<?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-7210998</id><updated>2012-02-08T17:27:58.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lava Locust Rides Again</title><subtitle type='html'>Still setting the world on fire... one blog post at a time...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-2998639650391066332</id><published>2009-09-08T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:46:38.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelfari</title><content type='html'>OMGoodness!!!!  have you been to &lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/"&gt;www.shelfari.com&lt;/a&gt; ?  Tell me! have you?  A friend of mine told me about it today, and i'm already addicted.  Basically you have a book shelf, and you can add books you have read, you can review them and rate them and such.  Then you can add books you plan to read as well as books you are currently reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is.  I love books!  So - this site is totally my dig!  I mean, have you ever read a book, and you gained some masterful insight and wanted to share, discuss, mull over, analyze it with someone else who has, is, or will read the same book?  Have you?  Ok - probably not, but let's pretend it was a movie - then you probably know what I'm talking about...You know, when you can say "Can you believe that happened?, I so wasn't expecting that...and when he said "blah blah blah"  did you have any idea??"    Relating it to a movie - maybe you can see where I'm coming from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm not assuming that none of you read books, and when I say "none of you" , I mean, my one follower and my brother who very rarely check my site, being that my posts were so few and far between these past couple of years...  But I'm back, rambling on and on like before....and maybe, one day - some day, I'll have a comment or two again... lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-2998639650391066332?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/2998639650391066332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=2998639650391066332&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/2998639650391066332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/2998639650391066332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2009/09/shelfari.html' title='Shelfari'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-5644254245143563360</id><published>2009-09-03T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:15:04.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electronic Pencil Sharpener</title><content type='html'>There's just nothing like it.  I mean, I can be sitting at my desk, writing away and notice the tip of my pencil is dull and the lines of my words are not as crisp as I like them, then suddenly out of the corner of my eye - I notice my electronic pencil sharpener.  Right there on my desk!  Convenience! gotta love it.... I insert my dull pencil into it - and Wah Lah! I have my like new pencil back...faithful as always... I can write, draw, sketch, create again.... all becasue I ahve my pencil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know - I'm a little insane, but I truly love pencils!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-5644254245143563360?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/5644254245143563360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=5644254245143563360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/5644254245143563360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/5644254245143563360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2009/09/electronic-pencil-sharpener.html' title='Electronic Pencil Sharpener'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-4337528551633430458</id><published>2009-08-25T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T05:55:08.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Grew Older</title><content type='html'>It was a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;I have almost forgotten my dream.&lt;br /&gt;But it was there then,In front of me,&lt;br /&gt;Bright like a sun--&lt;br /&gt;My dream.&lt;br /&gt;And then the wall rose,&lt;br /&gt;Rose slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly,Between me and my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Rose until it touched the sky--&lt;br /&gt;The wall.&lt;br /&gt;Shadow.&lt;br /&gt;I am black.&lt;br /&gt;I lie down in the shadow.&lt;br /&gt;No longer the light of my dream before me,&lt;br /&gt;Above me.&lt;br /&gt;Only the thick wall.&lt;br /&gt;Only the shadow.&lt;br /&gt;My hands!&lt;br /&gt;My dark hands!&lt;br /&gt;Break through the wall!&lt;br /&gt;Find my dream!&lt;br /&gt;Help me to shatter this darkness,&lt;br /&gt;To smash this night,&lt;br /&gt;To break this shadow&lt;br /&gt;Into a thousand lights of sun,&lt;br /&gt;Into a thousand whirling dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Langston Hughes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-4337528551633430458?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/4337528551633430458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=4337528551633430458&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/4337528551633430458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/4337528551633430458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-i-grew-older.html' title='As I Grew Older'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-8414915976565110994</id><published>2009-08-24T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:52:53.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dream the Impossible Dream</title><content type='html'>I remember going to see the "Man of La Mancha" play when I was a kid, and this one always stuck with me, I decided to look up the lyrics just now - wow, pretty amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream the impossible dream&lt;br /&gt;To fight the unbeatable foe&lt;br /&gt;To bear with unbearable sorrow&lt;br /&gt;To run where the brave dare not go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To right the unrightable wrong&lt;br /&gt;To love pure and chaste from afar&lt;br /&gt;To try when your arms are too weary&lt;br /&gt;To reach the unreachable star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my quest&lt;br /&gt;To follow that star&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hopeless&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fight for the right&lt;br /&gt;Without question or pause&lt;br /&gt;To be willing to march into Hell&lt;br /&gt;For a heavenly cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know if I'll only be true&lt;br /&gt;To this glorious quest&lt;br /&gt;That my heart will lie peaceful and calm&lt;br /&gt;When I'm laid to my rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be better for this&lt;br /&gt;That one man, scorned and covered with scars&lt;br /&gt;Still strove with his last ounce of courage&lt;br /&gt;To reach the unreachable star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-8414915976565110994?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/8414915976565110994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=8414915976565110994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/8414915976565110994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/8414915976565110994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-dream-impossible-dream.html' title='To Dream the Impossible Dream'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-7532779998440932243</id><published>2009-08-20T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:44:05.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Some Reason....</title><content type='html'>I decided to go back through my archives and read some of my old posts. I find it very interesting the thoughts I actually posted out here on the web for the entire world to view and evaluate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I have the desire to do it again! I have missed my blog,a nd all my blogger friends, I'm sure I've lost most of you, but I intend to hunt you down one by one and win you all back over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch - you'll be hooked again before you know it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-7532779998440932243?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/7532779998440932243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=7532779998440932243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/7532779998440932243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/7532779998440932243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-some-reason.html' title='For Some Reason....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-7760117419577012171</id><published>2009-06-03T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:50:00.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Blogging is something I miss very much; however, findig the time to do it is a difficult task.  One would think that no longer putting in 10 to 30 hours a week into school, that I would have tons and tons of spare time on my hands.  I don't.  I'm trying to figure out where that time went.  Of course, I've been playing catch up - at work and everywhere else in my life - so, maybe I should give it a couple more weeks, and things will settle down a bit.  Time will tell.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-7760117419577012171?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/7760117419577012171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=7760117419577012171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/7760117419577012171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/7760117419577012171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-464098157223750260</id><published>2009-01-16T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:05:24.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein's Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I get an "Einstein Quote of the day" on my google home page, and today it was "When I was young, I found out that the big toe always ends up making a hole in a sock. So I stopped wearing socks."  I was thinking that doesn't seem very Einsteinish, but then I thought - yuck, he must have not clipped his toe nails...that's the only way I can think of that your big toe would make holes.  Did they not have toe nail clippers back then? I wonder.... Things that make you go hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-464098157223750260?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/464098157223750260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=464098157223750260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/464098157223750260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/464098157223750260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2009/01/einsteins-quote-of-day.html' title='Einstein&apos;s Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-3581550277632337065</id><published>2009-01-14T05:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:34:30.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Council</title><content type='html'>I have been debating over the past few months whether or not to run for City Council in Sanger.  It's a hard decision.  It is a 2 year committment; however, it is only 2 nights a month.  The thing is, I would totally ahte to run and lose, but is that really a reason to not try?  No, Samantha, it's not!  On the other hand, I keep asking myself - why do I really want to run?  I've come up with several reasons:  I love that community, Sanger is definitely where my heart is, I've been a part of it for so long that I would love to have the opportunity to be involved in it's future, I would liek to try to make a difference, and I think I would enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand (how many hands do I have?) - I would like to work in Sanger again some day, and I would have to wait at least a year after serving on Council to be able to do that, but I can't see myself going back there within the next three years anyway... so what's the problem? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - I'll keep praying about it.  I gotta decide soon though - it's almost time to pick up those election packets!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-3581550277632337065?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/3581550277632337065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=3581550277632337065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/3581550277632337065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/3581550277632337065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2009/01/city-council.html' title='City Council'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-1502490594214618755</id><published>2009-01-13T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:56:49.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I realized  - I'm a liar!!</title><content type='html'>Why is it that we go through life making resolutions, and never stick to em? I mean I've made a lot of promises to myself, and I find over and over and over again that I break them. I'm better at keeping my promises to other people than I am keeping the ones i make to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know - the Bible says not to trust anyone, not to even trust yourself. I guess that's why - cuz my goodnes - I lie to myself all the time!! I always say stuff like "I will never do (fill in the blank) again" or "As of right now I'm going to start (fill in the blank)" - But do I? No! What a liar!! I wonder how much further I would be in life, happier I would be, thinner or whatever I would be if I had kept all those promises that I had made over the years. It's definitely something to ponder. Maybe I should start keeping record of those promises and trying to keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-1502490594214618755?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/1502490594214618755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=1502490594214618755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/1502490594214618755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/1502490594214618755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-realized-im-liar.html' title='I realized  - I&apos;m a liar!!'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-8839633821595450771</id><published>2008-12-31T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:34:41.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't last long, did it?</title><content type='html'>I just happened to think about my long lost blog, and thought I'd look it up!   I noticed that my last effort at a "come back" didn't last long at all.  I realized today though that I have a lot to say.  And alot of what I have to say - no one really cares about - so  I need a place.... So I'm making this my place again.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon!  Been missing you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-8839633821595450771?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/8839633821595450771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=8839633821595450771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/8839633821595450771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/8839633821595450771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2008/12/didnt-last-long-did-it.html' title='Didn&apos;t last long, did it?'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-9012738023957132172</id><published>2007-08-13T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:44:03.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stuff</title><content type='html'>I start school in two weeks. I'm a bit nervous. I'm taking some really tough classes. I'm taking Properties/Behaviours of Soil, Soil Mechanics, Spanish 2, Mechanics of Materials 2, and Structural Analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I chose the engineering field. It's quite difiicult, but then again, it seems I'm not happy without a challenge. Well - wish me luck - I'm gonna need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed this whole blogging thing. I feel like I've found an old friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another interesting tid bit.  I was quoted in the newspaper last week.  They quoted me incorrectly.  I called and discussed it with the editor.  They offered to print a retraction.  I said it was okay, but if anything comes of it, they will print one later.  Interesting huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-9012738023957132172?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/9012738023957132172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=9012738023957132172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/9012738023957132172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/9012738023957132172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-stuff.html' title='Just stuff'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-2404497831560954888</id><published>2007-08-10T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:01:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the New Guy</title><content type='html'>Although the new Boss started last Monday, we had a scheduled meeting for 10:30 this morning.  Of course, Monday morning, before 8:00 a.m. I went in and sat my butt down in his office and bombarded him loads of questions, ideas, concerns, terrorist attack strategies, disaster relief efforts, and gossip. Just Kidding - but I was in there early Monday morning.  We've been at several meeting together this week, and had no less than 5 one on one meetings regarding various issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other girls in the office were nervous about their one on one scheduled meetings with him.  Not me, in fact, I went in, propped my feet up on the desk and said "sup?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me what an asset I was, and I nodded in agreement, told him how perceptive he was, we had some laughs - slapped each other a high five  - both said "later" and I went back to work. &lt;br /&gt;Just kidding - it so didn't go like that.  For real, it went good, he's a great guy and i'm looking forward to working with him.  Should be intersting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-2404497831560954888?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/2404497831560954888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=2404497831560954888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/2404497831560954888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/2404497831560954888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2007/08/meet-new-guy.html' title='Meet the New Guy'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-5991615052994825573</id><published>2007-08-09T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:55:02.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist</title><content type='html'>I went to the Dentist yesterday and got my teeth cleaned.  I always find it interesting sitting in that chair with four hands in my mouth.  They always give me a pair of glasses to put on  - you know for the overspray or flying plaque or whatever. Yesterday they were sunglasses - at least I get to look cool while I'm lying there.&lt;br /&gt; I have a great dentist though - and he alwyas has these in-depth conversations with the hygienest. The cool thing is, he always adresses me first and prefaces his conversations, fills me in on all the pre-details - then has his conversation with her.  Isn't that nice? - he wants me to fill included while I'm lying there mouth stretched open, a water hose, vacuum, mirror and pick axe all forced inside.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, they discussed global warming.  It sucked, because I had lots of questions, but since he had his entire tool box in my mouth it was impossible to ask any of them.  I was thinking about it - and it must be great to be him.  You can project all of your opinions and beliefs on some innocent unknowing victim and they can't say a thing about it for fear of getting their tongue chopped off with the pick axe and then sucked down a vacuum hose.&lt;br /&gt;He further discussed his programmable thermostat at home, he prefaced that as well - he has had it for several years and has never touched it aside from moving it from heat to cool and vice-versa; however, Monday morning it was really hot and the temperature was not at all what it was programmed to be.  He had no clue how to fix it and was getting instructions from the hygienest on how to program it.  The information she was giving him was completely wrong, and I so wanted to interject and correct just a few wayward instructions, but to my dismay it came out as "ahhaahh ya rahl ooh i oah arr".  He raised an eyebrow, and nodded in agreement as if he completely understood and continued accepting the highly inaccurate instruction. What could I do? I bet he's still hot.&lt;br /&gt;In all, it was a good visit, and my teeth are silky smooth - I keep running my tongue over them, bad things is I've had a few people think I was hitting on them!  JUST KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;By the way - what does quixotic mean? I'm off to look it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-5991615052994825573?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/5991615052994825573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=5991615052994825573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/5991615052994825573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/5991615052994825573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2007/08/dentist.html' title='The Dentist'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-116948527051476379</id><published>2007-01-22T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T09:01:10.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outlet</title><content type='html'>I was thinking last week that I have so many thoughts to share - problem is, I'm too busy to share them with anyone - and by the time I get done with my day - I'm too tired to talk anyway.  Then I remembered my long lost friend...blogger.  I decided to pull him up and see if he'd still listen, and here he is, just as I left him - waiting patiently for my return! So - I'm gonna try to see how this blogging thing goes - try to update best i can...so check back and if you don't see me in a day or too - most likely this sudden urge to blog left me once again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway  - I started school last week - I'm taking Linear Algebra and Differential Equations and Stochastic Models for Engineers.  I'm totally loving the stochastic models class!  It's mostly probability and statistics.  We're doing probabilty first - it's a load of fun! Now the linear algebra - that's gonna be work!! But I'm up for the challenge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - i gotta get back to work right now - but I'll try to be back soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-116948527051476379?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/116948527051476379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=116948527051476379&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/116948527051476379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/116948527051476379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2007/01/outlet.html' title='Outlet'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-116117815492251406</id><published>2006-10-18T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T06:29:14.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmph....</title><content type='html'>I decided I should blog today - but I really don't have much to say.  Normally once I start writing, I can go on and on and on.... so let's see if anything comes to me. Well - I waited a few minutes and absolutely nothing...a blank mind, well I have to be honest, it wasn't really blank - there were a whole lot of unintersting things that popped into my head - stuff ya'll don't really wanta read about I'm sure - so I'll say bye for now and try to be more creative next time! later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-116117815492251406?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/116117815492251406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=116117815492251406&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/116117815492251406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/116117815492251406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmph.html' title='Hmph....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-115808379617285248</id><published>2006-09-12T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T10:56:36.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't been her ein Like 42 years</title><content type='html'>I wonder how long they leave these blogs up if you just never go back to them.  You would think after so many days, weeks, months, years of not posting or even signing in that eventually some blogger police people would come wipe out your site.  I got a message on my myspace not too long ago about them deleting old accounts.  I wonder if they do that here.  Wel, if they do, I bet I was about to be next - good thing I got here in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - what's new with me you ask - ok, so you dint' ask - but that's cuz you didn't know where to find me I'm sure.   I recently moved back to the wo derfully small town of Sanger.  And I have to say - Sanger really is someplace special (city slogan btw)  - Where else can you walk to work, and on the way up that 3 block stretch have four or five people offer you a ride?  Where else can you go to the grocery store and catch up on everything that happened in the whole City and the surrounding City's.  Where else can you go put gas in your car, get a cappaccino, some fishing supplies, cedar for your flower garden, and a home made hamburger all in one store? Sanger, Texas - I think that's about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - school has started back, I'm starting in slow - only taking a class, but plan to be back full time next semester - I'm sure I'll have lots more to share with you - and I will try to be back in less than 42 years this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-115808379617285248?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/115808379617285248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=115808379617285248&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/115808379617285248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/115808379617285248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-havent-been-her-ein-like-42-years.html' title='I haven&apos;t been her ein Like 42 years'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-114079524595952778</id><published>2006-02-24T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T07:34:05.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!</title><content type='html'>Yep - Thank God it's Friday!  It's been a week all right - but a good one, quite productive....I got an A on my Spanish Test - woo hoo! and I got a 72 on my Calculus III test - woo hoo to that one too! On the Cal test -the class average was a 70 (there are only 9 of us) - so, I did above average - how exciting is that?  Plus -the instructor is giving us opportunity for extra credit, which of course I did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - How's your week? Hope your Friday is good!!  Take care now ya hear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-114079524595952778?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/114079524595952778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=114079524595952778&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/114079524595952778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/114079524595952778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2006/02/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-114002463611446569</id><published>2006-02-15T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:30:36.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola! Que Pasa!</title><content type='html'>I am taking a spanish class, and I, in fact, love it!  It's not often that I find myself in a class I really enjoy.  This Civil engineering business is a lot of hard work, so much math, and physics, and chemistry and more math, I can't say that stuff is what I would call "fun".....but spanish actually is.  I love my instructor, I love my classmates, and I love the material.  I have so much fun in there.  I took my first test Monday night, I'll let youknow how I did...hopefully I'll know tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also taking calculus and chemistry, both very hard and not so much fun as Spanish,I need prayers for both of these.....muchas muchas prayers....hmmm, I wonder how you say prayers in Spanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-114002463611446569?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/114002463611446569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=114002463611446569&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/114002463611446569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/114002463611446569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2006/02/hola-que-pasa.html' title='Hola! Que Pasa!'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113900790676717064</id><published>2006-02-03T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:09:42.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiden</title><content type='html'>Aiden is my amazing nephew. He is about 6 weeks old. I'm sure most of you ahve heard about him, being that you all read my mothers and brothers blogs. Anyway - he has his own blog - a photo blog at &lt;a href="http://www.aidensblogplace.blogspot.com"&gt;www.aidensblogplace.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; - go check it out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113900790676717064?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113900790676717064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113900790676717064&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113900790676717064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113900790676717064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2006/02/aiden.html' title='Aiden'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113866420572898943</id><published>2006-01-30T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:40:22.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Since I posted, and my mama wants more details of my life. I'm sorry I am such a slow blogger, but everything else has squeezed the blogility out of me. You like that word? blogility...I just made it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - let's see - school has started back, I am working 10 hours on MWF - no lunch break, and I am going to school all day Tuesday and Thursday - I have lots and lots of homework, so studying has ti be fit in somewhere, plus work ins an hour commute one way. I also listen to vocabulary for my Spanish class in my car - that's how I get my lab time in. I volunteer on Sunday morning, and if I stay and help teach guitar, I am there till 2:00 p.m. (which I have skipped a bit lately - sorry mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO - my free time is spent trying to catch up on studying, and trying to maintain a bit of a social life (which, let's admit, really, I probably give too much priority).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm horrid about putting off studying when people call and say "hey, let's go eat" - I'm like - "a girl's gotta eat - right" so off I go - thinking I can be back in an hour, when I look at the clock 4 hours later - and my favorite TV show is coming on in like 1 hour - what I'm supposed to do - I don't panic - I know that I can get my stuff ready and get a few math problems done in the next 45 minutes or so, then after my show, If I stay up till midnight, I still get in 5 hours of sleep - 5 and half if I hit snooze a few times....I can get a few more in then, I get 2, count them, 2...fifteen minute breaks at work, so I can get a problem done on each of those - okay - that's 15 out of 25.....hmmmm, there are potty breaks, time when stuck in traffic, and possibly I could multi-task and do a math problem at my desk while talking to a customer about zoning -(it's been done!) that's 18 to 20, depending on how much traffic I hit.....I get home, and a friend calls....but I got 5 more to do, and yet - they don't have to be done till tomorrow.....hmmm, I can get one done before I go, and a couple before bed, get up early - do one more, manage enough time in my first class to get one done - my second class there's just no way, ERRRRKKKK, put the breaks on - reverse! reverse! back to morning, must do two problems before school - meaning - at least one hour earlier for the alarm....hmmm, am I really all that hungry? should I go to dinner? You know I will. I always do......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113866420572898943?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113866420572898943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113866420572898943&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113866420572898943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113866420572898943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113708045402948725</id><published>2006-01-12T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T07:52:43.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll post more pictures soon - this was a lot slower process than I imagined!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/432/1600/RomeNaples%20118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/432/320/RomeNaples%20118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roman Pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/432/1600/RomeNaples%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/432/320/RomeNaples%20089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Colesium of Rome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/432/1600/RomeNaples%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/432/320/RomeNaples%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside McDonalds in Rome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/432/1600/RomeNaples%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/432/320/RomeNaples%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MsThang in front of "Porta de Magica" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7210998-113708045402948725?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113708045402948725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113708045402948725&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113708045402948725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113708045402948725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2006/01/italy-pictures.html' title='Italy Pictures'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113700921700238311</id><published>2006-01-11T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:53:37.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy cont'd</title><content type='html'>A whole lot of the adventures of my Italy trip have been outlined very nicely on &lt;a href="www.reflectionsitaly.com"&gt;MsThang's &lt;/a&gt;site...please visit her for some of the other details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing she didn't mention, when we went back to Rome ot see the Vatican City - we had a hard time finding the place at first,m then decided to stop and eat.  We went to this little Pizzeria.  I had this mushroom pizza and she had this pizza with tons of peppers on it - like red and yellow bell peppers - I'mnot sure what they are actually called. Anyway, that's not really part of the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I got a Coca Cola light (Diet Coke) in a can, and poured part of it in this little plastic cup. We were sitting and talking and having a jolly old time, this really old, really poor looking lady comes in, and walks to the counter behind us. I didn't notice her much, just noticed she had on a really dirty light blue coat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I look down, and I see this really dirty fingernail attached to this really old dirty wrinkled hand, and then I saw the blue coat that wrapped her arm, the hand was reaching slowly in front of me.  I looked to my right, and there she stood.  The lady in blue.  She said somehting in a low husky voice - Italian, I'm sure - I couldn't make it out.  As she reached for my small plastic cup.  I stared in shock, mouth half open  - eyebrows raised.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from behind an almost shout "No!", it shook me out of my daze - and I turned further to the right and saw the clerk coming toward her - reaching out to stop her drinking my Coca Cola light.  I said "It's okay" as she perched her lips on my glass, and drank like she had been walking in the desert for days, no stopping to take a breath, or evn to swallow, she tilted her head back, and continued tilting till it was gone....then she licked the last drop out of the cup (ok, no she didn't, I added the lickign part) she sat the cup back down, never looking at me, and turned and slowly walked out the door - she was gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tuirned to look at MsThang - we stared at each other for a brief second, then both busted out in laughter.  We wondered what the lady had said, and why she was so thirsty - we made up fun stories - coure we'll never know what her story was.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113700921700238311?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113700921700238311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113700921700238311&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113700921700238311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113700921700238311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2006/01/italy-contd.html' title='Italy cont&apos;d'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113692671294256923</id><published>2006-01-10T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T12:58:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy</title><content type='html'>I went to Italy to visit &lt;a href="http://reflectionsitaly.com"&gt;MsThang&lt;/a&gt; - we had a great time.  I just got home last night. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've never been out of the United States before, this was my first trip and I had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First - we spent three days in Rome - it was rainy, and we walked our tails off - but it was historical and beautiful, and just all around amazing.  We saw the Collesium, and some churches, statutes, old buildings, tons of cars - that new little smart car was all over the place - I loved that thing - everytime I saw one it made me laugh - it looks like a toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took one creepy cab ride - the driver kept looking at MsThangs legs the whole time, he wouldn't watch the road at all.  We were both glad to get outta there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a train from Rome to Naples - my first train ride.  It was nice, the scenery was beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the week in Gricignano (I don't know if that's how you spell it - I'm guessing) on the Navy base.  but went out into the City in the evenings.  We went through Sorrento, to Positano, which was by far my favorite - it was beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.fortunecity.com/littleitaly/amalfi/84/#"&gt;http://www.fortunecity.com/littleitaly/amalfi/84/#&lt;/a&gt;  check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate in a wonderful restaurant there, I had some kind of potato dumplings in a tomato sauce, followed by grilled sausage, we started out with bruschetta, and these fried potato and cheese things - I believe they were called croquette di patati.&lt;br /&gt;It was all very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lots more to tell - I'll be back soon to fill you in on the rest.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113692671294256923?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113692671294256923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113692671294256923&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113692671294256923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113692671294256923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2006/01/italy.html' title='Italy'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113440047259815051</id><published>2005-12-12T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T07:18:04.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Done Gone</title><content type='html'>The book, "Wind Done Gone", is the diary entries of a black woman.  Throughout, you find out she is actually half black and half white.  Born into slavery, she is sold away from her family at the age of 13.  The diary takes you through her slave days and into freedom and leads up to her marrying a rich white man, but then leaving him for a black congressman.  I'm not recommending the book, it's a slow read, and some moral issues I find surprising and plainly distasteful; however, the book has invoked some very deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States is a young country, and we have come a long way.  Still learning and growing though.  But I think of these days, and wonder how few generations I would need to go back to find my ancestors enslaved.  I don't think of myself as black or white or any race for that matter, I think of myself as Samantha.  Color is of no distraction to me, but listening to this book, and hearing this lady's story  - I had to consider it.  She was like me - black and white - but a slave.  I can't imagine being a slave, much less being sold away from my family.  What tragic things these people suffered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of my culture? It's a question I asked myself driving down the road this morning.  Amazing.  I come from a great people, strong people, loving people, hard working and loyal people.  They had issues, big ones, moral and otherwise, but all in all I believe the black people struggled well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all makes me interested in finding out about my family, my ancestors, where did they come from? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought of the time when my mom and birth father married.   It makes me proud.  That was a hard time, and they stood strong in the face of social disapprovement.  They were individiuals, their own people, and they didn't let social norms dictate their lives to them.  I am proud of their courage and their strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113440047259815051?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113440047259815051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113440047259815051&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113440047259815051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113440047259815051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/12/wind-done-gone.html' title='Wind Done Gone'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113416664830142071</id><published>2005-12-09T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:17:28.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Mom</title><content type='html'>I am posting for my mom because if you read the comments on the last post, it appears she has been missing me and my wonderful writings (hee hee).  I know they are really boring, but for some reason she likes to hear all the boring details of my life, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 4 finals in the last two weeks, I actually should have taken 5, but we had bad weather on Wednesday so school was cancelled, and I have to take the 5th one on Monday.  Most people say "wow, I bet you're relieved"  but in reality I was not, I was actually very prepared for this test, and instead of completely letting it all go, it has stayed on my mind and I feel like I have to study this weekend, it's just one of those things.  I will study one more time on Sunday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did pretty well on my exams, I won't know till grades are posted, and with the delays who knows when that will be, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed.  I am only worried about one class.  It is Mechanics of Materials, but I have prayed for favor and it is in God's hands.  So - I'm not actually worrying about it anymore   - it's a done deal I suppose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to think of something more interesting to write about and write again very soon!  You all be good now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113416664830142071?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113416664830142071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113416664830142071&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113416664830142071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113416664830142071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-my-mom.html' title='For My Mom'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113346089814920168</id><published>2005-12-01T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:14:58.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday G</title><content type='html'>This lady in my office,G, it's her birthday  - well not really, her birthday was last week but we are celebrating it today - and everybody brought food, so we have: Enchiladas (which I made) Mexican Salad, Cucumber Salad, Chicken Spaghetti, BBQ Sausages, Lemon Cake, Carrot Cake, Peach Cobbler, Cheeseball and Crackers, Brownies, etc...  Man I'm stuffed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113346089814920168?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113346089814920168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113346089814920168&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113346089814920168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113346089814920168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-g.html' title='Happy Birthday G'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113328636441978656</id><published>2005-11-29T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T09:46:04.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad day in Sanger</title><content type='html'>Our Mayor died yesterday.  He was such a great man.  Kind, gentle, caring, he cared a lot about his community but he really cared about people as individuals too.  He was involved with the City in some capacity for the last 20 years or more, but he had been mayor since 1998.  He became the mayor shortly after I started working for the City.  I used to type the minutes for the Council meetings, I remember listening to the first tape, my boss had advised the City Council that she had hired a new assistant and had given them my name.  The Mayor told them what a great family I had come from and how pleased he was at her choice.  He has always been close to my family. Everyday he would come in the office walk by my desk, and say "Oh no, there's trouble" he would always flip stuff over on my desk, turn my little armadillo backwards, turn my papers upside down, he was always being silly.  I can honesly say I loved him.  I'll miss you Tommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113328636441978656?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113328636441978656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113328636441978656&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113328636441978656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113328636441978656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/11/sad-day-in-sanger.html' title='A sad day in Sanger'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113269805062528060</id><published>2005-11-22T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T14:20:50.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Dude...Wher's My Car?</title><content type='html'>Did you see that movie? Pretty stupid but, I still found it funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my story now - picture it, UTA campus parking lot, it was dark outside and I was a little nervous walking to my car alone - IT's a long walk when I have to park in the far away parking spaces.  I knew exactly where I parked.  My mom always said walk confidently, key in hand, and be aware of what's around you.  There was this dude driving slowly beside me in a large beat up hooptie, I wanted to break out in a run,  but I didn't.  I walked fast paced, he followed me through the parkig lot, I'n sure he was just searching for a space, but I was still a little nervous.  I walked up to my car, and at the same moment the car that was parked next to me pulled out of it's space.  The hooptie pulled in beside me.  Quickly, I inserted the key inot muy door (I lost my remote btw) and It felt weird, a little scratchy, but it went in.  I turned the key to the right, it wouldn't turn.  I took the key out, and turned it over and reinserted it, still it wouldn't budge.  Humph - weird, what was I gonna do? A light shown from now another slowly passing vehicle, I did a double take, this Envoy is black.  Ooops, not mine, the guy in the hooptie stepped out of his vehicle.  He was tall and scary in the dark...I looked the opposite direction, I saw my car two spaces down, and quickly walked towards it.  As I approached I saw the silver label on the side -  trailblazer?? Darn! That's not my car either.  Feelin just plain dumb at this point, I said a silent prayer, turned around and started walking back the other direction, I had no clue where I had parked, and I wasn't going to walk this parking lot alone in the dark feeling all paranoid like I was.  Then, to my surprise, in the not so far distance, I see it - the beautiful green Envoy that I love, I noticed the parking tag hanging crookedly on my rear view mirror, and I let out the breath I was unaware that I had been holding, I race to my car, inserted the key, it turned, I jumped in, shut the door and locked it! Whew - Car sweet car.....I love my Envoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113269805062528060?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113269805062528060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113269805062528060&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113269805062528060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113269805062528060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-dudewhers-my-car.html' title='Hey Dude...Wher&apos;s My Car?'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113226870585209586</id><published>2005-11-17T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T15:05:45.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He named his dog Eddie....</title><content type='html'>I went for a ride with a co-worker today to check out some infrastructure projects we have going at the City - his name is Eddie.  We live in a small town so not only is Eddie the Water/Wastewater Superintendent he is also the Assistant Fire Chief for our volunteer fire department.  He told me about going out on a fire call last week - said he got there, they put the fire out and he carried a dog out in his arms, barely breathing, then it stopped.  He looked at the 7 year old owner of the dog - and the seven year old said "you gonna save my dog sir?" and had tears runnin down his face.  One fire fighter yelled out "we don't do animals" and the boy started crying'. Eddie has a big heart though - he said "I'm sure gonna try" and told me that he had to wipe away a few tears himself.  Eddie is a big manly man- rides motorcycles, works on sewer lines, and puts out fires - not a tearing up kinda guy, so to hear this from him, made me almost tear up as well.  He said he started doing doggie CPR and thought he was gonna be able to save the dog, he got someone to drive the EMS truck, took the dog to the vet and worked on the dog all the way there - they delivered the dog to the vet,and Eddie made periodic calls to the vet to see what was happening, the dog didn't make it.  He went this week out to see the kid and saw the kid walkin down the road, with a little blue heeler...He said "How ya doin' boy?" The boy said "Just fine sir" and Eddie said "That's a good lookin dog you got there".  The boy grinned from to ear to ear and said "Thank you sir." He started walkin off and then turned around and called his dog, he said "Come on Eddie, let's go".  Eddie almost teared up again telling me the story, it was so sweet, then he looked at me and said "It made it all worth it, he named his dog Eddie."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the sweetest thing ever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113226870585209586?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113226870585209586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113226870585209586&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113226870585209586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113226870585209586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/11/he-named-his-dog-eddie.html' title='He named his dog Eddie....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113218436423235977</id><published>2005-11-16T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:40:57.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF2BF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;My French Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAE6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audrey  Mathieu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113218436423235977?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113218436423235977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113218436423235977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113218436423235977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113218436423235977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-french-name-is-audrey-mathieuwhats.html' title=''/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113146925076382878</id><published>2005-11-08T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:04:10.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>honda</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/89494588@N00/61290210/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/61290210_76e685a674.jpg" width= "90%" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/89494588@N00/61290210/"&gt;honda&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/89494588@N00/"&gt;rainbowstars&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; I bought a motorcycle! I've had it a couple of weeks now -it's pretty cool! This picture is not it, but looks just like it, except mine has saddle bags and a windshield. It's the same color though!! I love it! Let's go riding!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113146925076382878?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113146925076382878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113146925076382878&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113146925076382878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113146925076382878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/11/honda_08.html' title='honda'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113085659882914463</id><published>2005-11-01T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T06:49:58.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Carve a pumpkin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toilette-humor.com/flash/carve_pumpkin.swf"&gt;http://www.toilette-humor.com/flash/carve_pumpkin.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icon Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justracin.net/is.swf"&gt;http://www.justracin.net/is.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113085659882914463?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113085659882914463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113085659882914463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113085659882914463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113085659882914463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/11/kinda-fun.html' title='Kinda fun'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-113026210533579874</id><published>2005-10-25T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T10:41:45.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samantha needs...</title><content type='html'>My brother did this on his site, I thought I'd try it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled "Samantha needs"  This was some of the results (my comments are in parenthesis):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs adoptive parents who are willing to meet her needs (I'll keep the ones I got thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs to develop material for a multi-media environment (that should be fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs a professional painter (hmmm, what for?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs to learn to do this to save her own life, because it is&lt;br /&gt;evident to me that she is getting more and more depleted (I am getting depleted, how'd they know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs a laptop (already got one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs lots of help and with that has come a loss of privacy (serious help)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just what Samantha needs to bring her out of the doldrums and make her&lt;br /&gt;experience life again (who is HE???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs to cut the puppet strings that bind her in order to truly find herself (got scissors?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs a home (preferably a large one on a hill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs Nick to accompany her to Las Vegas, but she's handicapping him&lt;br /&gt;because she won't give him details. (can I go without Nick please?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Needs Your Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs everyone to be very, very quiet at story time so that she can hear&lt;br /&gt;the story. (shhhh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs to have an area set aside for her to rest when necessary. (YES I DO!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs to just stand up and tell the guy that she CARES about him. Period. (I Care - so there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs to eat at the best places (who's buyin?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs to unwind after her hard day at the office. (True)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs the assistance of multiple medical machines. (????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs someone to talk to, she's worried about something (got time to listen?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs to GET OUT MORE. (Out of town that is....this should probably really say - Samantha needs to stay at home more!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now that was fun)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-113026210533579874?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/113026210533579874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=113026210533579874&amp;isPopup=true' title='66 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113026210533579874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/113026210533579874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/10/samantha-needs.html' title='Samantha needs...'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>66</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112987832411788712</id><published>2005-10-20T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:07:45.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a birthday up in here!</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all it's &lt;a href="http://www.reflectionsitaly.com"&gt;Ms Thang&lt;/a&gt; on the other side of the board. Today is Lava's birthday and so I have decided to surprise her with a birthday shout out post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my birthday gift to her is to shower her with praises and love from her family and friends. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave her a comment to wish her a happy birthday, and while your at it name your favorite quality about her and why&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Mama D aka Dana, your favorite quality can't be that she's your daughter lol)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Quality: Her openess and willingness to be a true friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met Lava right here on her website I would had never imagined what God had in store for us. Lava is the most giving, caring, compassionate, understanding friend I have ever met. She is always there encouraging me to keep going, praising me for a job well done, or being the sympathetic shoulder to cry on. If I ever need someone to talk to in the middle of the night I know that she is only a phone call away, and will be there for me in my hour of need.. always knowing the right things or prayers to say to comfort me in my time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a day in age where most people don't know how to truly stop and listen and be a true friend, she has never managed to loose that quality. She may be the busiest person I know, but she always has time for her friends (and family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava, you are a gem! Thank you for being such a great and understanding friend! Happy Birthday Girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112987832411788712?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112987832411788712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112987832411788712&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112987832411788712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112987832411788712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-birthday-up-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s a birthday up in here!'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112984624931154977</id><published>2005-10-20T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:10:49.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Discussion</title><content type='html'>Today at work we had a brief discussion (on break of course) about the Bible.  Some of the people believe that when we die we will go to a waiting place, perhaps purgatory, others beleive we will go straight to heaven or straight to hell, and yet others believe there are different options  - other waiting places, not necessarily purgatory but a holding place for your soul - awaiting jusgement. It was a really good discussion, interesting to hear other peoples opinions and beliefs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, IO have always believed that when you die that you go straight to heaven or hell, but after doing a little reading, I have to say that my belief has been put on hold and some more reading and research is necessary....The few verses below are the first I cam across that made me think deeper into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one has ascended into heaven but He who descended from heaven, the Son of man." (John 3:13 RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we would not have you ignorant, brethren, concerning those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep. For this we declare to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, shall not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the archangel's call, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first; then we who are alive, who are left, shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet The Lord in the air; and so we shall always be with The Lord." (1 Thessalonians 4:13-17 RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I saw thrones, and seated on them were those to whom judgment was committed. Also I saw the souls of those who had been beheaded for their testimony to Jesus and for the word of God, and who had not worshiped the beast or its image and had not received its mark on their foreheads or their hands. They came to life, and reigned with Christ a thousand years. The rest of the dead did not come to life until the thousand years were ended. This is the first resurrection. Blessed and holy is he who shares in the first resurrection! Over such the second death has no power, but they shall be priests of God and of Christ, and they shall reign with him a thousand years." (Revelation 20:4-6 RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for the hour is coming when all who are in the tombs will hear His voice and come forth, those who have done good, to the resurrection of life, and those who have done evil, to the resurrection of judgment." (John 5:28-29 RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt." (Daniel 12:2 RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - To  me this sounds like we may have to wait around till he comes, I'm gonna have to read up on this topic some more...and pray about it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112984624931154977?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112984624931154977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112984624931154977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112984624931154977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112984624931154977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/10/thursday-discussion.html' title='Thursday Discussion'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112924826793241450</id><published>2005-10-13T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:04:27.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing is....</title><content type='html'>somebody once asked me what I wanted most out of life, I remember my answer was that I wanted to make a difference.  I truly do, I want to make a difference in other peoples lives and I want to make a difference in this world.  It doesn't have to be some amazing outrageous difference, just maybe someone knowing they were loved and that someone truly cared about them; perhaps giving someone a place to say or somthing to eat and helping them get on their feet; or perhaps doing sonthing great - finding a cure for a deadly disease or housing the homeless masses; or most importantly and extremely great would be heloing someone find truth and in the truth them finding eternal life - that would be awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112924826793241450?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112924826793241450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112924826793241450&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112924826793241450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112924826793241450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/10/thing-is.html' title='The thing is....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112905967930241910</id><published>2005-10-11T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:10:20.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="30s" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cassinator/1044857793_esthirties.jpg" width= "85%" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thirties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cassinator/quizzes/Which%20Decade%20Are%20You?/"&gt;Which Decade Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112905967930241910?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112905967930241910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112905967930241910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112905967930241910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112905967930241910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/10/thirties.html' title=''/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112871685921847941</id><published>2005-10-07T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T13:27:39.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which book are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/reflectedgrace/1036813085_ktoppsalms.gif" border="0" alt="You are Psalms"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Psalms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/reflectedgrace/quizzes/Which%20book%20of%20the%20Bible%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; Which book of the Bible are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112871685921847941?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112871685921847941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112871685921847941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112871685921847941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112871685921847941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/10/which-book-are-you.html' title='Which book are you?'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112862815172784863</id><published>2005-10-06T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:49:11.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>I’ve been tagged by &lt;a href="http://reflectionsitaly.com"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Msthang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The instructions are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go into your archives.&lt;br /&gt;2. Find your 23rd post.&lt;br /&gt;3. Post the fifth sentence of closes to it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 other people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've resigned myself to never being a fly girl on "In living color".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postednote.com"&gt;Eddo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweeterthanever.com"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trappedtogether.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amstaffmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amstaff Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, um I don't have 5 readers....okay I do, but the others have already been tagged....so you only get 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112862815172784863?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112862815172784863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112862815172784863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112862815172784863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112862815172784863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112809567399449615</id><published>2005-09-30T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T08:54:34.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I ask you a question?</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, I walked out of my horribly boring CAD class, I was trying to recover from my near death experience - (I was about bored to death), when a guy walked up to me with a huge empty re-usable drinking container in hand....he's looking at the container and says "can I ask you a question?" If you know me at all, you know that about 42 possibilities went through my head reagrding the possible requests that related to this container....but I said - "sure, what's up?"  He said, still looking at his container, "if you were to die tonight do you know where you would spend eternity?"  I know that I had to have the biggest smile now - I was very impressed at this young man's courage....I said "I sure do"  he said - "where?"  - I replied "heaven".....he siad "and how do you know that?"  and I said "because I have accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior and trust solely in him for my salvation"...he nodded, and said "that's good, but is that all you have to do?".....my mind goes again - I'm thinking, yes, believe in the name.....you shall be saved...only by grace...not by works.......whosoever believeth....."yeah, He's the only way" is my final answer......he then says "do you have to obey him?"  I hit my self on the forehead (not really) and reply "yes I do" and he says "that's right because the Bible says if you love me you will obey my commands", I nod in agreement and smile.  He then continues and tells me that the bible says that if we call ourselves Christian and do not obey God's commands that we are liars and the truth is not in us.....I talked to him for a few more minutes and thanked him for sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did walk away thinking about that last statement - I memorized this scripture a few months ago and it meant a lot to me then too - it always makes me wonder - am I truly obeying? - I know I can do better, Christ commanded us to go into all the world and preach the Gospel, I don't do that like I should, I live my life and share here and there, but I don't make a concious effort to make sure I am taking every opportunity to share.....I'm still speeding when i drive - that's not very obedient, I do other things too - I'm really not doing a very good job being obedient - I don't wanta be a liar!! I gotta go - I'm at work typing all this and I should be working - I'm feeling a guilty now - bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112809567399449615?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112809567399449615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112809567399449615&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112809567399449615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112809567399449615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/09/can-i-ask-you-question.html' title='Can I ask you a question?'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112688633343633776</id><published>2005-09-16T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:58:53.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheetos</title><content type='html'>Are you a cheetos fan?  I am in a way, they taste good, but I don't like the powdery cheese getting all over me, so I hardly ever eat them, I really can't remember the last time (before today) that I ate them.  Today, my boss brought me some baked cheetos, she is concerned that my BBQ Pringle habit is going to kill me, she thinks they are really bad for me.  She decided I need to switch to baked cheetos if I am going to eat chips.  So I ate them, they were quite delicious.  Isn't it nice that my boss is concerned about me....awe, I feel special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112688633343633776?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112688633343633776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112688633343633776&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112688633343633776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112688633343633776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/09/cheetos.html' title='cheetos'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112674141590715368</id><published>2005-09-14T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:43:35.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh...</title><content type='html'>I just read my last post, you think I shoudl get test for A.D.D.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112674141590715368?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112674141590715368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112674141590715368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112674141590715368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112674141590715368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/09/uh.html' title='Uh...'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112673545876528567</id><published>2005-09-14T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T15:04:18.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever wonder....</title><content type='html'>about really weird stuff?  I was thinking today about living on another planet, and all of the atmospheric things there would be to overcome once I got there, I was thinking though that it would be cool to be like one of the first people there (to live) and then invent stuff in this "new" atmosphere, because things would have to be made different, and I know given time I could figure it out (I know this because I'm quite conceited and think pretty highly of myself...hee hee).  Not that I want to live on another planet or anything, but once I started thinking about that, I started thinking about starting my own city, I would call it Sam Town, and build my house on a hill, all the streets would be made out of those pavers, and I would put in the ordinances that everyone had to have a porch swing. That got me thinking about porch swings and how they should make them with the wind up thing like they do for little babies, not that I mind swinging myself, but if I fell asleep I might want it to keep swinging, and since I though of sleep, I thought of this weird dream I had the other night about the maintenance man in my apartments, not that I've ever seen the maintenance man, but I dreamt that he was like 500 pounds and I was sleeping and he came in to clean the vents, then attacked me and I got away and ran to the front office and they didn't believe me.  The weird thing is, when I got home from work that day there was a notice on the door that the maintenance man would be stopping by to change the vents.  Weird huh?  I was a little nervous about it, but the next day I came home, and there was a nother notice saying it was done. I did check all around my apartment though and make sure the 500 pound man was not there.  He wasn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112673545876528567?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112673545876528567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112673545876528567&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112673545876528567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112673545876528567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-ever-wonder.html' title='Do you ever wonder....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112665394019615702</id><published>2005-09-13T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:25:40.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More boring tidbits</title><content type='html'>okay - so, you keep coming back, so I'm setting out to bore you some more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate crab rangoons for breakfast and nachos for lunch - how healthy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe with the junk I eat that I actually am still losing weight - I lost like 3 pounds this past week - that's cool isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a Ranger game last nigt, my friend got free tickets - the Rangers lost, my friends had to tell me how to read the scoreboard - really just cuz I  didn't have my glasses, and I wasn't sure which one was the scrore, I guess I could have added up the runs in each inning, but I was too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate fried pickles for dinner - a late dinner, but they were sure good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...I went to sleep around 1:00 a.m., and my alarm went off at 5:30 this morning, amazingly I got up.  I lolly gagged around the house and didn't leave till almost 6:20 though - I should have been outta there by 6:00 - tomorrow I'll give that another shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other boring details you wanta know? Just ask - I'm open to sharing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112665394019615702?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112665394019615702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112665394019615702&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112665394019615702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112665394019615702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-boring-tidbits.html' title='More boring tidbits'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112657140916437189</id><published>2005-09-12T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:30:09.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for all the lonely people.....</title><content type='html'>It's not really for the lonely people, I just figured you might be lonely or bored if you're reading MY blog....cuz I was just looking through here, and there is some pretty boring stuff in here, I mean for real, who wants to hear what I eat for breakfast.  I know the two of you that come read my blog must really love me to keep coming back.  I just can't get why you want more......what is it?  You really want to hear me griping about co-workers and school?  You want to know about gnats flying in my spaghetti?  You really want to hear me ramble on so much that the only thing I can title the post is "Yadi yadi ya..."?  Do you?  Ya'll are crazy....I don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112657140916437189?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112657140916437189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112657140916437189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112657140916437189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112657140916437189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-for-all-lonely-people.html' title='This is for all the lonely people.....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112615498074283608</id><published>2005-09-07T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:49:40.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theo "the demon dog"</title><content type='html'>I don't mean it really, I love him, but sometimes I think he is possessed.  Now I know, that he is just a baby, but really...why must he:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not use the restroom the entire 15 to 20 minutes we are outside, and wait till we get back inside to decide to squat? (I've caught onto him though, and I watch him when we come back in and grab him as soon as I see him about to go...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sleep all day and stay up all night whining and barking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bite me feet all evening long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- chew on my shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - chew on anything plugged into an electrical outlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- drag my shoes out of the closet and leave them in front of my bedroom door (I tripped over them and him in the dark a few minutes ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- want to go outside whan we are inside and inside whan we are outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - shred any piece of paper he can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- but all the while, be SO DARN CUTE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112615498074283608?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112615498074283608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112615498074283608&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112615498074283608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112615498074283608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/09/theo-demon-dog.html' title='Theo &quot;the demon dog&quot;'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112604701838294344</id><published>2005-09-06T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:50:18.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>Today I got up, showered and got ready for work.  I got in the car (Theo and I both did) and headed for work, I didn’t feel all that great, but I thought it would go away.  I was about an hour into the drive, and had gotten about as far as I normally did in about 15 minutes.   I heard on the radio there was a wreck holding us up, and that there were two more on the main highway I would be taking.  As I sat in traffic, I called my boss to tell her I was going to be late then – It hit me.  The burning sensation in my ears was back, I had been feeling it off and on for a few weeks, I went to the doctor they said I had fluid in my ears, and gave me ear drops….anyway, my ears started burning first, then my throat….when this happens the roof of my mouth starts to feel numb, and my chest started hurting.  It’s not unbearable pain, just uncomfortable, but then…nausea set in, and I’m done for, I started feeling dizzy and had to pull over.  I sat on the side of the road trying to collect myself, I got out of my car and threw up. I got back in my car, called my boss again and said I was going home. I turned the car around immediately and began the traffic filled journey back.  I made it home, and thus began my sick day….today I pretty much stayed in bed, or sat here at my laptop, I talked on the phone some, but mostly slept and read.  I feel much better, and think I’m going to go see a movie tonight.  I want to see Red Eye, and it is showing right here next to my apartments.  I’m gonna run now!  Take Care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112604701838294344?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112604701838294344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112604701838294344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112604701838294344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112604701838294344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/09/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112604679297911373</id><published>2005-09-06T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:46:32.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>It was a good day.  I got up in the morning about 8:30.  I brushed my teeth, put some shorts and a t-shirt on, a hat on my head, and began cleaning.  I cleaned out my closet, now that may not sound like a massive feat, but I tell you it was.  I got rid of two trash bags full of wire hangers, and 4 trash bags full of clothes. My closet is still decently full. Now even worse, is that I did this about 2 months ago, and got rid of even more clothing than that.  Wow – where did I get all this stuff? Oh, I cleaned out my dresser drawers too – some of it came from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Walmart. I bought a vacuum cleaner.  I know it’s bad, I’ve been here 8 months without a vacuum.  I have borrowed one on occasion, but more times than that I have swept the carpet with a broom.  So – I finally broke down and bought one. I also bought an ironing board, and – you won’t believe this – groceries!  I actually have food in my refrigerator!! From Salad to soup to frozen dinners….I even bought stuff to actually cook!  I’m gonna do it to, just watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did ALL of my laundry. I cleaned my bathroom and kitchen.  I had bought some new candles and I lit them, they are called “warm apple pie” (smells like cherry to me though).  My table and book case are both still wiped out, but the rest of my apartment is clean!  Woo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked on the phone quite a bit, and played on the internet when I could get online, debated the movies, but never went. Oooh – I did go to the Chicken Express right next door (I’ve never been) and got some sweet tea.  It was amazing, I had to go back and buy a gallon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, Theo and I went to a friend’s house.  We sat around and talked and played with the dogs.  It was nice, and Theo enjoyed having someone to play with. The coolest thing however was….we walked outside to let Theo…uh you know…do his business…..and when I walked out, I suddenly felt like I wanted to sit on a porch swing, and I said so.  I said “A porch swing would be nice right now, it’s such a beautiful night”.  My friend was like “oh man, I wish we had one, that would be cool”  Then suddenly I saw the light, an idea forming….we looked at each other and instantly new what the other was thinking.  We put Theo up, and then both took off, walking across neighbors yards, in the dark, I’m sure we looked suspicious…then we saw it - a porch swing.  We snuck up the drive and quietly onto the porch and both sat on the swing, we giggled and talked quietly as we sat there for about twenty minutes, enjoying the night. It was exhilarating…sneaking, laughing, swinging, and just having plain good fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112604679297911373?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112604679297911373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112604679297911373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112604679297911373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112604679297911373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112561295294137258</id><published>2005-09-02T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:22:22.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST VENTING!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a very very hectic day, I get really tired of hearing my name called 50009387490237850923 times throughout the day. Today my boss called me every 2 seconds with the stupidest questions, for some reason, everyone in my office assumes I know everything about everything. This one lady walked in my office today and said - "804 N. 3rd is vacant", I said "uh-really" - I had no clue what she was talking about or why she was telling me, then she starts asking me a million questions about it, I kept saying "I don't know" and she still kept asking me, I finally, in my annoyed voice (which I try not to use to often) said "look - I. do. not. know. what. you. are. talking. about." she said - "804 N. 3rd" like I was an idiot. I gave her my blank "stop talking to me" look, and she just stood there looking back at me. I thought "I can play this game" so I just sat there and waited. Finally she said "did you not hear anything PM was just saying?" I said "was she talking to me?" she said "no, but she was standing outside your office"....I said "if she wasn't talking to me, I wasn't listening, sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened yesterday, I started writing this post, I didn't finish it, and today I'm not feeling quite so frustrated. I reread that, and boy I was frustrated huh....anyway- I'll be back soon, I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112561295294137258?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112561295294137258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112561295294137258&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112561295294137258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112561295294137258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-venting.html' title='JUST VENTING!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112565400953616036</id><published>2005-09-02T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T02:42:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Whom It May Concern:</title><content type='html'>As Lava's official Secretary, I regret to inform you that she is unavailable to entertain your boring days at work, your sleepless nights, or any other events in life that have you obsessively coming back for any future hope of entertainment. I apologize for all hope that is lost as you click on her site in your favorites hoping, praying, and anxiously waiting for the next series in the Lava Locust Trilogy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava will be working on her next post, and will have it up very shortly. She appreciates your return patronage, and patience through this busy time in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reflectionsitaly.com"&gt;Ms Thang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary Extraordinaire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112565400953616036?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112565400953616036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112565400953616036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112565400953616036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112565400953616036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To Whom It May Concern:'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112546286561792430</id><published>2005-08-30T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:34:25.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Than GOD and Thank Mom!!</title><content type='html'>I wrote this post yesterday, the long version, I lost it, so now you get the short version.  I went to church yesterday at fellowship - awesome service!  Amazin gmusic, it was the group called the Newsboys - they totally rock! Anyway left that church to go the boys home, and my mom was riding with me.  We get about half way there and I get pulled over by a friendly neighborhood police officer, um....well see, I was going 73 in a 55, I had no seatbelt on, no drivers licens on me, and my inspection sticker was out.  Mom and I prayed, and I'm told Dad and Joseph prayed as they passed by us.  The officer was very nice.  He took my date of birth and my name.  My mom told him "I'm her mother and I work for the Denton PD, if I'd have known she was speeding I would have told her stop" then in her sweet innocent voice she adds "she didn't mean to do it..."  The officer starts talking to her at this point, I think he must have thought I still had my learners permit and that he needed to deal with my mommy, just kidding, it wasn't like that.  He just asked her what she did for the Denton PD, they chit chatted.  He went back to his car, came back to mine and asked for mom's police ID.  She did not have it with her, but showed her pay stub.  The officer looked at me and said "young lady, I'm gonna let you go with a waring, you have several serious violations here...consider this your lucky day, I'm gonna let you go thanks to her" and he points at my mom.  He then said "and when you get where your going you give her a big hug and a big thank you"  I said, "yes sir"  and hugged my momma right then and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - Thank God for the favor, and thank you mom for being mom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112546286561792430?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112546286561792430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112546286561792430&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112546286561792430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112546286561792430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/08/than-god-and-thank-mom.html' title='Than GOD and Thank Mom!!'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112537448361973912</id><published>2005-08-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:01:23.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awe Man</title><content type='html'>I wrote a big long post and it's gone....I'm too tired to re-writeit, I will do tomorrow mom. Don't be mad(hee hee).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112537448361973912?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112537448361973912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112537448361973912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112537448361973912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112537448361973912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/08/awe-man.html' title='Awe Man'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112476950658102175</id><published>2005-08-22T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:59:29.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The music stopped...</title><content type='html'>and the auctioneer said, in a voice that was quiet and low, who's got a bid on this old violin and he held it up with the bow.  He said one give me one thousand who'll make it two, only two thousand, who'll make it three, three thousand twice, now that's a nice price, now who's got a bid for me. The people called out what made the change, we don't understand, and the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile...It was the touch of the master's hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that song....I'd cite it, but I don't know who sings, guess I could stop being lazy and look it up.  I did have a point though.  I was driving down the road today, and looked outside, it was beautiful, the sky was so blue and the clouds so white, just gorgeous.  The grass and trees were so green, and the sun was shining, you couldn't ask for a more beautiful day....and what popped into my mind, was "the touch of the master's hand"...and of course, if you know me at all, you have to know that just about everything reminds me of a song, and of course, I started singing it...out loud in the car.  As I was singing it and looking out the window noticing all the beauty, I thought about how often it is that we don't look around us at what God has made, that we don't take time to appreciate his perfect gifts, that we take so many little things for granted.  I had to ask for forgiveness....I did.  I'm so glad God loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112476950658102175?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112476950658102175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112476950658102175&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112476950658102175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112476950658102175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/08/music-stopped.html' title='The music stopped...'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112447707955662762</id><published>2005-08-19T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T11:44:39.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu-Pac has been resurrected!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img397.imageshack.us/img397/298/theo8rx.jpg" width= "80%" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Thedore "Tu-Pac" Ruxpin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112447707955662762?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112447707955662762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112447707955662762&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112447707955662762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112447707955662762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/08/tu-pac-has-been-resurrected.html' title='Tu-Pac has been resurrected!'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112438074399251864</id><published>2005-08-18T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T08:59:03.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yadi yadi ya....</title><content type='html'>Couldn't think of a good title, and since I'm just  gonna ramble anyway I thought yadi yadi ya was good enough.  I got my grade from my class I made a C - WOO HOO!  No more Statics and Dynamics!!!  This replaced my F, and brought my GPA back up where it needed to be and all is well.  I found out this week my work is going to pay for my school, and that's a relief.  I gota new little doggie - I've had him now for 3 days, he is the most adorable little thing.  His name is Theodore Tu-Pac Ruxpin, thing is, I'm not gonna keep him.  He is too sweet and too little to leave home alone all day, so he is going this weekend to live with my wonderful Aunt Jan in Oklahoma City.  His sister lives there already and I think he misses her.  I'll miss him - I've started getting attached already even though  I told myself not to.  What else? let's see, I've decided to take classes at both a junior college (Tarrant County Community College)  and UTA this next semester, it will be cheaper and I'm hoping a little easier on me.  I start back to school on Monday and I am so NOT looking forward to it, but it is what it is.  I bought a battery a couple of weeks ago and it was in the back of my car - it leaked, and ruined the carpet in my bling, I was not very happy, but I bought the battery at Walmart - and they are supposed to assume responsibility and fix it!  Say a prayer that works out! I went to lunch with one of my really good friends yesterday, we had such a good time, and she bought my lunch!  I'm still having a bit of lunch luck lately! how cool is that? I am at work right now on hold with our ISP because my e-mail will not work, it says I have an invalid username or password!  I didn't change it though - we'll see what's up with that....that's all my rambling for now....yadi yad ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112438074399251864?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112438074399251864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112438074399251864&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112438074399251864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112438074399251864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/08/yadi-yadi-ya.html' title='yadi yadi ya....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112407827695314314</id><published>2005-08-14T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:57:56.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Evening</title><content type='html'>It's  Sunday evening and I'm sittin around, playin my guitar.  I don't really have much to say, but my momma's always getting on me for not posting, so I'm posting, I'm posting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to church at fellowshipchurch.com in Grapevine, it was a totally awesome service - I hadn't been in a little while (to this church) and almost didn't go this morning - when I laid back down to try to sleep some more I knew I would regret it, so I got my lazy butt out of bed, took a shower, and rushed off to church.   I got there right at starting time, and my wonderful parents and friend were all there, and they saved me a seat.  How nice is that?  The music was great, the message was about "authority issues'  which is always something good for me to hear - I'm not sayin I got a problem with authority, but a little reminder here and there is good for me on occassion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that service, my mom got in the car with me, and we rode to the boys' home together.  I love my mom, and I loved getting to spend that time with her today - just talkin...oh - and of course I was speeding cuz by the tie we got out of the parking lot, we only had 15 minutes to make the 30 minute drive,  we made it in 20.  Mom never even said anything about my driving - of course she knew I was under convictio, being that the preacher had just talked about authority and even included traffic laws in his sermon....sometimes I'm hard headed.  I remember one time our preacher talked about how terrible it was to have christian bumper stickers on your car, then be speeding and breaking the laws of the land....I decided to take the bumper stickers off.  Not Really!  I didn't have any.....but it was my first thought.  Isn't that terrible?  You would think I would have been convicted to obey the laws - I tell ya - I truly do have a sinful nature - thank God I am covered in the blood of Jesus, (and yes I will do my best to start obeying, now that I have said this all outloud...I mean written it in my blog...I'm feeling a little convicted) So - I'll let you know how it goes - tomorrow will be the test, I'm going to Oklahoma with mo, I bet she'll let me drive - and she's got a hemi!  Arr...Arrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I talked to both my brother and my sister today, what a wonderful thing that is, I love them both, and it's very rare I get to see or talk to them, so that was extra specially nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out some with one of my friends, cleaned my apartment, figured out what I'm gonna wear tomorrow, sent a few e-mails, talked to a really good friend on the phone, read all of your blogs, and now I'm posting this, that's about it in a nutshell- ok - maybe that was more like an egg shell (size wise I mean)........goin to bed now- G'Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112407827695314314?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112407827695314314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112407827695314314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112407827695314314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112407827695314314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunday-evening.html' title='Sunday Evening'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112381772728815678</id><published>2005-08-11T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:35:27.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya know what makes me sick?</title><content type='html'>When I was 15 I started working at this packaging company, each day of the week we listened to a different radio station - well on Mondays it was always the same country station, on Tuesdays it was the oldies staion and so on - you get the point.  Well - I remember Mondays - early in the morning - there was this bit they did on the radio  - where this guy really country cowboy would come on and say "Ya know what makes me sick?" - then he would proceed to tell some outrageous tale  - mostly about...oh, how to put it politely.....um.....well - red neck stories (hope I don't offend).  Anyway - whenever I want tell a story of something someone did that bothered me or just something that bothers me in general - that always comes to mind.."Ya know what makes me sick?"  and if I say it out loud I say it in that country tone and people look at me like I've got toes on my forehead.....anyway...Ya know what makes me sick?....waiting for grades at the end of the semester, I hate that I never know what I made on my finals, I just have to wait for grades to be posted.  Everythig is online, and some instructors get the grades posted early, so you can check online, but the thig about my school's site is that it is only available from 8:00 a.m to 10:00 p.m.  - now that sounds like a reasonable anount of time, but it never fails that when I think about checking to see if my grade is posted that it is always before 8:00 a.m. or after 10:00 p.m.  - for instance right now - I just checked - that's what got me started.  Anyway, I'll let ya know how it went when I find out....Thanks for listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112381772728815678?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112381772728815678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112381772728815678&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112381772728815678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112381772728815678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/08/ya-know-what-makes-me-sick.html' title='Ya know what makes me sick?'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112317388888217366</id><published>2005-08-04T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T09:44:48.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged? me?</title><content type='html'>1. What were three of the stupidest things you have done in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ran away from home - I rode my bike, and took a change of clothes and a box of cereal in my backpack.  I was planning to sleep under a bridge.  I thought my mama didn't love me no more - she did though, I was being a total brat.  Of course I came home the same day, but I scared my parents to death and I felt really bad for a really really long time. I still do when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-One time I was driving down the highway (a long time ago) and I there were tons of trucks (you know, big 18 wheelers) going down the road, i decided to count them - so I was counting not paying attention to my driving, I hit the curb, and my car went spinning across the median and across the other side of the highway, I almost died of "freak out" since I didn't get hit or anything.  I don't count things while driving anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-swam in a creek/junkyard.  When I was kid, my brother, sister and I used to go down to this creek like drainage area that had old cars and other junk people had dumped there, we woud dive off he junk into this nasty shallow water - we should all be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At the current moment, who has the most influence in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hard to answer.  Christ has impacted me most, but if you want to know what &lt;em&gt;Person &lt;/em&gt;has, let's see - I would have to say my &lt;a href="http://sweeterthanever.com"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; - she's most amazing.  Some friends too......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were given a time machine that functioned, and you were allowed to only pick up five people to dine with, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go back in time and get my grandpa (papa), my friend Tommy (he died a couple of years ago - he was so dear to me),  Rosa Parks (I'd love to meet her), Ella Fitzgerald, so she could play me a tune on her saxophone, and Eleanor Roosevelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you had three wishes that were not supernatural, what would they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - to have children (have, adopt, kidnap - whatever) JK on the kidnapping part!&lt;br /&gt; - health and happiness for all of my family and friends&lt;br /&gt; - to be done with school, and be working as an engineer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Someone is visiting your hometown/place where you live at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name two things you regret your city not having, and two things people should avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything my city doesn't have, except some of my friends and family, if they all moved closer - it'd be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you came to visit - you should avoid my apartment - it is a mess!  and avoid IH-35 during rush hour!!! traffic is horrific!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Name one event that has changed your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Brain Surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tag 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweeterthanever.com"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postednote.com"&gt;Eddo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third choice was Julie but msthang already tagged her - I have to think about the third - isn't that sad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112317388888217366?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112317388888217366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112317388888217366&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112317388888217366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112317388888217366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/08/tagged-me.html' title='tagged? me?'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112255966798065784</id><published>2005-07-28T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T07:07:47.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying</title><content type='html'>Once again, I'm studying for a test.  I have one today at 2:00 p.m. so pray for me...please!!!!  I need it.  The test is in Statics and Dynamics, I'm actually doing fairly well in this class.  It's my Call III class that I'm struggling with, I took a test Tuesday night and I just know I bombed it.  I don't know what my problem is, I know I can do this.   I feel like I know the material, but I get in to take the test and every bit of the knowledge escapes me. This is a short post, becasue I have to study....but I didn't want my commenters to coninue their name calling....lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112255966798065784?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112255966798065784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112255966798065784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112255966798065784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112255966798065784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/07/studying.html' title='Studying'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112230976026855192</id><published>2005-07-25T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T09:42:40.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time waits for no man...</title><content type='html'>or woman for that matter.  It doesn't wait for me anyway.  I got here at 7:45 this morning, and I've been working away - I checked a few e-mails, wrote a letter or two, took a few phone calls,  but for the most part I still have my full days work ahead of me, and it is already almost noon.  Time has flown by without even a hello.  A wave.  A nod in my direction.   So far the list of things to do is just increasing and increasing,a nd I haven't marked one thing off today.  Normally I don't make lists, but decided that some way some how I needed to find a way to focus, so I thought, hmmm a list, but then I find myself doing things that are not on the list, I just now decided though that if I d that, I'm going to add them to the list and scratch them out so it looks like I'm accomplishing something.  How does that sound?  Only things is, then it will look like I started at the bottom of my list.  Oh well, at least I started.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get some cinnamom trident today!  I'm excited....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112230976026855192?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112230976026855192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112230976026855192&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112230976026855192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112230976026855192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-waits-for-no-man.html' title='Time waits for no man...'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112204380741621336</id><published>2005-07-22T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T07:50:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>911</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine called me on Monday because she got acid in her eye, I asked why she didn't call 911, and she said she didn't want to bother them.....Well, personally, I think acid in the eye warrants an emergency, but I heard about this other 911 emergency call that was definitely more of a priority than acid in the eye. I was on my way to work, listening to the radio and they replayed a 911 call to the a South Carolina Police Department (I think that's correct). The call went like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator: 911 emergency - how may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caller: Yes, I am at Burger King, and I have ordered my cheeseburger and they have made it wrong three times, all I want is a western cheeseburger with lettuce tomatos and pickles, my kids are hungry and I have ordered it three times. The manager came to the window and asked if I wanted my money back, I said no, all I want is my cheeseburger made right, do you think that is too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator: Well, ma'am, what is it that you are needing from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caller: I want you to send an officer out, and make them make my order right, I have already paid for it, they asked me to pull forward, and I said no, I'm going to wait here at the window until I get my order made right, they are mopping the floor in there, so they think they are too busy to go make my burger correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator: Ma'am I still don't understand what you'd like for us to do, we cannot come out and enforce your western bacon cheeseburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caller: You are supposed to be there to protect and serve, what am I supposed to do? All I want is a burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator: ma'am, you need to act like an adult, park your car, go inside, and work this out with manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caller: I already talked to the manager, I don't want my money back, I want my burger made right. Ya'll are supposed to protect me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator: from what? a badly made cheeseburger? - ma'am, all I can tell you is to act like an adult and go get your money back and go somewhere else..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava: I was cracking up! This was supposedly a real 911 emergency call. I typed this from memory, but that's pretty much how it went, I thought the funniest part was where the operator said "we're not going to enforece your western bacon cheeseburger"....I died!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112204380741621336?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112204380741621336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112204380741621336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112204380741621336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112204380741621336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/07/911_22.html' title='911'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112143153747492620</id><published>2005-07-15T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T05:45:37.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bug</title><content type='html'>The room was almost silent, I could hear the floor creak wiht every step, but whose step? It wasn't mine, I flipped the light on, and there stood before me the largest most disgusting creature I had ever seen, it looked me in the eye, it's antennae were moving ever so lightlly as he studied me.  I ran into the other room, grabbed a saddle, tied it on it's back, jumped on and the ride begun.   It tried to throw me, but I held on...and soon, I had wore him out, he lied down, I jumped off and he rolled over and died.  I called the backhoe service to come remove this gigantic being from my house, they had to remove the roof to get him out, it should be on the news tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm lying - now you want the truth?  Truth is....I turned on the light, and saw the largest, I mean like 3 inch (not exaggerating)  water bug (I guess it was - looked  like a huge roach), I of course freaked, let out a high pitched scream like a 12 year old girl, reached into the living room, grabbed a shoe, and from three feet away, launched my shoe at it, hoping it would land sole down on the bug.  It did, YUCK -i heard the squishy crunchy noise, I shuddered horribly as the ooginess ran through my body, and by this time, my friend had responded to my wild banchie scream, thinking I had been attacked, rushed in.  By this time I was standing back in the living room, around the  corner from the mostly dead creature, still shuddering from the total grossness.  She was like "I got this"  and she picked  up the shoe, finished the job and cleaned it up.  Good friends are hard to come by sometimes, I'm glad I have a brave one.  I'll tell you this.  My mama DID raise a chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112143153747492620?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112143153747492620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112143153747492620&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112143153747492620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112143153747492620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/07/bug.html' title='The Bug'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112111632688280793</id><published>2005-07-11T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T14:12:06.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Okay</title><content type='html'>I'm back, I haven't been anywhere really.  Just ran out of stuff to say.  My weekend has been fairly uneventful, there's nothing new to report.  Oh - I did have this crazy dream last night, that some rock star wanted me t o go buy Grandy's chicken for an event.  The event was going to have 300 peopple but for some reason she gave me a check for $199,000.00 and wantged me to buy a 20 piece chicken  dineer at Grandys.  I went to Grandy's on Saturday and stayed for three hours trying to ge tthis stupid 20 piece meal, and they finally told me they didn't have enough chicken.  I was mad, but said I'd come back the next day.   I went back the next day and still had to wait for 3 hours, they wouldn't give me the money back or anything, finally they told me they would give me $500.00 back.  Of course, I went ballistic, I went totally off on the guy, and they kept sending different employees to deal with me, I started cussing and throwing my hands in the air, and after my last tantrom, the whole restaurant started clapping, and I turned around and my brother was sitting at the table behind me, he was clapping, but I was so embarrased that I had used such awful language, I went over to try to explain the situation, but he understood.  Weird dream...huh....I never got the chicken or the money...but of course I hadn't left Grandy's either before I woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before I had a weird dream too - I don't know what's up with my psyche lately.....I can't sleep at all, and I'm tired as all get out!  It's crazy!  I'll be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112111632688280793?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112111632688280793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112111632688280793&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112111632688280793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112111632688280793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay-okay.html' title='Okay, Okay'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112068750404755066</id><published>2005-07-06T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:05:04.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I said I'd tell you more....</title><content type='html'>but there's not really a lot to tell. I did see fireworks, that was about 20 minutes of the four days.  I watched them in Hurst with a couple of friends.  I saw a movie - Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I loved it.  Great idea - the plot.  There were times I wanted it to move along - it was all action, and sometimes seemed like the scenes were a little long, but it was good, I really enjoyed it.  I stayed the night at my sister's house on Sunday.  That was great fun, Karaoke, pool playing, and hanging by the pool.  Everything else was pretty much weekend stuff...errands, studying etc.  It really was a great weekend, and having Monday off meant I was off of work for Four days since I don't work on Tuesdays.  How lucky am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112068750404755066?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112068750404755066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112068750404755066&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112068750404755066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112068750404755066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-said-id-tell-you-more.html' title='I said I&apos;d tell you more....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112065544822496084</id><published>2005-07-06T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T06:10:48.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at work</title><content type='html'>Back at work after 4 days, feels like I've been on vacation!  I came in to lots of issues this morning, it's 8:13 and I've already solved three of them, a productive day already!  I hope all of you had a great fourth of July weekend!  I did, it was quite fun.  Anyway - I'll be back soon to tell you more about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112065544822496084?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112065544822496084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112065544822496084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112065544822496084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112065544822496084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-at-work.html' title='Back at work'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-112005558463961338</id><published>2005-06-29T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T07:33:04.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's give em something to talk about.....</title><content type='html'>It's crazy - at my work - there's always something to talk about, something going on, the rumor mill starts here, I tell ya!  My boss is in my office at 8:00 this morning teeling me everything that happened yesterday when I was out of the office.  One of our police officers met me outside when I pulled up, he came inside with me and sat in my office for 30 minutes while I worked and he talked about people.  Now - I don't like to be rude, but I also don't like to listen to a bunch of gossip.  I usually just try to change the subject.  The police officer was talking about his boss, and others in his department, then about looking for a new job.  My boss was talking about her boss and some of the other department heads.  Mostly griping - both of them.  I don't have time to be the therapist or gossip columnist every morning that I come to work!  I'm not sure how to handle this, what would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-112005558463961338?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/112005558463961338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=112005558463961338&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112005558463961338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/112005558463961338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/lets-give-em-something-to-talk-about.html' title='Let&apos;s give em something to talk about.....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111983065932913151</id><published>2005-06-26T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T04:25:21.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma</title><content type='html'>My Grandma is here and she has a lot of stories to tell, I decided I was going to start writing a book of her life, but I can't get her to stay on track. I asked her what her earliest memory was and she said she didn't know, but continued talking and I just typed what she said......here's the last story I got from her.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya see Q’s wife objects to black people, so I had to handle all of the blacks. There was one in particular that was good at what she did, she worked in my division, I had to train her and what have ya, she was really good and I trained her well, there was a convention in Dallas, when they got to Dallas, they were all dressed up, good lookin people, they just stood on the sidelines, and wouldn’t come in and sit down. Q saw them and stood up. One of the regional directors came up and asked who they were looking for, what division? They said Q. G’s division, and said they were looking for Reba G.     Q stood up and said, “Reba G., where are you?” I stood up and Q turned and pointed at me, he told me to make room for them to sit down . After that, everyone knew Reba G. I had two black ones that stayed with me the rest of the time, before long 7000 people knew Reba G. After that every time there was a big meeting, everyone knew me, and once Quinton told me to meet him in Dallas, I said I wasn’t going because I didn’t have the money. The regional director called and told me he had reserved me a room right next to his, said he thought I might need some entertainment. I said “you idiot”. Q told me not to talk to the regional director that way, and I said ”I’ll talk to him any way I want”. I got there and I was the only woman out of 700,000 people. I couldn’t near believe it, the only woman. Now that was the Kinney Shoes convention, where there were 700,000 people…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom walked in the room, and grandma stopped talking. I did shorten the names to protect the…..uh guilty. My grandma is sure a character, I love her though!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111983065932913151?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111983065932913151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111983065932913151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111983065932913151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111983065932913151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-grandma.html' title='My Grandma'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111961762658719872</id><published>2005-06-24T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:53:46.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yuck</title><content type='html'>awe man, a gnat just flew in my spaghetti!  yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111961762658719872?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111961762658719872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111961762658719872&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111961762658719872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111961762658719872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/yuck.html' title='yuck'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111961756942034277</id><published>2005-06-24T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:52:49.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>I'm eating cold spaghetti for breakfast, I think I've decided it's better than cold pizza.  My friend and I had spaghetti last night for dinner and she made my lunch today, but I'm eating it right now at 7 something in the morning for breakfast!  It's really good!   I'd share if you were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111961756942034277?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111961756942034277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111961756942034277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111961756942034277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111961756942034277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/cold-spaghetti.html' title='Cold Spaghetti'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111958164456542360</id><published>2005-06-23T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T19:57:36.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayons</title><content type='html'>I was posting my "things I'm thankful for" down there....when I typed crayons, I remembered when I was a kid, sharpening crayons in the pencil sharpener, then putting the shavings in wax paper and ironing them and melting them, it was so much fun!, (but I think I ruined my mom's iron once)..... and remember shrinky dinks? are those things still around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a friend of mine at work the other day about dolls and things that her kid has, I remember one year getting this "ice cream doll" for Christmas, it was a great big doll, with a huge head, I mean larger than a real life adult head, big I tell you, I didn't have it very long and the head fell off! I was sad.....stupid doll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111958164456542360?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111958164456542360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111958164456542360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111958164456542360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111958164456542360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/crayons.html' title='Crayons'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111957961571809619</id><published>2005-06-23T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T19:20:15.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 something things I'm thankful for...</title><content type='html'>God and the fact the he sent his Son to die on the cross so that we could be saved first of all.&lt;br /&gt;Then...Family, friends, health, my job, my car (my bling as I call it),  freedom, AIR CONDITIONING, love, music, dancing,  Italian Food, Oreos, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Diet Dr. Pepper, Soap, Flip flops, water, clothes, Visa, fresh air, trees, grass, flowers, paint, crayons, sunshine, rainbows, clouds, wind, some dogs (not all of them), lipstick, computers, the internet, hats (baseball caps included),  pillows, candles, deodorant, Q-tips, shopping malls, Cato's, laundry detergent, dishwashers, Beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's many more things, but those were the first forty something I thought of......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111957961571809619?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111957961571809619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111957961571809619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111957961571809619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111957961571809619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/40-something-things-im-thankful-for.html' title='40 something things I&apos;m thankful for...'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111944146220704812</id><published>2005-06-22T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T04:57:42.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning</title><content type='html'>I got to work early this morning, 6:20 to be exact.  Whew!  I spent the night at my mom's last night, stayed up past midnight visiting with my Grandma, slept on the couch and got up at 5:45.  I took a really fast shower.  I had to drip dry cuz there wasn't towel in my mom's guest bathroom or in the linen closet.  I also used dish washing soap to wash my hair, cuz I didn't think to bring shampoo, and my parents were still sleeping.  I managed though in spite of it all, to get myself ready and here.  I hope you all have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111944146220704812?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111944146220704812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111944146220704812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111944146220704812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111944146220704812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/early-morning.html' title='Early Morning'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111927971547616517</id><published>2005-06-20T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T11:08:05.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK...time has passed, now I can share....</title><content type='html'>Ok - enough time has passed and my pride is no longer keeping me from sharing this story, along with the fact that &lt;a href="http://rainbowstars.org/blog"&gt;msthang&lt;/a&gt; posted her little episode on her site, I thought ok Sam, you can share.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm at school, I absolutely never go in the restaurant in the University Center, but the first week of school I had a little over an hour between classes and I was starving. I thought, "I'll go over their get something to eat and read my book". Little did I know that it was like junior high cheerleading camp at UTA. Don't ask me, but there were about 15 different groups of very young teenage girls in here at this point. And it's about 4:45 p.m. I thought it strange, but I had already paid my money, so I was there. I had my backpack which is impossible to carry along with anything else, so I find a table in the corner and push my stuff back in the booth, I put a note pad on the table in hopes that people would realize that the table is taken. I go get a tray and a salad, all the while trying to keep an eye on my stuff. I'm walking back to the table, tray in hand, looking at the table trather than where I am going, and step right in a puddle of something wet. My foot slides out from under me, and I do a sort of break dance move, one leg out, the under underneath me, and catch myself with my free hand. Good thing is, I didn't drop the tray, salad was still in tact, I managed to stand up quickly in one large lunge, and carefully walk to my table. The only comment "Oh, good job, at least you saved the food." I gave him my "shut the **** up look", along with my smug fake "you think you're funny" grin, and went on about my business. It only hurt my pride, but I think I'm all patched up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111927971547616517?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111927971547616517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111927971547616517&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111927971547616517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111927971547616517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/oktime-has-passed-now-i-can-share.html' title='OK...time has passed, now I can share....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111897956497442943</id><published>2005-06-16T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:39:24.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thursday</title><content type='html'>It's been a good day - I got up early, for Thursday anyway - I actually don't have to be anywhere until 2:00 p.m.  on Thursdays, so I've been sleeping in some, but I got up before 8:00 this morning, and did a little errand running, and shopping (not buying, just looking) Oh, I take that back,   I did buy stuff at the Dollar General this morning, just hygeine stuff and some Sweet Mesquite BBQ Pringles.  They're my newest crave.  I so stole that phrase off my brother, Eddo.  He said it like two years ago, and occasionally it pops in my head and out of my mouth "my newest crave"  He probably doesn't say it anywmore, I know my brother and the phrase was probably something he used for about a week, then moved on to something new.......Anyway, back to me.  (hee,hee) I took a Calculus test today, it went pretty well, not as well as I hoped, I so thought "I got this" goin into it, but when I sat down, my jaw dropped, and I kinda stared at the paper for a second, it looked like it was written in Greek.  I skipped the first question, then the second and went to the last 8, they all went well.  So I went back to the first two and answered them.  We'll see how it goes.   Hope your day was happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111897956497442943?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111897956497442943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111897956497442943&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111897956497442943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111897956497442943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-thursday.html' title='Happy Thursday'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111885225126296554</id><published>2005-06-15T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T09:19:36.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just figured out how to post some pictures, but this is all I have on this computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2718/640/78992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2718/320/78992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava after she played with her Mary Kay makeup kit &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111885225126296554?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111885225126296554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111885225126296554&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111885225126296554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111885225126296554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-figured-out-how-to-post-some.html' title='I just figured out how to post some pictures, but this is all I have on this computer'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111885220098724151</id><published>2005-06-15T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T09:16:40.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2718/640/eddo2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2718/320/eddo2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother...the best brother in the world&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111885220098724151?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111885220098724151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111885220098724151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111885220098724151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111885220098724151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111885192365475022</id><published>2005-06-15T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T09:22:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2718/640/cowboysam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2718/320/cowboysam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy Lava &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me playing around....I don't ususally wear a cowboy hat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111885192365475022?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111885192365475022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111885192365475022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111885192365475022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111885192365475022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/cowboy-lava-this-is-me-playing-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111885196391930274</id><published>2005-06-15T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T09:12:43.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2718/640/Sam%20in%20snow.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2718/320/Sam%20in%20snow.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava in Snow&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111885196391930274?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111885196391930274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111885196391930274&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111885196391930274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111885196391930274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/lava-in-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111884220839818708</id><published>2005-06-15T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T06:30:08.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Update</title><content type='html'>This just in, the provisional ballots have been counted.  Of the 19, 7 were counted.  6 of the votes were for Garza (the incumbent that originally lost by 8 votes) and 1 of them was for Patton (the challenger)....so - the incumbent lost by 3 votes!  He originally won the last election by one vote, till the tie.....man this is close!  If I was him, I would demand a recount! Not really, I know me pretty well, I'd concede and move out of town.  I hate losing.  Then I would start my own City call it Lava Town, and proclaim myself Mayor.  hee hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111884220839818708?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111884220839818708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111884220839818708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111884220839818708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111884220839818708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/election-update.html' title='Election Update'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111880595057836188</id><published>2005-06-14T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T06:21:08.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful Day in the Neighborhood ...</title><content type='html'>It was a beautiful day, a little warm for me, but beautiful all the same. I actually got all of my homework done before class, ran a few errands, and went to school. I got out of my first class early and went to a little chinese restaurant near my school and had Chicken Lo Mein and read. As I said before, I'm reading "The Last Juror" by John Grisham. It's really good so far, I'd definitely recommend it. Then I went to my calculus class, I have a test on Thursday and I so thought my instructor was going to review today or give us some hint of what was going to be on it, he didn't. This was the only not so beautiful part of my day, BUT THEN he said the test will be ten questions, 8 of which will be multiple choice. I was ecstatic. "Now that's beautiful" I thought to myself......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111880595057836188?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111880595057836188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111880595057836188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111880595057836188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111880595057836188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-beautiful-day-in-neighborhood.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful Day in the Neighborhood ...'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111869032930637123</id><published>2005-06-13T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:18:49.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Luck</title><content type='html'>I have had the best lunch luck lately.....last week, I was working away and got a call from a couple of the guys I work with and they invited me to come have lunch with them.  I thought it was a little strange, but I said, ok, what the heck....I dropped what I was doing and off I went.  They ordered my food before I got there and it arrived at the table the same time I did.  That was cool, but then they insisted on paying as well.  How nice was that?  Anyway, I went to lunch with two of my friends on Friday, and a different guy that we work with came in to get a "take-out" order,a nd he threw monay on our table and said to put it toward out bill, of course it covered our bill!  Free lunch again!  Well today, I went to lunch with a friend and we just ordered some chips and queso and diet cokes, but she insisted on paying, even after I tried and tried.   THEN, I got back to work and my other friend brought me barbecue and potato salad!  What's up with this......I gotta say...feels like Lunch Luck to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111869032930637123?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111869032930637123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111869032930637123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111869032930637123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111869032930637123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/lunch-luck.html' title='Lunch Luck'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111868112098301670</id><published>2005-06-13T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:45:20.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days later.....</title><content type='html'>It's Monday, two days after the election, the election was close, but it's not over yet.  The tenative winner is 8 votes ahead, but there are 19 provisional ballots, how many will get counted, we won't know until tomorrow!!  It could change the outcome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111868112098301670?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111868112098301670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111868112098301670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111868112098301670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111868112098301670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-days-later.html' title='Two days later.....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111849498092065559</id><published>2005-06-11T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T06:05:20.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day (2nd time around)</title><content type='html'>Picture it, 2005, Sanger Texas. Small town of 5000 residents. The battle is on. On May 7, 2005 the general election was held. One Incumbent was beat out by his opponent....by a landslide. One Incumbent maintained his place on City Council, and the third, well...on Election Day the vote was counted and the Incumbent won by one vote; however, there was a catch. Three provisional ballots had been cast. These ballots went to the County and out of the three one had to be counted. We held our breaths, the results were in...It was a TIE! The first time in the City of Sanger this had happened. The panic set in, a run-off election was ahead.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle begun.....citizens spoke up like never before, speaking out at Council meetings, writing letters to the editor, the campaign ads began like crazy. One Councilman that lost the election put a sign on his truck...."We want Sanger not Springerville".....Mr. Springer was campaigning for all three of the opponents, not the incumbents. Election signs are everywhere......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today, June 11th, is the day of the run-off. I got up at 5:45 a.m. took my shower, and jumped in the car for the drive, on my way the phone began ringing, "How is it going so far?" was the first question. My response..."Uh...It's not even 7:00 yet, I'm not even there" (polls don't open till 7:00), apologies, and a bit later another call "where are you" ..."on my way" I reply to the stress filled voice on the other end of the receiver. I pull up in front of City Hall. I look around, and there are no signs posted. No "Vote Here", No "Pollig Place", and No distance markers as required. I whip around the side of the building, dash inside and with panic in my voice, I say "Rose - signs!" She raises her eyebrows, her mouth drops open in pure shock, she points dramatically to the West wall,a nd says "hurry, go, there in my office" I drop my personal effects, and dash to the other side of the building, grab the signs and a stapler since I can't find a hammer, and run outside to the locations 100 feet away from the building, and pound the signs into the ground with the bottom side of my stapler. I check my watch - 7:00, I made it just in time...what in the world would they do without me? I guess they would be signless. It's a good thing I decided to come to work this morning! I'll let you know how it turns out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111849498092065559?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111849498092065559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111849498092065559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111849498092065559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111849498092065559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/election-day-2nd-time-around.html' title='Election Day (2nd time around)'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111845895068964152</id><published>2005-06-10T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T20:03:39.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Names</title><content type='html'>I came across this poem today and I thought it was cute, I always call people nick names at work, i don't know what it is, but I can't help it. Thing is a couple of weeks ago I called this lady the name I always call her, well her name is Irma and she is only about 4'10" if that, and I always called her Irma Squirma. I never really thought about it, but one day she kinda griped at me cuz I said it in front of someone, so I apologized and told her I wouldn't do it anymore. I felt bad, I didn't realize that it bothered her. Today, for some reason, I started calling her Irm, just left the "a"off, I got a look, I don't think she liked that one either. Anyway - here's the poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Names by Kenn Nesbitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt calls me "Elizabeth."&lt;br /&gt;My grandma calls me "Liz."&lt;br /&gt;My sister calls me "Lisa,"&lt;br /&gt;and the baby calls me "Wiz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle calls me "Betty,"&lt;br /&gt;while my grandpa calls me "Beth."&lt;br /&gt;My brother calls me "Dizzy Liz"&lt;br /&gt;or sometimes "Lizard Breath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher calls me "Betsy,"&lt;br /&gt;and my friends all call me "Bess."&lt;br /&gt;I find these nicknames more annoying&lt;br /&gt;than you'd ever guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would call me&lt;br /&gt;by my real name instead.&lt;br /&gt;I simply hate those nicknames;&lt;br /&gt;see, my real name is Fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should be nicer and just call people by their names......I'm gonna try, we'll see how well I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111845895068964152?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111845895068964152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111845895068964152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111845895068964152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111845895068964152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/nick-names.html' title='Nick Names'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111843527267004961</id><published>2005-06-10T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T13:27:52.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Déjà vu</title><content type='html'>I experienced it today.  Really weird, but nice.  I actually love the experience of feeling like I have done this before or been here before, it's familiar, and I love familiar territory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to look up Déjà vu because I wasn't real sure how to spell it, and I found an actual meaning for it in the &lt;em&gt;Skeptic's Dictionary&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjà vu is French for "already seen." Déjà vu is an uncanny feeling or illusion of having already seen or experienced something that is being experienced for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from &lt;em&gt;How stuff Works&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term déjà vu is French and means, literally, "already seen." Those who have experienced the feeling describe it as an overwhelming sense of familiarity with something that shouldn't be familiar at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought this was cool, and wanted you to know that I experienced this uncanny feeling today, and I loved it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111843527267004961?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111843527267004961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111843527267004961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111843527267004961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111843527267004961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/dj-vu.html' title='Déjà vu'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111836954924151254</id><published>2005-06-09T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T19:13:22.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take another little piece of my heart....</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love Janice Joplin? I do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on! Come On! Come On! and&lt;br /&gt;take it, take another little piece of my heart now, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Break another little piece of my heart, darling, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Have another little piece of my heart, baby, baby, baby,&lt;br /&gt;You know you got it, if it makes you feel good.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in all areas of life people can relate.....love, and everything else......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111836954924151254?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111836954924151254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111836954924151254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111836954924151254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111836954924151254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/take-another-little-piece-of-my-heart.html' title='Take another little piece of my heart....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111824743207563690</id><published>2005-06-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T09:17:12.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say the good things.....</title><content type='html'>Today I was walking through my office and one of my co-workers said "man you look skinny" and another one agreed.  It made me feel good, especially since I wasn't feeling like I looked to great today.  It's been a rough week thus far, I haven't felt good....in fact, yesterday I stayed in bed most of the day, more than half of it anyway.  I feel better today though, and I felt a little extra jolt when I got the compliments, so if you think something good about someone.....say it....you never know what a difference it might make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111824743207563690?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111824743207563690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111824743207563690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111824743207563690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111824743207563690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/say-good-things.html' title='Say the good things.....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111818231741961904</id><published>2005-06-07T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:49:17.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is Hard.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes change is really hard, most times I can pretty much accept it and move on. Lately, I've been working alot on myself and on how I deal with people, as you can probably tell by my last couple of blog entries. I have this friend, that for some reason feels the need to tell me how good or not good I'm doing with this. She told me that I'm not getting better. I really took it to heart and for a moment let it make me feel bad. But the more I thought about it, I thought, ya know, how does she know? She can't tell me if I'm getting better at dealing with my feelings, she's not inside me, and doesn't know what process I go through in my mind to get where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are a lot more outspoken than others, and some people are just plain blunt. I am not. I don't think that makes me weak or wishy washy or even means I'm avoiding a situation. When I say I want to express myself to someone. Usually, I spend a lot of time thinking about the out come and my motivation for what it is I might want to say, and sometimes I don't like the outcome that I see, and sometimes I just realize my motivation is wrong. Sometimes I realize it needs to be said and eventually I say it, but it's hard for me, especially if it might hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is hard, especially when you talk about changing your personality or something about who you are, it's possible, but it's hard. I've been me for 30 years, and I'm going to keep being me, I hope that the people in my life learn to accept me for who I am.  I'm working on me, and better than that, God is still working on me, and you can choose to love the girl in front of you or not. It's your choice, and if you choose to, then by all means....LET ME BE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111818231741961904?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111818231741961904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111818231741961904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111818231741961904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111818231741961904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/change-is-hard.html' title='Change is Hard.'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111811403046765331</id><published>2005-06-06T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:13:50.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toe Blogging</title><content type='html'>I actually decided I was gonna write this blog with my toes, I wasn't feeling too well (still am not) so I reached over with my feet to hit the key when my computer was going to hibernate (to keep it from hibernating)  My friend was like "what are you doing?"  (in a slightly sarcastic tone and I told her I was going to blog with my toes.  I amanaged to get to log in and get to the posting screen, but that's as far as I got.  So - I really don't thin toe blogging is going to catch on...not for me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111811403046765331?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111811403046765331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111811403046765331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111811403046765331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111811403046765331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/toe-blogging.html' title='Toe Blogging'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111807805412140314</id><published>2005-06-06T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T10:14:14.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back!</title><content type='html'>I got the blogger bug back.....I just feel like writing again.  I don't have much to say, but it feels good to finally want to say something.  I started writing on my book again last night, it was great, I only wrote a paragraph because I had other stuff to do, but it felt awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading two books right now, one of them is called "The Last Juror" by John Grisham, so far it's pretty good. The other one is called "Your Erroneous Zone" - It's a self help book.  It talks a lot about not being immobilized by fear, and going ahead and speaking  up and not living your life the way other people wnat you to.  It's good for me.  I ahve a hard time with trying to please everyone, and since that's impossible, I'm, always disappointed,a nd others are disappointed in me.  I realize though that I do it to myself.  I put myself in those positions, and only I can change it.  So I'm gonna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;strong&gt;Self&lt;/strong&gt;-Help books, why do you think they call them &lt;strong&gt;self&lt;/strong&gt;-help? I mean, somebody wrote the book, if you could help yourself you wouldn't need to read a book...right?  If you're reading a book, how is that self help....Isn't that jus Help??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111807805412140314?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111807805412140314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111807805412140314&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111807805412140314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111807805412140314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111798696430746630</id><published>2005-06-05T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T08:56:04.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tales</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish life was more like the story of Cinderella.  Not the evil step sister part or step mother part, just the good stuff.  I guess life can't be only the good part of fairy tails but it would be nice wouldn't it.  Like if Sleeping beauty just took a nap, if Snow white was just able to approach the guy and say "hey what's up?".....instead of going through the whole running from the evil queen and living with dwarfs and all that, I mean what a waste of time.  Life is a lot like fairy tales, the running around part, doing useless stuff  to try to finally get to the point, whatever that may be.  I say we all put the useless stuff aside, step up and say what we want, who we are, and where we want this life to take us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111798696430746630?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111798696430746630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111798696430746630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111798696430746630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111798696430746630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/06/fairy-tales.html' title='Fairy Tales'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111714240724571023</id><published>2005-05-26T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T14:20:07.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure!</title><content type='html'>I have all this pressure to blog, people everywhere asking me why I haven't blogged in like 2 WHOLE WEEKS!!!  What's wrong with me?  I think I have lost my blogability.   I mean, I'm losing interest....Oh no, what to do?  what to do?  I decided that  if I just tried one more time to do a blog entry maybe the blog desire would come back so here goes......Hmmmm....I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my sister is gonna have a baby - that's really awesome, I was trying to talk her into naming it after me, she was very nice and playfully pretended that she ahd considered; however, I know the real truth..the thought never crossed her mind.  That's okay though, I really wasn't offended, cuz I don't wanta name my kid Samantha either......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is in Hawaii, posting all kinds of pictures on his blog....Now, tell me, if you were  in Hawaii, on vacation, would you spend any of your time on the internet? blogging? I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work and I've been trying to write this since about 2:00, for some reason work keeps getting in the way...I'll be back soon...I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111714240724571023?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111714240724571023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111714240724571023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111714240724571023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111714240724571023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/05/pressure.html' title='Pressure!'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111609472078139953</id><published>2005-05-14T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T11:18:40.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Lies</title><content type='html'>1. I love reality TV shows&lt;br /&gt;2. I love it when people talk about me like I'm not in the room&lt;br /&gt;3. I really enjoy getting my eyebrows waxed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting your lip waxed doesn't hurt at all.&lt;br /&gt;5. Life is always fair.&lt;br /&gt;6. You can always get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;7. Spiked Heels are great for mountain climbing, and carrying babies, and wearing around campus.&lt;br /&gt;8. I loved that move "The Aviator"&lt;br /&gt;9. Now that schools out, I wanta go sunbathing.&lt;br /&gt;10. Right now I'm eating prunes and drinking avocado juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111609472078139953?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111609472078139953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111609472078139953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111609472078139953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111609472078139953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-lies.html' title='More Lies'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111582155346858566</id><published>2005-05-11T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T07:25:53.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Days</title><content type='html'>The final days of the semester are upon us!  Finals week.....as previously posted, it's a nightmare!  It's interesting to me though to watch everyone around me...rushing around, copying, studying, reading, writing, sleeping.....yes....sleeping.  It is 9:20 in the morning, mid finals week and I am in the basement of the library at UTA.  The guy sitting at the table with me is sleeping with his face in his book....literally.  He keeps waking up and reading and then his head starts bobbing, and out he goes.  It's hilarious, but I also feel for him, a little.  Oops - he just woke up...he kinda jumped, now he's acting like he was reading all along.  There's a security guard fixing a door and making all kinds of noise, sleepy boy is staring at him like he interrupted his sleep.  I promise you, though he was sleeping good, and that dude's been making noise for a while now, so I don't think that was it at all.  Now he just put on his sunglasses, smiled at me, stood up and left........I guess he's done sleeping.   Now, back to studying I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111582155346858566?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111582155346858566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111582155346858566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111582155346858566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111582155346858566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/05/final-days.html' title='The Final Days'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111559878954271066</id><published>2005-05-08T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T17:33:09.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>I find when no one sees&lt;br /&gt;that I am still the same me&lt;br /&gt;convincing myself&lt;br /&gt;of prominence and urgency&lt;br /&gt;to know what is around me&lt;br /&gt;andto feel the truth about me&lt;br /&gt;and my soul&lt;br /&gt;Will I rest?&lt;br /&gt;Will I breathe?&lt;br /&gt;Will I grow?&lt;br /&gt;Is there time to know&lt;br /&gt;what is really real&lt;br /&gt;or has the time passed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111559878954271066?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111559878954271066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111559878954271066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111559878954271066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111559878954271066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/05/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111514046049033542</id><published>2005-05-03T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T09:58:24.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 lies and 1 truth</title><content type='html'>My brother, at &lt;a href="http://www.postednote.com"&gt;www.postednote.com&lt;/a&gt; (go check him out) did 105 truths and 5 lies on his blog last week, but who in their right mind has that much time on their hands and if they do, wants to share that much information about themselves with the whol eentire world....so I thought I'd tell mostly lies....so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My favorite thing in the world is when people call and call and call me and when I don't return their call within the first hour after they called, they call and call again, and when I finally call them back, they say "I called you earlier, why didn't you answer the phone?"....I just love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Something about me that not anyone else knows is that my favorite foods are mushy gushy ones like jello, and tofu, and oysters, things that slide around.....delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love it when I'm really really busy and someone calls and asks what I'm doing, and I start to tell them , then they interrupt me every other sentence to make sarcastic comments....those are the kind of people I love to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I was a little girl, my parents decided to ground me and my brother and sister for something that none of us would admit too......and I was the one that did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I was younger I used to always hate to admit that I was part black, so I would tell people that I was from a small country called Saladodressinga and that my parents names were Creamy Italian and Balsalmic, and that my real name was Vinagrette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm the biggest fan of Vanilla Ice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111514046049033542?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111514046049033542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111514046049033542&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111514046049033542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111514046049033542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/05/5-lies-and-1-truth.html' title='5 lies and 1 truth'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111478349297649418</id><published>2005-04-29T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T07:04:52.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sittin' on the dockof the bay...</title><content type='html'>Sittin on the dock of the bay, watchin the time role away......time is flying by.  I had to take off work yesterday to do that life plan for my engineering economy class.  I found out onTuesday it was due on Thursday and I thought it was due next week.  I freaked out at first, but then I got it done!  It was 20 pages of report and spreadsheets.  I'm feelin g a little better about things, I don't wanta pull my hair out anymore (for one, I can afford too, there's not that many up there)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does look like there is a possibility of me not keeping my scholarship, if I do as bad as I think in Statics and Dynamics it will pull my GPA down to a 3.47, I need a 3.50 to keep my scholarship, but all hope is not lost.  I got an e-mail with available scholarships from the schol last week, and alot of them onlyi require a 2.75, 3.0 or 3.25, I've got that in the bag!  So - I'm going to apply for all of them and I think I have a good chance of geting one or more of them!  I'm in physics class right now, we are about to go over the program again for our project, so I have to go now.   CIAO for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111478349297649418?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111478349297649418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111478349297649418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111478349297649418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111478349297649418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/04/sittin-on-dockof-bay.html' title='Sittin&apos; on the dockof the bay...'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111445969017796132</id><published>2005-04-25T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T13:08:10.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finals are coming.......yes, run!!!!  They are falling on top of me like a big honkin load of bricks!  AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!  I look right and there's a final, I look left and there's another one......here a final, there a final.....every where a final final...OH McDonald had a farm E I E I O...Oh I got carried away.  I don't mean to stress you out, but let me tell you what's going on .   I have a final project for Physics, my intructor said that he expects 15 to 20 pages to be turned in.  It is deriving equations based on energy laws and plotting graphs based on the reactions of circuits in a circuit simulation program we had to download from the internet.  That's one final.  Then.....I have to do a financial plan for the next 45 years of my life.  That is showing, from the time I graduate, living expenses, home costs, vehicle costs, savings, interest earned and paid, every thing you can think of......that's not a final, just an additional project to do here at the end of the semester along with finals......Let's see, I actually have a circuits analysis final, an engineering economy final and a statics and dynamics final that are all cumulative, meaning they will test over the entire material covered in class!  EEEK!  Now, that's three finals and 2 LARGE Projects all due next week.   what am I gonna do??? Okay - I have to go shoot myself now, I know you'll miss me...Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111445969017796132?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111445969017796132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111445969017796132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111445969017796132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111445969017796132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/04/finals_25.html' title='Finals!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111403532087574476</id><published>2005-04-20T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T15:15:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meka Leka Hi Meka Hiney Ho</title><content type='html'>that title?  I heardit once or twice or more, but I have no idea where.....hmmmm, it just came to mind when I clicked the cursor in the title space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading some of my brother's blog entries (&lt;a href="http://www.postednote.com"&gt;www.postednote.com&lt;/a&gt;) and he has one entitled "The Blog Patrol - Now taking Applications" , here, he indicates that people are out there blogging without proper blogging skills, therefore, their blogs are boring, babbling, stupid or even ugly.  Well, I'm afraid that at times I fall into some of these categories.  Now, thanks to my brother, my blog is defintiely not ugly, so we can scratch that one off the list.  Boring, however, I can admit that sometimes I dont' have very interesting topics, especially after reviewing his topics.  I will do my best to pass the tests of the "Blog Patrol", but you can't expect the excitement you find at postednote.  So - as soon as I think of something blog worthy to write about, I'll be back.  Until then.....love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111403532087574476?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111403532087574476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111403532087574476&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111403532087574476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111403532087574476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/04/meka-leka-hi-meka-hiney-ho.html' title='Meka Leka Hi Meka Hiney Ho'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210998.post-111392066911222428</id><published>2005-04-19T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T07:24:29.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>I never dare to say all that is on my mind for fear that it would be proven true that I am completely insane.  Maybe it's fear that you will think it, although I know it is not true.  I know this because I am the one thinking these thoughts.  Of late, I have become more analytical, but only within my own thoughts, I don't share these thoughts because I know you're not interested.  I only tell you the things I feel you can accept, or will accept, although I know there is nothing about me that deserves your judgement.  The only judgement I deserve, or any of us deserve for that matter is God's judgement.  I am sitting here alone this morning, for a short time only, soonI will be weaved in among others, but I will still feel apart from them.  Lately, I feel a bit displaced.  Although I'm surrounded, and I fit in the chair, my name is on the roll sheet, I recognize the faces around me, it seems, I'm in the wrong spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7210998-111392066911222428?l=lavalocust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/feeds/111392066911222428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7210998&amp;postID=111392066911222428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111392066911222428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7210998/posts/default/111392066911222428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavalocust.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts....'/><author><name>Lava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866479302773006774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/305/samandtheo3ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
