<?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-707215454798515773</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:59:19.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you always wanted to know, but never dared to ask...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-2231992820491998741</id><published>2009-04-20T18:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:25:25.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MDI3MzQ5NzI2NSZwdD*xMjQwMjczNTEzNTMxJnA9NzQ4ODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPWNhZDQ2MGRlZTI3NzQyNTViNzJkMzMxNzY3YjI2MzYzJm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;object id="A874994" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=WGZuTrr77pZalqQf&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="340" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=WGZuTrr77pZalqQf&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=WGZuTrr77pZalqQf&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;"&gt;Try JibJab Sendables&amp;reg; &lt;a href="sendables.jibjab.com/ecards"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&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/707215454798515773-2231992820491998741?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2231992820491998741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=2231992820491998741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/2231992820491998741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/2231992820491998741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2009/04/try-jibjab-sendables-ecards-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-4539609658266577983</id><published>2009-04-19T20:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:21:24.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doo Wop</title><content type='html'>I just recently become a fan of doo-wop music. For those who aren't sure what that is, it's a genre of music that was big in the 50's and 60's. There were bands like the Drifters, the Platters, the Temptations, and a ton more. Good stuff... But, I found a great doo-wop song, Earth Angel, that was redone by Death Cab for Cutie and it's now one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do :) Give the page enough time to load and the song should start atomatically, that is, if you care to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="width: 1px; height: 18px;" class="rightNavigation" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-4539609658266577983?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4539609658266577983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=4539609658266577983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/4539609658266577983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/4539609658266577983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-recently-become-fan-of-doo-wop.html' title='Doo Wop'/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-5782800473827695631</id><published>2009-04-14T21:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:53:55.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I agree when my dad says Paul Simon is one of the greatest modern day poets we have. These are the lyrics to his song "American Tune." It has such a great meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many's the time I've been mistaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And many times confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yes, and I've often felt forsaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And certainly misused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oh, but I'm all right, I'm all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm just weary to my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Still, you don't expect to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bright and bon vivant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So far away from home, so far away from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't know a soul who's not been battered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't have a friend who feels at ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't know a dream that's not been shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Or driven to its knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nut it's all right, it's all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For we lived so well so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Still, when I think of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Road we're traveling on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wonder what's gone wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I dreamed I was dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And looking back down at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Smiled reassuringly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I dreamed I was flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And high up above my eyes could clearly see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sailing away to sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I dreamed I was flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We come on the ship they call the Mayflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We come on the ship that sailed the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We come in the age's most uncertain hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And sing an American tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oh, and it's alright, it's all right, it's all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can't be forever blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I'm trying to get some rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; That's all I'm trying to get some rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table class="rightNavigation" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-5782800473827695631?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5782800473827695631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=5782800473827695631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/5782800473827695631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/5782800473827695631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-agree-when-my-dad-says-paul-simon-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-4873148838530492865</id><published>2009-03-05T00:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:23:09.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;This is just really what was going through my head tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;when I took a walk to get a drink from the gas station.&lt;br /&gt;I'm open for a better title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath slowly becomes more visible.&lt;br /&gt;The pelting rain has evolved into a snow that&lt;br /&gt;brushes past my cheeks, flirting with me.&lt;br /&gt;A part of me, the logical part, tells me that&lt;br /&gt;it’s cold and I should go inside, but I find logic&lt;br /&gt;easy to ignore. I take a deep breath and&lt;br /&gt;let the cold air cleanse my lungs of the stale air&lt;br /&gt;brought in by a wearisome classroom.&lt;br /&gt;I tighten my coat to ease my logic a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I find warmth in the glow of the orange streetlights.&lt;br /&gt;As the snowflakes gently dance into the light,&lt;br /&gt;they appear as embers, tempting to ignite anything&lt;br /&gt;they touch. A few find their way onto my skin,&lt;br /&gt;playing with my senses. The intense coldness feels as&lt;br /&gt;though it burns. But the snowflakes melt quickly,&lt;br /&gt;unable to compete with my heat of my body, and the&lt;br /&gt;droplets roll off the side of my hand. I find peace&lt;br /&gt;in not having to even think about thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I just enjoy the sound of the falling snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-4873148838530492865?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4873148838530492865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=4873148838530492865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/4873148838530492865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/4873148838530492865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-3288905033425324449</id><published>2009-02-19T23:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:55:25.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>My hands are cold. Like leaves on the branch of a tree ready for her winter nap, they tremble, the color fading from within. They reflect that which is kept inside me, those feelings desperately trying to hide, but regretfully unable to do so. Is it just your absence? Or is it more? Perhaps the insecurity of your own feelings has awakened in my mind the realization of your true thoughts. Is it over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think back, laying down, your face formed perfectly next to mine, as two stones over time would weather the elements, slowly becoming one. The coolness of your hands fill my own with warmth, as you slowly take them in yours, placing them across my chest. The warmth floods my body, like resting in a pool of shallow water in the heat of the day, soaking up the sun, the ripples caressing me. Your heart sounds in my ear, a melody, persistent and soothing , a lullaby that puts me to sleep. Yet it awakens me before long, realizing that this reality is more peaceful than the pacifying sleep which sought to separate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awake now, I long for that sleep. It’s no longer a wool-blanket pressure from your body on mine, protecting from the chill of solitude, but a cold stone on bare skin, rubbing and irritating, weighing down and shortening my breath. I try to move, but it holds me back, slowly crushing, daring me to attempt going on alone. But I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again I dream of the freedom that your presence brings. I reach the peak of a mountain, with the world in view, and the awe-inspiring beauty fills my soul. So it is having you nestled next to me. Your voice enchants as I try to hang on your every word but find myself being hypnotized, listening without hearing. I find myself gazing into those eyes, liquid blue mirrors, the only ones which are able to pierce my exterior, reflecting my calm interior. You no longer speak. Your lips stop for a small moment, at first confused. But soon a contagious smile escapes from those lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m lost. No longer in your smile, but in the darkness that has crept over me. I wait for the light that I know will come. Maybe I’m not the leaf, but the tree. The tree that longs for the spring, longs for new growth, longs for her sleep to end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-3288905033425324449?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3288905033425324449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=3288905033425324449' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/3288905033425324449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/3288905033425324449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2009/02/absense.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-2238027093374687437</id><published>2009-02-18T22:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:17:25.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;Ok, here's what's going down. I have discovered that I really like writing. We had this assignment in English to write about whatever we want and to make sure and be very descriptive. I wrote something that, in my own opinion, was quite good. I decided that I want to write more. I wrote something else tonight. But I want to get opinions. So I was thinking I would post my writings to get opinions. I need critics. I'm hoping I will get a good number of people to critique my stuff. So post a comment to this if you would comment on my writings. And if enough people comment on this (i'm think like 5 people, that's all i need for now) then I'll start posting stuff. And if you could tell friends to then post on the stuff I put up, I'll finally use the web domain that I bought and make a whole site to what I write. So please comment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-2238027093374687437?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2238027093374687437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=2238027093374687437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/2238027093374687437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/2238027093374687437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-heres-whats-going-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-4190454479892484601</id><published>2009-01-15T22:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:12:36.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, the strangest thing happened to me today. I was walking down the hall at school, and out of nowhere this complete stranger comes up and starts walking beside me. He says, "Isn't it great to be in a drug free school." I really didn't know what to say in response. He continued, "But where are all the free drugs?!" He laughed pretty good at his own joke. I was laughing mainly because I didn't know what to make of the whole situation. He then kept talking saying how he wants to talk with the vice president of UVU to see if we can tazer people who where BYU apparel. He also thinks we should be able to tazer people who don't where green on Wednesdays(I didn't even know we were supposed to). This guy kept me entertained for awhile until we eventually had to go our seperate ways. I've been laughing about that the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table class="rightNavigation" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-4190454479892484601?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4190454479892484601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=4190454479892484601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/4190454479892484601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/4190454479892484601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-strangest-thing-happened-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-9148807359124128867</id><published>2008-12-30T18:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:29:32.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;You want to know what's frustrating? So, I just moved into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;an apartment yesterday. The first thing that caught my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;attention was how filthy the place was. The sink was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;overflowing with dishes, the counter and table were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;also both filled with dirty dishes and also all sorts of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;trash. When no one was doing anything about it I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;decided today that I would take the initiative to clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;the place up a bit. So I started to to dishes and when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;finished there I clean of the who counter and table &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;completely. The whole time I was doing this, my room-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;mate sat at his computer doing who knows what. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;finally went to go shower and not too long after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;the maintenance guys showed up. One saw me cleaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;and told me not to worry about it. Tomorrow there will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;be cleaning ladies coming in doing everything. Ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I was pretty frustrated, but oh well. At least tonight the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;apartment won't be such a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-9148807359124128867?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/9148807359124128867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=9148807359124128867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/9148807359124128867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/9148807359124128867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-want-to-know-whats-frustrating-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-7128307104175826195</id><published>2008-12-11T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:42:21.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I don't know what do to anymore.... So I just figured out that I still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;can go down to SUU. But I don't know if I should. Would if be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;worth it? Should I just stay here and continue on the path I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;on. Am I even on a path?! What should I do?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-7128307104175826195?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7128307104175826195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=7128307104175826195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/7128307104175826195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/7128307104175826195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-know-what-do-to-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-1214894987307518654</id><published>2008-12-07T09:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:51:53.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day that will live in infamy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;Three years ago today I walked into the MTC. I unpacked my stuff, met my companion Elder Gemar from Shelly, Idaho, and started learning Spanish. It's hard to believe how fast time flies. If you would have asked me a year ago if I had the chance to do it all again, would I? I would have have told you no, probably not. But now, looking back on everything, I would do it all again without question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-1214894987307518654?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1214894987307518654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=1214894987307518654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1214894987307518654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1214894987307518654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-that-will-live-in-infamy.html' title='A day that will live in infamy...'/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-5960298468043473240</id><published>2008-12-04T21:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:37:26.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;For anyone who wanted me to stay here and continue my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;education at UVU, you have gotten your wish. It looks like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I'm not good enough, yet, for SUU so I will stay here for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;time being. If anyone knows of a cheap apartment for rent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;somewhere, please let me know. I'm in dire need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I kind of feel like this dog. Stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/STiv7WUiESI/AAAAAAAAAJE/afGnx5oQeAU/s200/funny_dog_stuck_in_tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276160397603377442" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-5960298468043473240?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5960298468043473240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=5960298468043473240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/5960298468043473240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/5960298468043473240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-anyone-who-wanted-me-to-stay-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/STiv7WUiESI/AAAAAAAAAJE/afGnx5oQeAU/s72-c/funny_dog_stuck_in_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-8814317410044679466</id><published>2008-12-03T20:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:52:36.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Alright, I'm just going to get this out. I have three sisters, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;brothers. I grew up having to play with barbies instead of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;GI joes like most boys. I never played army or cowboys and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;indians but house. I was heard them while they talked about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;their dream guys and watched them swoon over boys on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I'm not saying that I hated growing up with only sisters. On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;the contrary. I think I'm more of a man today because of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;what my not only my mother and sisters did, but also how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;my father expected me to treat them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I grew up to be the man that they taught me to be, someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;who's considerate, who's a gentleman, who not only opens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;the at the theater but also your car door to let you in, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;also to let you out while offering a hand to help you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;But here's the problem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;All these girls (note I use girls, not women) watch these movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;and tv shows and these guys are so romantic and sweet, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;when it happens in real life the guy is coming on too strong, it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;too weird or corny, etc. First of all, remember movies aren't real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Of course the guys in them will be perfect. And then there's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;guys like me who always try to be a gentleman, nice, sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;romantic, etc. and these girls think we're weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;It really gets annoying. So for any girl who might complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;about the right guy not being out there, stop wishing for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;your life to be a "chick flick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-8814317410044679466?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8814317410044679466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=8814317410044679466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/8814317410044679466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/8814317410044679466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/alright-im-just-going-to-get-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-8689959419280277374</id><published>2008-12-01T22:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:58:47.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uk.cainer.com/gifs/cartoons/cartoon130608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 309px;" src="http://uk.cainer.com/gifs/cartoons/cartoon130608.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;As I start to see the lights popping up on houses and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;trees visible through living room windows I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;thinking about a lot of things. I'm sad to say that I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;looking forward to Christmas like I hoped I would. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;main thing that comes to mind is the fact that I wish I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;had a significant other to be able to spoil. And as I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;been thinking about that and the rotten luck I've had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;with the opposite sex in this year that I've been back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;home I've realized something. Now, I've never been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;superstitious. I let black cats cross my path all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I can't begin to tell you how many ladders I've walked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;under. And tonight it dawned on me that maybe I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;be a little more superstitious. That would explain my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;bad luck. Mainly I think about all the emails I received&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;oh so long ago that said "Send this to at least 10 people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;or you will have bad luck in love." That explains it. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;guess from now on I will have to start forwarding emails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;and maybe my luck will turn around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-8689959419280277374?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8689959419280277374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=8689959419280277374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/8689959419280277374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/8689959419280277374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-i-start-to-see-lights-popping-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-6894807746563128166</id><published>2008-11-28T23:04:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:47:00.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I think this has been the best Thanksgiving ever. Everything just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;seemed to go right.  We spent Thanksgiving Day at Aunt Chris's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Of course, we ate first and during that ordeal Alex and I were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;chosen to be the team captains. After dinner we chose teams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;and headed to the park for the annual Turkey Bowl (my favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;part :)) I am happy to say that, this being my first Thanksgiving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;back, I was able to reclaim my title. We won 3-2. And today I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;paying for it. I now realize how out of shape I really am. After the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;game we headed back to Chris's for pie and a little program. That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;evening Cyd and I went and saw Four Christmases (it was ok). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Today, surprisingly enough, I did a little shopping with my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;We had to run to Costco to get some things for my grandmother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;and while I was there I bought myself a camera (see previous blog). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;In the evening we made our way over to Aunt Michelle's where we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;had hamburgers and hot dogs, and then we played some charades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;And of course, my team won ;) Then we just all mingled. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;eventually made my way over to the piano, played a bit, then Todd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;joined me and we discussed what we are going to do to start being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;able to really compose our own pieces. I might be thinking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;a music major, who knows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Just the whole feeling was great. This might sound corny, but just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;the warmth and love that was present was different than past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;years. It was a lot stronger this time. I am very glad I decided to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;make the trip down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/STM-jLGDEQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iXR_VSTQAUc/s200/IMGP1121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274628362575483138" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/STNAVL5qRuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jgRaNDmd7NQ/s200/DSCN0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274630321297049314" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/STM95P_mdTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/biIrJlIzSto/s200/IMGP1124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274627642336113970" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-6894807746563128166?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6894807746563128166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=6894807746563128166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/6894807746563128166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/6894807746563128166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-this-has-been-best-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/STM-jLGDEQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iXR_VSTQAUc/s72-c/IMGP1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-7162587713024958290</id><published>2008-11-28T15:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:49:40.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20080806/S560_BL_front34r_lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20080806/S560_BL_front34r_lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;It's funny how I was saying I don't like to spend money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;but then in this trip I've taken I've spent quite a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;But I blame my parents for encouraging me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I am stoked to have a good camera though. Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I can start putting more of my own pictures on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-7162587713024958290?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7162587713024958290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=7162587713024958290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/7162587713024958290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/7162587713024958290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-funny-how-i-was-saying-i-dont-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-4048332088134987858</id><published>2008-11-27T10:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:34:55.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I have a hard time spending money on myself. I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;buy stuff for other people till the cows come home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;but when it's for me, even if it's something I need, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;so hard to do. But, I finally got passed that weakness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;last night and bought myself a nice coat! I've been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;wanting one that is classy so I have something nice to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;wear on a date this winter other than my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;snowboarding jacket. I looked forever and never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;thought I'd find the nicest one at Old Navy. I look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;forward to wearing it soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SS7Ze1KMViI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8WNWXnt3Bjc/s320/on612046-01p01v01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391337386563106" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-4048332088134987858?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4048332088134987858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=4048332088134987858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/4048332088134987858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/4048332088134987858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-hard-time-spending-money-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SS7Ze1KMViI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8WNWXnt3Bjc/s72-c/on612046-01p01v01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-6659246976270692264</id><published>2008-11-22T19:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:49:33.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myspacelayouts.org/layout_images/large.1390.thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.myspacelayouts.org/layout_images/large.1390.thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For anyone who saw the U of U-BYU game, I think we can all agree the Utes deserved that win. Brian Johnson came out ready to play, whereas Max Hall... not so much. 12-0! Now we just have to see where we go for our bowl game. Go Utes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-6659246976270692264?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6659246976270692264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=6659246976270692264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/6659246976270692264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/6659246976270692264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-anyone-who-saw-u-of-u-byu-game-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-1686937139320480916</id><published>2008-11-20T19:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:48:45.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was thinking the other night as I came to the end of "The Count of Monte Cristo" about how I hate finishing books, at least that is if I really enjoyed them. I have read a lot of good books and when I come to the end I get sad because I don't want it to finish! I want it to keep going. But what can you do? Move on, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm confused on what I should read next. I went to the library and browsed around, but I couldn't find anything. All the good books I've read I've found mainly because someone has told me about it. Or at least about the author. So that's what I'm looking for now. What should I read now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.menupages.com/sanfrancisco/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 566px; height: 848px;" src="http://blogs.menupages.com/sanfrancisco/question-mark.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-1686937139320480916?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1686937139320480916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=1686937139320480916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1686937139320480916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1686937139320480916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-thinking-other-night-as-i-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-3856284177710073766</id><published>2008-11-14T21:20:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:43:55.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SR5OS87kzfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dzCd9RYLju0/s1600-h/count+of+monte+cristo+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SR5OS87kzfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dzCd9RYLju0/s400/count+of+monte+cristo+pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268734701570674162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I used to be, and am trying again to be, an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;avid reader. There are so many things I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;love about books. I love stretching my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;imagination and putting things together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;in my mind, something that you can't really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;do through watching movies. I am reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;for the second time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Count of Monte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap; "&gt; and I think have come to the conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;that it is my favorite book. Many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;have seen the movie and loved it. But like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;most movies derived from books, the book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;is 100 times better. In this case, the movie does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;not give the book and justice whatsoever. I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;the vast variety of characters who all seem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;random at first, but all have their purpose in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;end. The detail that is used to describe every thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;that is happening is amazing. It's so deep and intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;And not only is it just fun to read how everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;plays out, there are also many profound lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I highly recommend this book to everyone. It contains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;everything that can attract anyone: love, hate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;hope, despair, justice, mercy, and everything else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;in between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-3856284177710073766?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3856284177710073766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=3856284177710073766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/3856284177710073766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/3856284177710073766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-used-to-be-and-am-trying-again-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SR5OS87kzfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dzCd9RYLju0/s72-c/count+of+monte+cristo+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-1229207116853658333</id><published>2008-11-09T20:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:41:35.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d99/magdalenofcool1/FarSide-JustNotReachingThatGuy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 441px; height: 400px;" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d99/magdalenofcool1/FarSide-JustNotReachingThatGuy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I had a successful last week at Mangosteen Tools. Normally I put in around 70-75 hours in two weeks, and this last week alone I had 71 hours. So I'll be receiving a big ol' check :) And tomorrow I'll be starting at Emergency Essentials.... again. Hopefully I'll like it more than I did the last time I worked there. I have high hopes. And then I'll have money to head down to SUU!!! Yes, I pretty much got accepted. I haven't gotten a letter yet, but I'm pretty sure it's going to happen. Unless someone can give me a good reason to stay ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-1229207116853658333?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1229207116853658333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=1229207116853658333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1229207116853658333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1229207116853658333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-i-think-i-had-successful-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-1525920742343420874</id><published>2008-11-08T16:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:54:47.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, for my work we've has this convention here on salt lake. I'm just chillin on break right now bored as can be so I just thought I would blog something random. I tried googling a pictur to put up but I realizedi am  I cant't apply it since I am doing this from am iPod. So to who ever reads this, I hope you're day is going better than mine. And if not comment and we can wallow together :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-1525920742343420874?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1525920742343420874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=1525920742343420874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1525920742343420874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1525920742343420874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-for-my-work-weve-has-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-6656956604336994412</id><published>2008-11-05T07:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:10:37.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SRGo5QDELxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DJV2yo3vdlc/s1600-h/388206039_5bc856a841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 51px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SRGo5QDELxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DJV2yo3vdlc/s400/388206039_5bc856a841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265175140886654738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I finally did it. I quit my job! I'm free! I will be finishing out the week and then starting Monday and Emergency Essentials. I swear, I go through more jobs than anyone I know. In the last 10 months I've had 4 different jobs. And the one I'm moving to now will only last 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-6656956604336994412?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6656956604336994412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=6656956604336994412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/6656956604336994412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/6656956604336994412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-i-finally-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SRGo5QDELxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DJV2yo3vdlc/s72-c/388206039_5bc856a841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-6135949594286188607</id><published>2008-11-04T08:22:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:00:35.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SRBp8wmwjiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RDuf_yJ7PaQ/s1600-h/vote-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SRBp8wmwjiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RDuf_yJ7PaQ/s320/vote-pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264824456956644898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;The time has come once again where us Americans practice our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;right to choose who we want to lead our country for the next four &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;years. Sadly enough I went to vote this morning and apparently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;am not registered. I blame the woman at the DMV. She had me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;fill out some information to register but I guess she didn't bother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;to enter it. Oh well. There's always next time. Get out and VOTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-6135949594286188607?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6135949594286188607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=6135949594286188607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/6135949594286188607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/6135949594286188607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-has-come-once-again-where-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SRBp8wmwjiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RDuf_yJ7PaQ/s72-c/vote-pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-7350784118720784306</id><published>2008-11-02T20:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:20:11.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I was actually able to get out last night. I went with Lucas and Landon Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;to Jack and Jills Lanes where we bowled the night away. I actually did a heck of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;a lot better that I thought I would. That 183 score... ya, that was me ;) The sad thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;is that I would have probably broken 200 except for Landon accidentally went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;for me one round through and broke my strike streak. But I did end up getting four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;in a row on my last four shots. I was pretty proud of that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQ5t1buGL7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/bj3QQostrmw/s400/1102080009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264265779184283570" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-7350784118720784306?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7350784118720784306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=7350784118720784306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/7350784118720784306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/7350784118720784306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-actually-able-to-get-out-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQ5t1buGL7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/bj3QQostrmw/s72-c/1102080009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-3923510796080454262</id><published>2008-11-01T16:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:08:45.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQzX3fhEi9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5YXWTrlHlnM/s1600-h/theriddler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263819412842253266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQzX3fhEi9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5YXWTrlHlnM/s400/theriddler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I love dressing up for Halloween. This year I pulled one of my favorite costumes out of the closet. Too bad you can't see the pants though. I'll try and get a better picture later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-3923510796080454262?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3923510796080454262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=3923510796080454262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/3923510796080454262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/3923510796080454262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/anyone-who-knows-me-knows-that-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQzX3fhEi9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5YXWTrlHlnM/s72-c/theriddler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-3091105108151250486</id><published>2008-10-30T09:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:07:13.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>College Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQnMXktIXXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/udkYHicu2C8/s1600-h/Southern-Utah-University-8637614E.png.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQnMXktIXXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/udkYHicu2C8/s400/Southern-Utah-University-8637614E.png.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262962344921161074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yesterday was an exciting day! I first thought it was going to be horribly long when I came to work and no matter what I did or how long I waited the internet didn't want to work. But I ended up getting to leave quite early so I grabbed Cyd and we took a road trip! Since we have both decided to go to SUU we went down to Cedar City and checked some things out. We got some admission things taken care of and looked into housing. We found some nice places that are cheap and will probably be living in the College Way Apts. It was a nice break for both of us. Now we just have to find the money to pay for all this stuff!&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/707215454798515773-3091105108151250486?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3091105108151250486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=3091105108151250486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/3091105108151250486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/3091105108151250486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/10/college-kids.html' title='College Kids'/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQnMXktIXXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/udkYHicu2C8/s72-c/Southern-Utah-University-8637614E.png.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-9220416652774397744</id><published>2008-10-28T09:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:06:05.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another nephew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQcp35II4vI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a2WOvCH66Uc/s1600-h/1027081842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQcp35II4vI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a2WOvCH66Uc/s400/1027081842.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262220729810215666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulations to Paige! She's having another boy. I believe this little guy is 20 weeks along. I know she was hoping for a girl this time, but I keep telling her I'll be the first one to have a girl. So far we're 4 for 4. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-9220416652774397744?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/9220416652774397744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=9220416652774397744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/9220416652774397744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/9220416652774397744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-nephew.html' title='Another nephew!'/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQcp35II4vI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a2WOvCH66Uc/s72-c/1027081842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-5060088761988714521</id><published>2008-10-27T15:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:15:59.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's weird to think that almost to the date I started my last transfer in my mission. It's insane how times flies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQc6aMrorTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/29tNWjLATio/s400/DSC01307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262238911360970034" /&gt;I definitely miss times like these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-5060088761988714521?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5060088761988714521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=5060088761988714521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/5060088761988714521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/5060088761988714521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-weird-to-think-that-almost-to-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQc6aMrorTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/29tNWjLATio/s72-c/DSC01307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-5946288059714869546</id><published>2008-10-25T11:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:52:47.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prnewswire.com/mnr/listerine/28968/images/28968-hi-ang_product_shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.prnewswire.com/mnr/listerine/28968/images/28968-hi-ang_product_shot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I finally decided to whiten my teeth. I was debating which brand to get and I finally chose Listerine, because they have a cute girl for their commercials :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-5946288059714869546?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5946288059714869546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=5946288059714869546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/5946288059714869546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/5946288059714869546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-i-finally-decided-to-whiten-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-2238790869023454114</id><published>2008-10-24T08:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:11:07.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQHkSySdJtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/y-4tKBSKHaQ/s1600-h/1024080839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQHkSySdJtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/y-4tKBSKHaQ/s200/1024080839.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260736851133408978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Cozette aka Cozy aka Chubby Coze. Not only is she the cutest cat, but also one of the nicest, at least to me :) At nights she'll just and my bed, work her way into the sheets and snuggle up beside me. If I sleep too long she's nice enough to wake me up by licking my nose, and she always says goodbye to me before I leave in the morning. I just wish she didn't shed so much. But I love her in spite of that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-2238790869023454114?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2238790869023454114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=2238790869023454114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/2238790869023454114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/2238790869023454114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-cozette-aka-cozy-aka-chubby.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQHkSySdJtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/y-4tKBSKHaQ/s72-c/1024080839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-1136267205091068451</id><published>2008-10-23T14:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:02:53.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQDlJhxZ56I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ovthRJ58aXk/s1600-h/lost-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQDlJhxZ56I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ovthRJ58aXk/s320/lost-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260456316615911330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have recently become addicted to "Lost." I remember a few years ago I actually would laugh at a girl who told me she was addicted to it. I guess I spoke to soon. But since I have a job where I sit at a desk and pretty much do nothing all day I discovered you can watch full episodes at www.abc.com. At times I think "Why the heck am I watching this?" but as many can probably understand, it's addicting.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-1136267205091068451?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1136267205091068451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=1136267205091068451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1136267205091068451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1136267205091068451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-recently-become-addicted-to-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SQDlJhxZ56I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ovthRJ58aXk/s72-c/lost-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-1419508483999585128</id><published>2008-10-22T09:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:51:42.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on the World to Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKnF9CCYQPQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKnF9CCYQPQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-1419508483999585128?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1419508483999585128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=1419508483999585128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1419508483999585128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1419508483999585128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Waiting on the World to Change'/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-1473918832526539341</id><published>2008-10-21T11:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:34:50.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED IDEAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Ok, here's the problem... I own a web domain, kevandavid.com (awesome, huh?), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;but I don't know what to do with it. Should I just make it like a glorified blog? Maybe try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;and get a product to sell? I need ideas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-1473918832526539341?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1473918832526539341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=1473918832526539341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1473918832526539341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1473918832526539341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-ideas.html' title='I NEED IDEAS!!!'/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-7196826581124942122</id><published>2008-10-21T11:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:29:27.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate big decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://permianbasin360.com/media/jpg/FBI2008-08-30-1220073369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://permianbasin360.com/media/jpg/FBI2008-08-30-1220073369.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;Well I have recently been debating whether or not to join the air force. Considering I want to be an FBI agent I thought it would help me to achieve that goal. But my parents convinced me to wait another semester and then decide if I still want to do it. So I will be moving out next semester so I can experience the "college life." Still trying to figure out where I'll go though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="rightNavigation"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.southernthreadworks.com/images/Air%20Force/Air%20Force%20Logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-7196826581124942122?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7196826581124942122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=7196826581124942122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/7196826581124942122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/7196826581124942122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-big-decisions.html' title='I hate big decisions'/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-649845064678232791</id><published>2008-09-11T12:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:45:22.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I decided I'm going to try and blog more since I have plenty of time to do it. I'm working on making a website, so this blog is only temporary. But, I need ideas for the website. What kind of stuff can I put on my personal website? And what should it look like? Let me know!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;table class="rightNavigation" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-649845064678232791?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/649845064678232791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=649845064678232791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/649845064678232791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/649845064678232791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-i-decided-im-going-to-try-and-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-2637023800866189710</id><published>2008-06-19T09:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:53:14.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SFqAb_HEKtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-XtQLkMOVwA/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213620736920660690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SFqAb_HEKtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-XtQLkMOVwA/s320/bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my new bike. It is my new mode of transportation to and from work. And my new attempt at getting into shape once again.  I haven't named her yet, so if you have any suggestions, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="rightNavigation" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-2637023800866189710?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2637023800866189710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=2637023800866189710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/2637023800866189710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/2637023800866189710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-my-new-bike.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SFqAb_HEKtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-XtQLkMOVwA/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-1399215669067337192</id><published>2008-05-19T07:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:00:28.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week I was officially made a managre at Wallaby's, so I got a pay raise. Nice, huh? Also last week we had our last lacrosse game. Sadly enough we lost to Park City in the quarter finals, losing by one point. Murray ended up beating Park City in the champoinship in double over time. I'm glad to say the Grandma is really happy in her new place up in Legacy Retirement Community. We helped her move in Saturday. I also got to get in a good game of golf and tried Tucano's for the first time, which, even thought it was a little pricey, I really enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-1399215669067337192?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1399215669067337192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=1399215669067337192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1399215669067337192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/1399215669067337192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-week-i-was-officially-made-managre.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-8345383151355518413</id><published>2008-05-01T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:55:15.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBqQjMyd9aI/AAAAAAAAADs/HZQgeDrMYRs/s1600-h/IceCreamLanding_Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBqQjMyd9aI/AAAAAAAAADs/HZQgeDrMYRs/s320/IceCreamLanding_Collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195624054528013730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to Sub Zero Ice Cream the other weekend, after hearing incredible things about it. I heard that it was a ton better than Cold Stone. I am here to say that I completely disagree. I'm the kind of guy that like when the ice cream is soft and melts in your mouth, pouring over your taste buds. That's not what I got at Sub Zero. Yes, it is interesting how they make it, but it wasn't at all satisfying to me. I'm going to stick with the old school ice cream, and stick with Cold Stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-8345383151355518413?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8345383151355518413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=8345383151355518413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/8345383151355518413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/8345383151355518413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-went-to-sub-zero-ice-cream-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBqQjMyd9aI/AAAAAAAAADs/HZQgeDrMYRs/s72-c/IceCreamLanding_Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-3997519596388777399</id><published>2008-05-01T21:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:37:13.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I got the job at Wallaby's and start Saturday at 5:00. I will work two weeks as a normal employee and then get bumped up to manager once I learn how things work. I'll keep you posted on how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707215454798515773-3997519596388777399?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3997519596388777399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=3997519596388777399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/3997519596388777399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/3997519596388777399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-i-got-job-at-wallabys-and-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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-707215454798515773.post-3640100107545194396</id><published>2008-04-29T08:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:25:05.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The basics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what's going on. First things first. Work... I just started working more hours at Property&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBc7nsyd9RI/AAAAAAAAACc/FZqOGOpkEZY/s1600-h/orange_header.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194686248418931986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBc7nsyd9RI/AAAAAAAAACc/FZqOGOpkEZY/s200/orange_header.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Solutions. I'm almost full time now. Since I am still working with the Orem Girls Lacrosse team, I can't get in 8 hours, yet. Maybe here in a month or so I will. And hopefully I start working as a manager at the restaurant Wallaby's here soon. I have an interview Wednesday. We'll see how it goes. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194687197606704418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="74" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBc8e8yd9SI/AAAAAAAAACk/LbtP5Ynpbpk/s320/wallabys+logo.gif" width="438" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBc9Nsyd9TI/AAAAAAAAACs/WHbD_EJdmdw/s1600-h/no+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194688000765588786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBc9Nsyd9TI/AAAAAAAAACs/WHbD_EJdmdw/s200/no+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls... No, I am not dating anyone. I have no desire to date anyone. The ones I have gone on dates with since I've been home, the ones I really enjoyed somehow didn't turn out well. So I'm taking time off to enjoy being single, earn some money, and maybe in the summer I'll start the hunt once again. But if anyone knows someone worth dating and wants to hook me up, I'd be willing to give it a shot ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBc9isyd9UI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9NQADrmpuLw/s1600-h/byui-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194688361542841666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBc9isyd9UI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9NQADrmpuLw/s200/byui-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School...As far as school is going, I've decided to go to BYU Idaho next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, that's about it.&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/707215454798515773-3640100107545194396?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3640100107545194396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=3640100107545194396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/3640100107545194396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/3640100107545194396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/04/basics.html' title='The basics...'/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBc7nsyd9RI/AAAAAAAAACc/FZqOGOpkEZY/s72-c/orange_header.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707215454798515773.post-4833796934568143271</id><published>2008-04-28T10:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:19:10.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBib9cyd9YI/AAAAAAAAADU/W_eFeKUFmbE/s1600-h/becca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195073650174064002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBib9cyd9YI/AAAAAAAAADU/W_eFeKUFmbE/s400/becca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBibmMyd9XI/AAAAAAAAADM/h0erS76Oi88/s1600-h/becca.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is Becca Halls. So I thought I would dedicate my first blog to her.&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/707215454798515773-4833796934568143271?l=kevandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4833796934568143271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707215454798515773&amp;postID=4833796934568143271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/4833796934568143271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707215454798515773/posts/default/4833796934568143271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevandavid.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-person.html' title='My favorite person...'/><author><name>Dave Allbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970952753061647977</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8evxubHFNq8/SBib9cyd9YI/AAAAAAAAADU/W_eFeKUFmbE/s72-c/becca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
