1809535552684025453?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/1809535552684025453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=1809535552684025453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/1809535552684025453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/1809535552684025453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2008/12/paperface.html' title='PaperFace'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SUMyN-RrX7I/AAAAAAAAABg/XHS3NsnW9L0/s72-c/paperface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-4377280715465742902</id><published>2008-12-10T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:27:20.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SUDAQxCyT-I/AAAAAAAAABY/ypCnLczMww4/s1600-h/rivers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278430157553684450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SUDAQxCyT-I/AAAAAAAAABY/ypCnLczMww4/s320/rivers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SUDAL-3IupI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hsPckRj7J6Q/s1600-h/dexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278430075363572370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SUDAL-3IupI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hsPckRj7J6Q/s320/dexter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was at the Kage doing my weekly show Funkiness in the City, when I started thinking about how awesome some rockstars really are. When some people start thinking about rock stars, they think low life, skumbags who don't do anything but sit around and do drugs and other awesome things. But the truth is, successful rockstars are very passionate about their work. How can someone make such good music if they are the lazy ass everyone thinks they are? I guess some rock stars didn't really go to much schooling, but who says you are smart if you go to college? Some of my friends who are in school are still pretty damn stupid. Now i would like to dive deeper into the kick ass smart guys who can really rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are two Rock Stars that I have recently found out are, in fact, briliant. The first of which is Rivers Cuomo. He is the lead singer of my favorite band, Weezer. Rivers is not only a briliant song writer but he also graduated with a masters in English from Harvard. Rivers is not a Rock Star who wanted all the fame just for being a popstar writer. He wants to be known like the classical composers such as Mozart or Beethoven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next, even smarter Rock Star is Bryan "Dexter" Holland. He is the lead singer of another very good band The Offspring. Dexter actually gained his nickname for being so smart. He was the valedictorian of his high school and went on the gain a Ph.D in Microbiology from USC. How much more badass does that get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rock Stars can be smart. Not all Rock Stars though. Some of them are those kind of people who sit around and suck at making music and just sit around and wallow in their own douchebaggery filth. I know.... Gross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-4377280715465742902?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/4377280715465742902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=4377280715465742902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/4377280715465742902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/4377280715465742902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-stars.html' title='Rock Stars'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SUDAQxCyT-I/AAAAAAAAABY/ypCnLczMww4/s72-c/rivers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-2525903732519787712</id><published>2008-11-18T11:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:02:15.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSMRKbDRUkI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3ZmRxqUOR8/s1600-h/halloween460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270074859711451714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSMRKbDRUkI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3ZmRxqUOR8/s320/halloween460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many people should know it is that time of year where everybody is getting all hyped up about halloween. Halloween is all about dressing up and drinking delicious drinks like capri sun with frozen sunny D ice cubes, right? False!!! Halloween is just a night that makes it easier for things like ninjas and robots to freely roam the streets without ever being caught. I understand that many of you will not be able to tell between the dressed up posers and the real deal. So here are a few tips to help identify the true ninja or robot.First, if the ninja has on a winter coat while he is trick-or-treating it is probably just a kid who couldn't take the harsh weather of late October.Second, if this robot can speak to you without first trying to overtake your energy source and steal your magical wand it is probably not real.Now that I have informed you on how to properl identify one from the other it is time for me to tell you how to avoid face to face confrentation with one of these demonic creatures.Most ninjas are only after things that are somewhat magical or something that is directly connected to the world wide web. One thing that you must avoid having with you is something given to you, or stolen from an elvish being. We all know that the elvs have an astonishing effect over the magical world. Some think that these elvs are evil and that is why the ninjas are so determined to stay hidden or unidentifyed is to try to sneak past the magically enhanced barb wire security fences that surround the elf cities.Most Robots are just after power, batery life, or memory which is why I must encourage that none of you carry your ipods with you, even if it is one of those fancy nanos because the robots dont know the difference between full size ipods and nanos. If one Robot get a hold of the nano and does not come out of it with atleast 20 gigabytes of memory it will only make him infuriated and program his hard drive to not stop killing till he get the required battery life.So there you have it, possibly the best advice you can get if you want to be safe over the Halloween holliday.P.S. Watch out for those Hypnotists, they are nothing but trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-2525903732519787712?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/2525903732519787712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=2525903732519787712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/2525903732519787712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/2525903732519787712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-time.html' title='Halloween Time'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSMRKbDRUkI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3ZmRxqUOR8/s72-c/halloween460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-1697068103798253713</id><published>2008-11-18T10:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:05:15.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSMQ0JS_XsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B6_E_BuSCr0/s1600-h/leprechaun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270074476988423874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSMQ0JS_XsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B6_E_BuSCr0/s320/leprechaun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah spring time. The air is warm and the snow is melting, the trees are blooming everything is fine and no one has a care in the world, right? WRONG!!! Along with this wonderful season we also have a terrible vermin among us. This wonderful holiday that we have rapidly approaching upon us called St. Patricks day. There is a dirty beast amongst us at this time, a beast so brutal and in human i dare not look at them. Thats right im talking about the leprechaun. This little demon takes advantage of us as we are partying in our drunken state. The leprechaun will sneak into you underwear drawer and take all of your underwear and throw them all in the dirty clothes hamper. So when you wake up the next morning and shower you cant find any clean underwear. When you are in this situation you cant think of anything to do. And that is when that little jerk gets his satisfaction. My advice to you my friends is to take a pair of clean underwear and put it on top of the fridge. You might be asking yourself why the fridge, well the fridge is much taller than a dirty little leprechaun thus causing him much grief. By the time he can get to the top of the fridge he will have tired himself out and in turn fallen asleep.By the time you wake up and find that you have no underwear in your drawer, dont fret there is a nice clean pair on top of the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-1697068103798253713?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/1697068103798253713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=1697068103798253713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/1697068103798253713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/1697068103798253713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah-spring-time.html' title='The Beauty of Spring'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSMQ0JS_XsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B6_E_BuSCr0/s72-c/leprechaun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-1621457917721698974</id><published>2008-11-18T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:59:11.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beaust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSMQWZcC0GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LlDL2Ir1sbM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270073965925290082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSMQWZcC0GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LlDL2Ir1sbM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSMQIEGSisI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8JBO5BNO958/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSMQCXvGo_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/_WJuZLuS6EU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have recently heard a story about one beauty and one beast. The funny thing is that i know the real origin of this story and this beauty and beast is a load of crap. Now i will tell you the real story of the Beaust (pronounced be-yoost), where the beauty is the beast. This whole story begins with a little lad named Ginger. As a boy, Ginger had adompted the nick-name Cotton Balls. For what reason? I know not. All that I know is that it didn't over too well for his popularity. Just out of high school Ginger won the lottery with the numbers 12345. Since this was such a rediculous number for a person to choose the prize money for winning with them is over 2 billion dollars. Of course this was a devastating blow to the owner of this lottery. The owner of the lotter was Opie Howard. He was always a very wealthy man and after loosing all his money to Cotton Balls, he didn't know what to do. Opie was so depressed that he wanted to do something to hurt the jerk that took all his money. Opie got a hold of some very strong acid and threw it on Ginger and burnt the whole left side of his body. After this happened to Ginger he ran away to a huge castle and didn't want anyone to enter his castle except his servants.One day a supposed salesman came up to the door and asked if he could come in. The servant, of course wouldn't let him in and this upset him greatly. The salesman was so mad about this that he used his magical wand and turned all of the servants into litttle creature called grunteez. The salesman felt so powerful after he did that, and decided to change his profession to being a professional Lord Voldemort, but thats beside the point. Anyway Lord Voldemort said that he would change all the Grunteez back to normal and fix Ginger when he would do something that would change the world. Ginger was very upset because he didn't want to let people see him. After much thought, Ginger decided thought up the most genius plan to bring in the fattest person he could find and make him work out alot and lose weight and then give one restaurant all the blame and give this particular restaurant come much needed publicity. Thats right this one man who was once fat but is now just ugly should give all his credit to Ginger. fter Voldemort saw this he was very happy with what he did and changed back all the Grunteez and fixed the beast part of this Beaust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Forgive me for the scaryness of the picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-1621457917721698974?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/1621457917721698974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=1621457917721698974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/1621457917721698974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/1621457917721698974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2008/11/beaust.html' title='The Beaust'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSMQWZcC0GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LlDL2Ir1sbM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-6446947661839521851</id><published>2008-11-18T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:12:27.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSL3VJ2qsHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9VUTEs6Tvw/s1600-h/the+sun.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270046456771424370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSL3VJ2qsHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9VUTEs6Tvw/s320/the+sun.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i was sitting outside doing some serious yard work and I started thinking about how hot the sun was. I started thinking, if i could fist fight anything in the whole universe, weather it be the the sun or a comet or the moon or the rain forest or anything, I think i would punch the sun right in its stupid face first.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sorry that is immature but when I have to do something as stupid as yard work, it's bad enough that i have to do it in comfortable weather, but that stupid sun is making me sweat unnecessarily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-6446947661839521851?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/6446947661839521851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=6446947661839521851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/6446947661839521851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/6446947661839521851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2008/11/sun.html' title='The Sun'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSL3VJ2qsHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9VUTEs6Tvw/s72-c/the+sun.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088704635084461678.post-3295877910917389056</id><published>2008-11-18T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:16:45.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSL4dzTA0AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gkuYc82Rr4Q/s1600-h/Image24.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270047704846749698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSL4dzTA0AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gkuYc82Rr4Q/s320/Image24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was driving home from one of the most eventful nights of my life but also yet the most uneventful camping trips of my life, I was looking on the side of the road and i saw a bunch of orange cones and a bunch of construction signs with phrases on them like "One lane road ahead", and "Be prepared to stop". No sooner did I see these signs then I thought to myself, What a bunch of A-holes. They started working on the road a couple months ago, and for the last month or so nothing seems to be happening. They will close one side of the road and push dirt around but they don't even come on to the road. And really i can't see anything that has changed in the last month. It seems like they pick up dirt and put it right back down and flatten it out. Although this does seem very annoying, it isn't even why i was so pissed off. I was coming home on a Saturday, and they don't do construction on Saturdays, they had just forgotten to take the signs down. I can't believe the laziness of the workers and I am just appalled that they would leave them up all weekend.I know that it is probably a hard job for some but why do they need to sit around so much and not do anything? Think about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088704635084461678-3295877910917389056?l=winters-bb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/feeds/3295877910917389056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088704635084461678&amp;postID=3295877910917389056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/3295877910917389056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088704635084461678/posts/default/3295877910917389056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winters-bb.blogspot.com/2008/11/construction.html' title='Construction'/><author><name>WINTERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990103881886076197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SVcNncFq21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/szg4arB59CM/S220/pepsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5piNz9sa8/SSL4dzTA0AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gkuYc82Rr4Q/s72-c/Image24.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
