<?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-1780344541719408446</id><updated>2011-09-21T05:24:31.070-07:00</updated><category term='Red Rocks'/><category term='Life'/><category term='what?'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='bad days'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='computers'/><category term='High school'/><category term='Retared'/><category term='thinking'/><title type='text'>My life small and large.</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog of my thoughts.
Or stuff I see as the days go by,
Large and small
with some bad spelling mixed in.
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Raine</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-8300950531526429695</id><published>2011-08-21T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T15:06:38.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IBD Bitches!</title><content type='html'>I Have IBD(I think). &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inflammatory_bowel_disease"&gt;Inflammatory bowel disease&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had it all my life, My Aunt, wife and I think. Its been a minor problem.&lt;br /&gt;But last November, It suddenly say "HI! Guess what, every thing you eat, and drink will make you hurt." Not a lot. It was worrying. It was close to my Appendix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 days of this I called it quits. I went to the ER. After A few min, and a check in I get CaT scan. MY colon was HUGE! I could not eat, for two days. when i did It came back up. After a week of that. and Missing Thanksgiving dinner to boot. I was out of work for that same week. Yea, not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! two days before this, I got my Insurance... Yea, That was luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now close to a year later. I looked back today and Thought... Wow. That was a life changing week. I cant Eat Chicken, or any bird. and I LOVED chicken. My wife has need affected by this too, we cant eat the same food like we did. My family has to make other food just for me. Its annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant eat salty food as well. That has had not real changes, I hate salty foods. I did eat a LOT of Top Ramon. Well the Pasta. I stopped that bad habit tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Really Bad, Rancid Gas. I clear Rooms now and then. Its annoying, and sickening at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There times I wake up sick, or with had headaches. Other times I cants sleep. Just cant.( I don't know if this does with the IBD or not...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more But Its get gross. Really Gross...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-8300950531526429695?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/8300950531526429695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=8300950531526429695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8300950531526429695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8300950531526429695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2011/08/ibd-bitches.html' title='IBD Bitches!'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-6905974075285447798</id><published>2010-02-13T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T08:15:36.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVE Part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, Shona and i got talking and it have been dertmend she agrees with the Wall E liking. Also, the Who is Who. IS who is EVE and Who is Wall E. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wall E Is a Hard working, curious little Bot. Even after 800 Years, Is still doing its job, and surviving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eve is a fast learner, and quick mover. Sleek, and New. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are dedicated to the tasked given, and doing any thing at the start. In the end, it was about Them two and not the Plant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a good long talk, Im Eve, and Shona is Wall E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-6905974075285447798?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/6905974075285447798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=6905974075285447798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/6905974075285447798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/6905974075285447798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2010/02/eve-part-two.html' title='EVE Part two'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-3491480266270698970</id><published>2010-02-11T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:07:16.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVE</title><content type='html'>I just got done watching Wall-E. And for the frist time a a few months i put down my note book... and watched.&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i liked it. A lot... thats saying somthing, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It remind me of Shona and I... I feel compleate. watching it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now have to watch it tomorrow... It now added to the Harry Potter list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats 23 moves long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry Potter 6* movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star wars 6 movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Underworld 3 moves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the Heage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wall E  *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pitch Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riddick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinker bell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOTR all 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(*) Means that My Wife is sick and tired of the movie or soon will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-3491480266270698970?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/3491480266270698970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=3491480266270698970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/3491480266270698970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/3491480266270698970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2010/02/eve.html' title='EVE'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-8549511382172008201</id><published>2010-02-04T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:14:15.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>Were to i start... I dont know were... or when...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-8549511382172008201?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/8549511382172008201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=8549511382172008201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8549511382172008201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8549511382172008201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2010/02/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-8330710141859271614</id><published>2010-01-26T00:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:40:27.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friends...WHAT!?!!"</title><content type='html'>What does your friend list say about you?&lt;br /&gt;If its on My Space, FaceBook, or Any other Network site.&lt;br /&gt;Im picky on Facebook. I Have been thinking about Pulling a Dick move, and see if any body can or does pay attention to my Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;My Friends, and you know who you are, cuz more than likely your reading this, are safe. But the rest, will be cleared.  I dont know, im still thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My space, I Really dont care about. its more annoying than anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-8330710141859271614?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/8330710141859271614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=8330710141859271614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8330710141859271614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8330710141859271614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2010/01/friendswhat.html' title='&quot;Friends...WHAT!?!!&quot;'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-7740791871422894635</id><published>2010-01-08T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:30:54.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pome- Dream</title><content type='html'>I had a dream about you. and how i feel about you...&lt;br /&gt;and how you feel about me...&lt;br /&gt;SO much... Feeling! and yet... SO little at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I feel love, and hate... Not all for me, but for every one&lt;br /&gt;love was in the air between us. not its gone.&lt;br /&gt;I huged you, and you just looked a way... I don't know what i did to you&lt;br /&gt;but the love is gone... not going to return. its now hate.. and I STILL dont know what i did!&lt;br /&gt;damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, this is not about shona, or any of my friend, or past Girlfriends)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-7740791871422894635?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/7740791871422894635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=7740791871422894635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7740791871422894635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7740791871422894635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2010/01/pome-dream.html' title='Pome- Dream'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-8737737966331639958</id><published>2010-01-03T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:39:37.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you so!</title><content type='html'>"I told you so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear that lot... at work, and at home, walking down the street, and on the radio. (I dont watch tv.)&lt;br /&gt;and yet..&lt;br /&gt;I TRY not to to say that. I make my moves vary, vary planed to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the rear occasion, i can, tend not to...&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-8737737966331639958?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/8737737966331639958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=8737737966331639958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8737737966331639958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8737737966331639958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-told-you-so.html' title='I told you so!'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-2132582597669508081</id><published>2010-01-01T11:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:33:00.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my drive train failed, but we got a new to my family car, that need some work, and getting one more today, they hope.&lt;br /&gt;next week, my truck gets fixed, and there are 3 working vehicles. 5 jobs, and a good look to this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, some times I can piss people off with my ideas, and my reasons, but I always have a point for making them, and I dont Force them on to people. I will fight for the, if the other side does not have a good counter point... (that comes from Dana) but I will stand down if the other side has a better point i cant counter. (that rare, even to my self. I can auger to my self, to see how good of chance i have of winning, that is why i pick my battles so well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same, I hate to fight. but I DO not give up that easily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-2132582597669508081?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/2132582597669508081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=2132582597669508081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/2132582597669508081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/2132582597669508081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-4712517638981168360</id><published>2009-12-31T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:09:58.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year, Decade, and SO on</title><content type='html'>As the year ends, so does a decade. As the Ball falls, I will will be writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;The Calendar year ends, Yet My year is still going.&lt;br /&gt;This day is not a big deal to me. Its Not my new year. My birthday is my new year. Plus i HATE The damn song that plays.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a LONG DAY...&lt;br /&gt;The Drive Train On my Truck failed. The rear yolk failed, while going down the read...&lt;br /&gt;Its a vary good thing it did were and when it did. Plus, i can fix it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every one that Has This day, the 31 of dec as a birthday, Happy New year! to every one that does not, Happy NEW Calendar time! GO BUY ONE! you'll need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good thought, I hope Every one Has a better Year that last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-4712517638981168360?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/4712517638981168360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=4712517638981168360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/4712517638981168360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/4712517638981168360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-decade-and-so-on.html' title='Year, Decade, and SO on'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-8489817360271475866</id><published>2009-12-29T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:16:58.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True self...</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to post something  a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Bleach a lot, while i have been, i have been thinking what is The True Self...&lt;br /&gt;I know I am good, and cant be evil, UNLESS I HAVE TO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, My Resolve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-8489817360271475866?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/8489817360271475866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=8489817360271475866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8489817360271475866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8489817360271475866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/12/true-self.html' title='True self...'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-1878232565104858226</id><published>2009-12-26T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:57:00.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what?'/><title type='text'>The "hug"</title><content type='html'>Were I work, I see a lot of people i know. Some i like to talk to. some i dont, and some are a susprise to see.&lt;br /&gt;and most fo the time its&lt;br /&gt;"JAMIE!! HI!" with a hug, and a short talk, and i go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;some people I dont hug cuz im not really friends with them they are friends with my wife... but there is still a talk.&lt;br /&gt;some people I want a to see if ill get a hug, and most of the time, i do.&lt;br /&gt;and some im susprised i dont get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power of the "hug."&lt;br /&gt;Hugs are used for Love, and caring. some times is to let some one know there are liked, and are friends. I hug my wife a lot, to show her i love her. i hug my friends, to let then know i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some times, a hug can destroy every thing. one person can think its a bad thing, or in some parts of the world, touching can be a vary bad thing...&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-1878232565104858226?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/1878232565104858226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=1878232565104858226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/1878232565104858226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/1878232565104858226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/12/hug.html' title='The &quot;hug&quot;'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-8904737981173301672</id><published>2009-12-23T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:35:05.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>they might be giants song "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQd4tAQJT_M"&gt;Older&lt;/a&gt;" has it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant Bleave its The Eve of Christmas! So much has changed! Its Hard to Tell! I still have my wife. I still have my idea of life. Still Change... I Live with my In laws, and Love it! Yes, there are hard times, fights and so on, but that's life. I have gotten better with my self. My self dought is gone. At my newish job, I dont ask a lot of qustens like i once did. I stand up for my self and others. I Defend my self, and my friends. every day I get better some how. We also, have grown more at a couple. Shona is getting better at standing up for her self.&lt;br /&gt;Its just wow... SO many things!&lt;br /&gt;Dana has changed. he is clamer, and has a girl friend. she is a good match for him. she is also vary nice. trying to hard to be an aught tho...&lt;br /&gt;my taste is music is WAY differnt. I love new rock, and local music. I have... changed. I am more of an adult and still a kid. I have more fun, and feel better. Healthy, happy, and in love, still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Any one that read this, know that I will work every day, to better my self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-8904737981173301672?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/8904737981173301672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=8904737981173301672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8904737981173301672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8904737981173301672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/12/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-8797168047946261347</id><published>2009-11-12T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:07:59.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big things and small times</title><content type='html'>Some days, things go well others, not so much. What do you do when you need things to get better but wont?&lt;br /&gt;I have thought about that for years, and i still dont know. I still wonder why im were i am... why i LOVE Shona so, and why do have to struggle to damn hard for what others dont have to. Its pains me SO much how much of a berdun i am to every one. But at the same, I hold them up as well. Some days, i am the only one that can stop every thing from falling to hell. Others i am the one to summon hell...&lt;br /&gt;I say thins to get ot off my back. Not that any one reads this blog yet. So i fell safe in saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I need to get programing down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RaInE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-8797168047946261347?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/8797168047946261347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=8797168047946261347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8797168047946261347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8797168047946261347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-things-and-small-times.html' title='Big things and small times'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-2307974916541518963</id><published>2009-09-03T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:46:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the Horse</title><content type='html'>Im Going back to school&lt;br /&gt;GOD! How i have missed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-2307974916541518963?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/2307974916541518963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=2307974916541518963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/2307974916541518963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/2307974916541518963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-on-horse.html' title='Back on the Horse'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-3145881590178220129</id><published>2009-08-27T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:49:33.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life&lt;br /&gt;is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;hell...&lt;br /&gt;heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yet we live. Still, and tell death. Death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why. and Yet they do, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Love can stop everything! Also, it can destroy every thing.&lt;br /&gt;Wars have started over love. Love over a God, and the fellow man. some say love can but a stopper on death. Love for items as well. Some compare love to the items they have. Items they cant take with after death no matter haw bad they want to. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ancient&lt;/span&gt; Egyptians thought they did. Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coarse&lt;/span&gt;, it was MUCH later they are way off. All the same. It does not matter. What does, is love. Love that can not be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“god made family to comfort--but he made friends to understand “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends come and go, Best friends leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Footprints&lt;/span&gt; on your heart."&lt;br /&gt;Saki, not the drink. But some one I once knew. She was... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Special&lt;/span&gt;. She showed me who I am. In the short time I knew her. She helped me. and Yet, no matter how much i want to thank her, i cant not. That is my pain. Saki Chi. I will not say her name. Out of respect he her. If she does read this.&lt;br /&gt;Saki, Thank you. With you, I will have never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blossomed&lt;/span&gt; it to Me.&lt;br /&gt;you will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saki was not the only one. My Angel, Shelly help a lot as well. Not with my Whole. but my Hollow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt; Shelly, i was missing True Faith. Not only Faith of god. But in People... People I did not know, People i hated at that time. Yet... She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; have never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;... I do think that. I think that her life could have been better. But I will never know.... So that is how things are. Then there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shona&lt;/span&gt;... My Wife, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Whom&lt;/span&gt; I love. I have given my all to her. With full Faith, in her, god, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lasty&lt;/span&gt; my self. If this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;fails&lt;/span&gt;, I fall. with NO one behind me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; is my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this is a hard one for me. For you see, my friends are my family. Not by my choice really. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; how its worked out... My TRUE friends know me better that any one... The ones i call "sister" I feel i can turn to, no matter how bad i feel, or whats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. There is just two (2) My Younger and my Older. I think, no matter what happens, i will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; call them that....&lt;br /&gt;Please wait tell Part two (2)&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-3145881590178220129?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/3145881590178220129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=3145881590178220129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/3145881590178220129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/3145881590178220129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-1458856658630197260</id><published>2009-07-30T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:42:54.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Of doom!</title><content type='html'>on monday, there was a hail storm. sudden, and fast.&lt;br /&gt;It was a bout 10 min and 5 of that was in the dark. We lost power. and a lot of ppl lost power.&lt;br /&gt;There was about 6in of hail...&lt;br /&gt;and Fog. and for about an hour, there was lighting. and rivers or water and hail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Lovebutterflys/Hail?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dMaGjxoCen4/SnH21akUeSE/AAAAAAAAB1s/TOp0mgcwBEs/s160-c/Hail.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Lovebutterflys/Hail?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Hail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-1458856658630197260?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/1458856658630197260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=1458856658630197260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/1458856658630197260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/1458856658630197260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/07/hail-of-doom.html' title='Hail Of doom!'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dMaGjxoCen4/SnH21akUeSE/AAAAAAAAB1s/TOp0mgcwBEs/s72-c/Hail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-4541233663737612140</id><published>2009-07-08T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:44:33.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more reson</title><content type='html'>One more reason older women should not have kids.&lt;br /&gt;There bodies are not made to take it. the body resistant to every thing i have seen tried. So the woman suffers, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know the reason why. but that is what i see. sadly like some ppl that have kids, is could have been avoided with some form of a birth controll or the morning after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-4541233663737612140?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/4541233663737612140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=4541233663737612140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/4541233663737612140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/4541233663737612140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-more-reson.html' title='One more reson'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-170448269086976617</id><published>2009-06-28T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:31:23.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 3 3 7</title><content type='html'>1337!&lt;br /&gt;Leet, Better than you.&lt;br /&gt;No you aint! your a fool, a tool&lt;br /&gt;wanna be, hacker! you sit and play Halo all day. your killed 5 360s!&lt;br /&gt;one three three seven, your just a fool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-170448269086976617?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/170448269086976617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=170448269086976617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/170448269086976617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/170448269086976617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-3-3-7.html' title='1 3 3 7'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-2339367037305634792</id><published>2009-04-09T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:56:37.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Wonder and never knowing</title><content type='html'>This is what i have seen in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I often sit at work, with nothing to do, i think...&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why people act the way they do. or why.&lt;br /&gt;but it seams no matter who, my self included, people never know what they have tell its gone.&lt;br /&gt;There is songs about this. book, and movies. Yet, its still that same. and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why...&lt;br /&gt;Or that death makes you realize how you feel about some one. When it "clicks."&lt;br /&gt;and "I love you" leaves you mouth as you fall screaming, asking why! WHY ME!&lt;br /&gt;why... Its one of those things we will never know.&lt;br /&gt;When things get lost, and found we miss it, then forget we lost it. There are few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; that can say" i know whats its like not having..."&lt;br /&gt;the best one is Death... But i will save that for last for its to hard to explain...&lt;br /&gt;Moving&lt;br /&gt;When some one moves. Even if its across town. There is a gap. That is hard to fill. some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; just Move on... put some people cant do that. so some times they think inward of them self's. Become a hermit. I have seen this. Or they get mad, and ever time the person that moved out comes be to visit the person that stayed get mad and has a lash out, over noting. Its because they no longer have that part of them. most people just feel empty and fill It with stuff to do. &lt;br /&gt; Life and death&lt;br /&gt;there has been countless reports of mother that move cars for there kids. OR some ones kid. But some mothers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care about there kid. all they want is the money that the Government gives them. Some mothers, will KILL for there kid. or kill there kid...&lt;br /&gt;That's the thing right? Ever one is different, that that's what's makes Man so much better? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we feel, our Brain size, god? What? That's the thing as well.. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death...&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to understand death. Its not a science we know, and understand. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think it will be. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know much past the body doing stuff. I say stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; there is so much that can happen. Some is what happens normally. Some, not so much...&lt;br /&gt;Its also hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;explaining&lt;/span&gt; death to a kid. Most of the time all they know is that person will no longer be there. Same for a pet.&lt;br /&gt;Death is used for more that life tho, like a car that no longer works. Its Dead. Or a computer... But its all the same meaning. Its Not Working Any More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;br /&gt;Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-2339367037305634792?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/2339367037305634792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=2339367037305634792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/2339367037305634792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/2339367037305634792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/04/wonder-and-never-knowing.html' title='Wonder and never knowing'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-7458335056245769465</id><published>2009-03-03T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:46:23.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockeys Auto and Drive Time In denver</title><content type='html'>I need a car. Just that simple.&lt;div&gt;With a VARY few choices, at hand. We tried two places. Drive time and Rockey's Auto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea... Drive time, PRESSER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you can make the payments! you'll be out of house and home! 180 every two week!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, we cant."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"yes you can"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This remines me as a song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting my wife pissed... we left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drive time, BAD idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then... at the 2ed place, Rockey's Auto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story Short, did not get the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Rockey's was to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Im sorry, with out a COsigher..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they are Vary Nice. and My wife and my friend, met Shageman. The man from the Adds. He was vary nice. "If he has his way, He would approve Every one" Fread, the Sales man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would tell people tp try Rockey's Autos In Denver. you have nothing to loose but some time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-7458335056245769465?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/7458335056245769465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=7458335056245769465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7458335056245769465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7458335056245769465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/03/rockeys-auto-and-drive-time-in-denver.html' title='Rockeys Auto and Drive Time In denver'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-1841144318085506455</id><published>2009-02-24T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:01:24.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PWND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/2009/02/how_to_respond_to_requests_to.php"&gt;http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/2009/02/how_to_respond_to_requests_to.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-1841144318085506455?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/1841144318085506455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=1841144318085506455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/1841144318085506455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/1841144318085506455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/02/pwnd.html' title='PWND!'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-8286565225897052633</id><published>2009-02-07T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:51:53.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Car</title><content type='html'>My first car was in a Ranger, 98 V6 4.0 5 sd Manual.&lt;div&gt;with......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;360000 miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its bouned to die and its on its Death bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what im i to do? get a new car. I hope to Rebiled Marie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what what wroung? A crack in the block, Frount right above the Water bump. and the hedders are bad, so im burnning coolent... never good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i Want to work on it over the Summer. but If i have to sell it, I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But OH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still have hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-8286565225897052633?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/8286565225897052633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=8286565225897052633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8286565225897052633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8286565225897052633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-car.html' title='My first Car'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-6927817034096110495</id><published>2009-01-18T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:11:09.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Saving face&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Face saving (or saving face) refers to maintaining a good self image. People who are involved in a conflict and secretly know they are wrong will often not admit that they are wrong because they don’t want to admit they made a mistake. They therefore continue the conflict, just to avoid the embarrassment of looking bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To avoid this problem, it is important to allow one’s opponents to make concessions gracefully, without having to admit that they made a mistake or backed down. Often a simple change in wording, or an exchange of concessions will help negotiators maintain a positive image, even when they are actually giving in very substantially. Negotiation expert William Ury, (1991, p. 105) recommends that negotiators "go slow to go fast." By moving slowly, negotiators can trade minor concessions, and can focus more on what they have gained than on what they have lost. Superior power is useless, cautions Ury, "if it drives your opponent into a corner and makes him resist you with all his might. Leaving him a way out is a time-honored precept."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One aspect of this principle is the rule of not gloating or bragging when one has won a victory. Gloating makes the other side look bad and feel badly, which can encourage them to withdraw their cooperation with any previous agreements.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorado.edu/conflict/peace/treatment/facesavr.htm"&gt;http://www.colorado.edu/conflict/peace/treatment/facesavr.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I hate saving face. Yet I end up doing about once at work. To one of 3 ppl, or all three pp. Why?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I was asked to. Not Told to asked to.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I was saving face all time in school. Why? I did not want ppl to know I was dyslexic. Now, I Love it. I know I will mess up, wright the wrong number, or say the wrong thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;And ppl know I have it, and they dont care. Hell, my one of my best friend has the same thing. Does the same mess ups. And, its funny to me. She will still up set... think and start to laugh! My wife, hates is tho. Cuz I will also forget things too. Something I have been working on.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Or, just dealing with stupid people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I know some friends that do that...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Or, just acitng nice, when your really an ass hole&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Raine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-6927817034096110495?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/6927817034096110495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=6927817034096110495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/6927817034096110495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/6927817034096110495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2009/01/face.html' title='Face'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-3706674730965613204</id><published>2008-12-26T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:32:34.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season...</title><content type='html'>Well, Its Boxing day in cananda&lt;div&gt;but thats not the point. the point, it did not feel like it at all. I think its cuz of the fact, i dont work at the mall this year. Thats a big part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, im not feeling the normal love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my wife and family. but the happy Christmas feeling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-3706674730965613204?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/3706674730965613204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=3706674730965613204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/3706674730965613204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/3706674730965613204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html' title='tis the season...'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-5153488640316248248</id><published>2008-12-21T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:57:17.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Table Mt. Vet Clinic.</title><content type='html'>Im a kennel tech there. I have been there for less than a month. Well, a two weeks, and i like it. There are some tecks thats i dont get a long with. But that happens no matter were you work at. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tonight was the Christmas party/dinner thing. Me being new, i was not planning on getting any thing. but Low and Behold, i got someting! Every one at the table i was at, was "WFT!??" Its a gift card. But Hell, To me, its the fact im there, and not forgetten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Staff knows getting to know me. That aslo, tell me somthing. They want me to stay. I think i creep some of them out. But thats good. That means they will not bug me. some thing I like. Some of the staff like the fact I can help. They will come ask for my help too! They take the time to know the ppl that work there, and get to know my wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TO me, this means a lot, and i plan on staying for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaymes Raine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-5153488640316248248?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/5153488640316248248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=5153488640316248248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/5153488640316248248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/5153488640316248248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/12/table-mt-vet-clinic.html' title='Table Mt. Vet Clinic.'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-7354283111289208369</id><published>2008-12-14T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:16:46.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HDD blues</title><content type='html'>Well, i got a new Lappy. and Well... Like all thing i get, i droped it.&lt;div&gt;and now the HDD is damaged goods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, its freeking out, and i have to get a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Christmass, and a marry new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rain out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-7354283111289208369?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/7354283111289208369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=7354283111289208369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7354283111289208369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7354283111289208369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/12/hdd-blues.html' title='HDD blues'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-979717036772819567</id><published>2008-11-18T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:33:37.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Programs</title><content type='html'>O_o&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is odd...&lt;br /&gt;I have not had to pay for a mircisoft thing sence i got my lappy last year!&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why they do!&lt;br /&gt;the Office program, costly!&lt;br /&gt;Openoffice? Free! YAY! and its really nice, and its backed by Sun.&lt;br /&gt;and Vista, it nice!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-979717036772819567?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/979717036772819567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=979717036772819567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/979717036772819567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/979717036772819567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/11/programs.html' title='Programs'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-3326532760361903315</id><published>2008-10-09T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:48:40.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At school</title><content type='html'>Well... Im at school, for once I did not go home between classes.  Looking around, there is a lot of people that Act them self.&lt;br /&gt;damn good too.&lt;br /&gt;not many people do that.&lt;br /&gt;I thought my friends were the few that did.&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-3326532760361903315?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/3326532760361903315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=3326532760361903315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/3326532760361903315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/3326532760361903315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-school.html' title='At school'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-8694497772257833990</id><published>2008-10-03T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:53:54.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Rocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Teachers Pt2</title><content type='html'>I just got, at last, my first two homework.&lt;br /&gt;That means, scene we are reusing the same core data for the program, if I mess up, like i did, I did not find out tell just to day.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;a lack up humor.&lt;br /&gt;I bet Every one has made a sex joke&lt;br /&gt;Tho, ALL of my friends would found it funny!&lt;a href="http://wizardcomputerteck.com/mystuff/blackbored.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Pic of it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-8694497772257833990?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/8694497772257833990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=8694497772257833990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8694497772257833990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8694497772257833990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/10/teachers-pt2.html' title='Teachers Pt2'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-5065211051458601600</id><published>2008-09-22T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:21:49.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real you</title><content type='html'>Not every one is smart, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;every one counterattacks them self all the time.&lt;br /&gt;they fight them self in side and out.  weather it's buying an item, or helping some one.  Not every is a bad as some one different. A do it to me self all time time. Its just how things are. No matter whats thats how it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know how to read people, and what the words Really mean. you will see it.&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEYOCjKP8dw"&gt;the reason for this blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-5065211051458601600?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/5065211051458601600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=5065211051458601600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/5065211051458601600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/5065211051458601600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/09/real-you.html' title='The Real you'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-813713834503682979</id><published>2008-09-16T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:37:54.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what?'/><title type='text'>My self</title><content type='html'>I have the idea that magic is real.&lt;br /&gt;ghost are real, and some want to hurt you, some don't.&lt;br /&gt;Haven and hell are at war, and Earth is the battle ground.&lt;br /&gt;We are in the middle of it all.&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to defend my self, and my friends&lt;br /&gt;there is more than one god. Its all a matter of what you think, that can happen. and some times not.&lt;br /&gt;Thats just how i look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-813713834503682979?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/813713834503682979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=813713834503682979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/813713834503682979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/813713834503682979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-self.html' title='My self'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-4913116192574654897</id><published>2008-09-10T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:54:23.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>CSR</title><content type='html'>Customer servers...&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Colorado Mills is the sport store to get some Arrow parts.&lt;br /&gt;Well, tell my brother called, i saw NO ONE!! AT ALL! THAT CAN HELP ME!&lt;br /&gt;i was SO Annoying! AH&lt;br /&gt;so, Yea im not going there any more&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-4913116192574654897?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/4913116192574654897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=4913116192574654897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/4913116192574654897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/4913116192574654897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/09/csr.html' title='CSR'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-3349132939773219875</id><published>2008-09-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:31:21.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>School can be noisey. Im gald i got good headphones.&lt;br /&gt;I cant hear a thing! so i can work, or what ever, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-3349132939773219875?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/3349132939773219875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=3349132939773219875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/3349132939773219875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/3349132939773219875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-4915143977421653292</id><published>2008-09-08T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:16:48.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what?'/><title type='text'>Old school, new school Power School</title><content type='html'>I think there are lots of computer users.&lt;br /&gt;WHY old school. so old, the New school. Every thing be for Windows&lt;br /&gt;Old school, Dos and Win 95-2000&lt;br /&gt;New School WIn XP and Vista&lt;br /&gt;Power School&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Mac School&lt;br /&gt;(The Reason I have Mac in there seprit school, I will Explain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAY old school. Unix, Linux, old Macs:&lt;br /&gt;The people that can speek binary, and not even think about it. They Help make computers and destroy them! The best teachers, will be the Old school uses, and Killah's!&lt;br /&gt;Linux, and old macs, never worry about Viruses, and So on. Cuz the Old macs cant run them! HA! But they can be vary powerful and so cool things. Also, Linux, can run most Scripting. This school can program in there sleep, and the know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old school most old windows, does not mean they know whet thy are doing.&lt;br /&gt;Im in this school. I uses Win 3.1 to 95 and missed 98, ME and 2000. I hoped on to XP, and now Vista. This school uses more Key shortcuts, and less mouse. Slow comp can bug her too, and she may not care. This school has the most viraty in uses. some of them have No clue they are computer retards and dont care&lt;br /&gt;Windows has the most worries when it comes to Virus and Crashes! AHH! get a good anit Virus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Users. Vista.&lt;br /&gt;My wife is this school. Her fist comp has Vista. Needs more Ram...&lt;br /&gt;All this school knows is Vista. some XP and Thats really it.&lt;br /&gt;Some new users are on school computers. so the UAC Is a good thing. But thats Vista's down fall. The UAC. At least it can be turned off.&lt;br /&gt;Vista is the Best and worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need, or just want the best. No matter the cost. &lt;br /&gt;they run HOT and Eat power. This school LOVES Speed, or gloating.&lt;br /&gt;This school can be the bigist Ass holes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just waht i have seen&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-4915143977421653292?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/4915143977421653292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=4915143977421653292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/4915143977421653292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/4915143977421653292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-school-new-school-power-school.html' title='Old school, new school Power School'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-76580820841095049</id><published>2008-09-06T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:44:09.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Rocks'/><title type='text'>Help thoes that need it</title><content type='html'>i will try to help you.&lt;br /&gt;like you do for me&lt;br /&gt;But you want want it. Even tho you ask for it&lt;br /&gt;some say, dear one you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;and why?&lt;br /&gt;cuz you fly off the deep end.&lt;br /&gt;I try, as best as i can. &lt;br /&gt;But i gess as with most thing i do. i fail. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well. there nothing to can do to help you.&lt;br /&gt;cuz you ran from the I DIDs. cuz your a would have, should have, may have.&lt;br /&gt;some days i wanna yell a scheram at you! AHHH  DAMN YOU!~&lt;br /&gt;but that will do no good. I tell you to think happy, and you fly off, thinking i ment It Will Get Better.&lt;br /&gt;The only wahy it will get better, is if you stop thinking bad thing!&lt;br /&gt;RETARED ASS FUKCVER!&lt;br /&gt;AHH DUMB ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times, no matter how i say something, its taken WAY off.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it is. It could be gibberish, and Still&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK YOU RAINE!"&lt;br /&gt;Well, that just runied my day&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-76580820841095049?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/76580820841095049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=76580820841095049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/76580820841095049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/76580820841095049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/09/help-thoes-that-need-it.html' title='Help thoes that need it'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-3309970814072343908</id><published>2008-09-02T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:40:52.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrome dome</title><content type='html'>Well, im tring the Google Chrome Web Browser and so far, its different.&lt;br /&gt;Its really streamlined. and differnt.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, AOHELL and Chrome, dont get a long. AIM Crashed&lt;br /&gt;but its good so far&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-3309970814072343908?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/3309970814072343908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=3309970814072343908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/3309970814072343908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/3309970814072343908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/09/chrome-dome.html' title='Chrome dome'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-2550573397125473843</id><published>2008-08-30T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:20:38.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how we all die</title><content type='html'>this is a story of how the we all die...&lt;br /&gt;we find out we must move out. No matter what we do. &lt;br /&gt;Jake get pissed and stomped Kat to death. then he just falls over and dies. (killing curse By Jamie) Kendra seeing Jake die, run a way. Going AWOL. Jamie, after casting the Killing Curse, get fried working on a computer. Shone meanwhile, gets stapled at Staples. &lt;br /&gt;Kendell, who was talking he her Cell, get pissed on by James that some how, that kills her.. At the Site od that Rio gets fed up, and just Kills with him car. Caesy get out, and kills Danny. After that whole mess mom must go to work, and work her self to death. Alex stoed a way in the car, ad chopped Lucky to death. Alex looses grip on the knife and it flys in to Mikes last good eye, using the same Knife, kills him self!!!&lt;br /&gt;All cuz we had to move out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is fake. poorly made by Me. &lt;br /&gt;but we did get kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-2550573397125473843?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/2550573397125473843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=2550573397125473843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/2550573397125473843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/2550573397125473843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-we-all-die.html' title='how we all die'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-7982295611654988900</id><published>2008-08-29T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:37:58.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Rocks'/><title type='text'>The RIPING!</title><content type='html'>1) I will not engage in any argumentative(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so i will not be told that im not right&lt;/span&gt;) or disruptive dialog during class time.  Disruptive behavior, inappropriate language or any form of disrespect towards a fellow student or the instructor will not be tolerated. More than one episode of disruptive behavior during a single class period will result in the student being asked to leave. This will count as one absence(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so i dont have to deal with you&lt;/span&gt; (See the Attendance section below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Disruptions in subsequent class periods will result in the student visiting with the Department Chair/VP of Computer Technology.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Icuz i dont have time to deal with you sad ass&lt;/span&gt;  The student will have to receive permission to return to class.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think the Chir will let Me go back&lt;/span&gt; This also will count as one absence (See the Attendance section below). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Using the computer for any activity other than following along during a lecture or participating in a group activity/workshop is not acceptable. (Unacceptable computer activities include: surfing the web,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really? thenh why do you have the net?&lt;/span&gt; checking e-mail,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wtf?&lt;/span&gt; accessing inappropriate websites,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thiis one i get&lt;/span&gt; working on assignments for other classes,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but there are ppl that have to mulit task! &lt;/span&gt; and playing games&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this is a game making calss... il Exploring game tipes&lt;/span&gt;. The instructor reserves the right to determine whether a computer activity is appropriate.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I get that but what if the student thinks its class related? or on there notebook?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENDANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are absent when an assignment is given, it is your responsibility to obtain the assignment from another student,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ok, waht if no student is willing to help you?&lt;/span&gt; as I do not bring handouts to the class after they have been distributed. If you are absent due to an emergency situation, arrangements must be made with the instructor on the day you return to school, for make‑up‑work. In class assignments cannot be made up,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WFT why not!&lt;/span&gt; as they require your participation in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\For non‑emergency absences, all assignments are due on the assigned dates.  (See Assignments for point deductions).  If an exam/quiz is missed on a non‑emergency absence an essay exam will be administered.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ok... that does not make a lot of sence.. &lt;/span&gt; The instructor will determine whether the absence is a non-emergency.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OH MY GOD! waht if you girlfriend, boy friend, and so on was waning to kill them self? and you dont care? or its not an emergency to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I give you the opportunity to correct an exam and you are absent during that class period, you will not be permitted to correct the exam at a later time.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; more reason im not in the calass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are more than 10 minutes late to the class you may sign the roll sheet; however, this will be considered a “tardy.” Three (3) “tardies” are equivalent to one absence. For every two classes you miss, your grade will drop one letter grade&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Im so glad i miss the one day... so i know NEVER to get this teacher if i can help it.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WFT MAN!!&lt;br /&gt;some ppl man&lt;br /&gt;Riane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-7982295611654988900?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/7982295611654988900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=7982295611654988900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7982295611654988900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7982295611654988900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/08/riping.html' title='The RIPING!'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-8800812659845489581</id><published>2008-08-29T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:38:04.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Rocks'/><title type='text'>Teachers</title><content type='html'>We all have be to school.&lt;br /&gt;we all had the teachers that we SWEAR! there an alien!! and they just want to be mean and make us cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Im fast to judge teachers. I have to be picky cuz of my dyslexia.&lt;br /&gt;the best teacher? Mike Mott. RRCC A+ teacher. gave me the Best quote.&lt;br /&gt;"your delt a hand a few cards short, and its you job to make do with that."&lt;br /&gt; Vary true. "Life keeps on 'lifeing'"&lt;br /&gt;If the teacher does not know that. i will not be in the class unless i have to.&lt;br /&gt;I have a chaotic life. never has one day been the same sence i got done with High school.&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, i can't handel being told,&lt;br /&gt;If you dont come, i will drop you letter grade, even if your doing really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im want to copy and past want the the Syllabus said. but i will do parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1) I will not engage in any argumentative or disruptive dialog during class time.  Disruptive behavior, inappropriate language or any form of disrespect towards a fellow student or the instructor will not be tolerated. More than one episode of disruptive behavior during a single class period will result in the student being asked to leave. This will count as one absence (See the Attendance section below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Disruptions in subsequent class periods will result in the student visiting with the Department Chair/VP of Computer Technology.  The student will have to receive permission to return to class. This also will count as one absence (See the Attendance section below). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Using the computer for any activity other than following along during a lecture or participating in a group activity/workshop is not acceptable. (Unacceptable computer activities include: surfing the web, checking e-mail, accessing inappropriate websites, working on assignments for other classes, and playing games. The instructor reserves the right to determine whether a computer activity is appropriate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENDANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are absent when an assignment is given, it is your responsibility to obtain the assignment from another student, as I do not bring handouts to the class after they have been distributed. If you are absent due to an emergency situation, arrangements must be made with the instructor on the day you return to school, for make‑up‑work. In class assignments cannot be made up, as they require your participation in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\For non‑emergency absences, all assignments are due on the assigned dates.  (See Assignments for point deductions).  If an exam/quiz is missed on a non‑emergency absence an essay exam will be administered. The instructor will determine whether the absence is a non-emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I give you the opportunity to correct an exam and you are absent during that class period, you will not be permitted to correct the exam at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are more than 10 minutes late to the class you may sign the roll sheet; however, this will be considered a “tardy.” Three (3) “tardies” are equivalent to one absence. For every two classes you miss, your grade will drop one letter grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to be absent, please call and leave a message on my voice mail"&lt;br /&gt;sorce: www.RRCC.edu/blackboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats makes me Really not wanting to go. &lt;br /&gt;TO me, that saying&lt;br /&gt;"SCHOOL IS YOUR LIFE! GET A ROOM AND LIFE IN THIS CLASS! NO OTHERS OVER MY CLASS!"&lt;br /&gt;Yea... i missed the first day. Im glad i did&lt;br /&gt;i miss nothing i don't know a bout!&lt;br /&gt;so, im boak to 12 crt hours. still full time. &lt;br /&gt;Im so going to rip this a part...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-8800812659845489581?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/8800812659845489581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=8800812659845489581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8800812659845489581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/8800812659845489581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers.html' title='Teachers'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-452126581835875984</id><published>2008-08-27T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:06:10.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Rocks'/><title type='text'>school computers</title><content type='html'>Even tho, we have a log in system and every thing, i still dont like useing school computers. With Vista and all. nope. still No. not at all.&lt;br /&gt;The lack of access and real controll and its not mine. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-452126581835875984?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/452126581835875984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=452126581835875984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/452126581835875984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/452126581835875984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-computers.html' title='school computers'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-4400206230554088155</id><published>2008-08-24T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:55:18.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retared'/><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>Why do we go to church?&lt;br /&gt;I have thought that quieten over many months.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a good reason to go any more. I did have one years a go. But that reason in long lost. That reason was Mark. He was the youth pastor. WAS.&lt;br /&gt;Even the Church can be tossed in the politics of life. he had to start his church. By that time, I changed the Idea of God. and SO on.&lt;br /&gt;I have reasons NOT to go.&lt;br /&gt;some are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Uber dudes!&lt;br /&gt;the ones that think the Inweb is the Deviles Playground, but watch tv. TV some ubers will say is the devils playground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The G-Zombies&lt;br /&gt;The ones that give up there free will. and try to make you do the same. some even with the thereat of violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones that think they cant do any thing with out praying first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just the few i dealt with is my chruch...&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-4400206230554088155?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/4400206230554088155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=4400206230554088155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/4400206230554088155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/4400206230554088155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/08/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-4402819095439781780</id><published>2008-08-11T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:47:00.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><title type='text'>kcab gnikool (looking back)</title><content type='html'>I will never say I have had a bad life. but it was not good.&lt;br /&gt;Its not just one that that started it. and not just one persones fault. I dont know who to balme. My dad and mom are the two i know of. I guess its my dad.&lt;br /&gt;He was last seen in 1988. its been 20 years... and Well, I dont want to know him. I fear i will hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;but there some good things tho. Like Dana.&lt;br /&gt;Dana is my Uncle, who is my gide in this life... some thing i will not do. but thats my choice. he is a good teacher. and a grate guide.&lt;br /&gt;My brothers on the other hand... Well im not going there...&lt;br /&gt;With the loss of my did, i lost my memories... I dont know the small details. but in 90ish my mother died. and I move to Golden with my 4 brothers, Dana, and a Bitch of an aunt. she DID NOT want us. and well, i dont like her. some years later, they split, i get blamed. the bitch. Yea, im glad i dont see her offten, just when i see my sister in the Springs.(not my Bio sister but i have knowen her sence she was bourn)&lt;br /&gt;After that, my brothers went in to declain. they fell in to drugs and crime. and i lost more of my self. in 1995, Dave the oldst of the 4, goes to find his self. This is befor the Aunt leaves, she get abusive to me. Just me. im a KID! 10 years old! Dave come back evey now and then to save me from her. Its not a good time. I loose hope...&lt;br /&gt;I lost my sister for years! untell i send a letter asking for info to talk to her. I get it, i get my hope back for a while..&lt;br /&gt;Mike, the 2ed oldist one, get in to Hard core bad trouble. jail for years in High school. I join schouts, and find some friends, and some thing i dont like about me. Anger. Im think its from my past. &lt;br /&gt;After a Long space of no memories, i come to 2002. High school. Junior year.&lt;br /&gt;Shona, My now wife. and i get all that i lost back. Butterflies is my Anti every thing. In 2003 Dave dies.&lt;br /&gt;Death...&lt;br /&gt; "To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."&lt;br /&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;Death calls to us all, that's life. so when people die, im sad, but i move one. The few deaths that can slow me down are Shona, my family, and Sarah. its a cold thought, but with all the death i have seen, for not being in a war, is a lot. When i die, i hope people move on, and remember me. &lt;br /&gt;At Daves furnal My dads Bro was there, but left. I dont know why people all ways think im going ot be all pissed and Sad. Im not. Its going to happen, no matter what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes On&lt;br /&gt;Thats fact. No matter How many die or suffer, it goes on. Some how some way it will.&lt;br /&gt;Thats how i am. no matter what, I adapt and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-4402819095439781780?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/4402819095439781780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=4402819095439781780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/4402819095439781780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/4402819095439781780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/08/kcab-gnikool-looking-back.html' title='kcab gnikool (looking back)'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-2634399593849136728</id><published>2008-08-11T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:46:36.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what?'/><title type='text'>What the Deal</title><content type='html'>Sex&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I saw in Facebooks Likenes Unrated.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what the deal is. Im not saying o dont have sex, I just lack the Drive.&lt;br /&gt;I really just dont get it. Its Odd to me. all the Hype over it. "sex sells( to some people, not me)"&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-2634399593849136728?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/2634399593849136728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=2634399593849136728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/2634399593849136728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/2634399593849136728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-deal.html' title='What the Deal'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-7946236225718389191</id><published>2008-08-02T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:38:26.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><title type='text'>Now you live my life for a day!</title><content type='html'>"Now you live my life for a day!"&lt;br /&gt;That my Life saying to the people who think they are better than any one. No one is better than i and im not better then you. you may be good at one thing, but SO am I. there is some one that can do better than i. But not at every thing. I know, my Wife will love me not matter what. I know i will love her not matter what. even tho, she is batter at a lot of things. all the same, i am better at things than she is. &lt;br /&gt;That's life.&lt;br /&gt;The people that think Cars, or computers, or and one item is whats the world is about, need to rethink every thing!&lt;br /&gt;you only get so much time. Use it to Help people, and somehow, you get more time in the end, Some how, you get time. Free time to think, and be happy. &lt;br /&gt;I spend my time working in Dana's shop being bored tell I thought... How i can i help people... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have left my childhood behind. I have picked my friends, my Wisdom. and im off to play the game of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I once had a dream, i did not like it. So i changed it."&lt;br /&gt;Jaymes Bishop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"evey day, times gives you 86,400 seconds a day, then you lose them. never getting them back. Spend them well, you be rich. spend them wrong, and youll be sad"&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-7946236225718389191?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/7946236225718389191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=7946236225718389191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7946236225718389191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7946236225718389191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-you-live-my-life-for-day.html' title='Now you live my life for a day!'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-61120099762192190</id><published>2008-08-02T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:45:08.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><title type='text'>Has been, beeing, will be.</title><content type='html'>I try not to think about the past. It really better not to dwell on it. its not that good, Its really rather bad. My mothers death, my dad leaving, family dieing. most of my school. my so called friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Second Best"&lt;br /&gt;I have never been to good at school. Second rate, and Second Best. tell Red Rocks. now I'm getting better. and getting good. &lt;br /&gt;Computer are my calling. Next to loving Shona. I have never been good at much. I can make things work but other wise, its no good. its get or i dont. The Funny part to it all, I have a really hard time with math. and math is Computers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for every reason i know. i know not to care"&lt;br /&gt;my life has been a hell. up tell my junior year. thats when I found my self, waiting. i came in to my shoes. SO to speek. even then, I still was Second Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why do i care"&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies. my anit drug. still do this day, i love butterflies. but somes days, its not there, I try to find them but they are not there. so i ask god. and i find them after i have a bad day. i get all depress and sad. Its not fun at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will tell you why"&lt;br /&gt;then, one day, my butterflies changed.&lt;br /&gt;Friends. Sarah, my last friend from my childhood. my first True friend. my first love... Not that way! you GIT!! She is my first sister. She knows more about me than i do. thats a scary thought... But i would have her by my side. there is my Wife Shona. i will have her heart, as she as mine. Jake, Kendra, Tana(some days) Mike and Saol, are the rest. But Sarah, and Shona. the ones i love and trust. &lt;br /&gt;Jake, Ken, Mike, Sawl... my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have others as well. Aaron, my bro Mike and Andy. my Cuzes. Jesson, and Corbin. &lt;br /&gt;Hell, Aaron, never forgets me. He is always there for me. After he gets done drywalling the down stars. &lt;br /&gt;so them I am not Second Best. I. Am. Me. No one differnt.&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-61120099762192190?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/61120099762192190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=61120099762192190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/61120099762192190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/61120099762192190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/08/has-been-beeing-will-be.html' title='Has been, beeing, will be.'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-7201379183946677778</id><published>2008-07-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:50:29.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High school'/><title type='text'>High school</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;"the best times of your life will be High School"&lt;br /&gt;Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;I bag to differ.&lt;br /&gt;My high school times really sucked, Outlasted and retarded.  Never fit anywhere. i did not find my self tell After i get out. and got really stupid. &lt;_&lt; Not good. "Im with you" By Avril Lavigne was my song for High school. There are really 2 good things that came out of it. Shona, my Wife and my friends. That all. after 4.5 years, I had to stay an extra semester, thats all. No math, or Sci or Bio Nothing. Im GLAD to be done and on with me life. No real good times no real bad times. i just wanted it done and over with. there are people who can get past High school. Some who cant stop thinking about it. and a few who cant get past the Drama and Boyfriend/girlfriend stealing. I have herd of people in the Med Filed killing people over that. Really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Meas and Justin, Shona, Roy, Reese, Zach, Vance, Melissa(sp)? and some others are the friends I got from High school. I never got picked on, cuz i did not care. The one time I wold have got in to a fight... I was helping hold a door, and so was some one who did not like me. SO he tryed to fight me. He hit my ear, and i just looked at him and scratched my ear and went back to holding the door.  he was pissed heh... OH! Then there was some of the teachers. some in the Special Ed. Never thought I would get any were. Some, knew i would. One, Mr. Koz, helped me get out of that Retarded Hell Hole. Sigh Oh well. Its over with. done and past. on to my life. doing stuff tell i die. Raine &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-7201379183946677778?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/7201379183946677778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=7201379183946677778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7201379183946677778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7201379183946677778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/07/high-school.html' title='High school'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-7090704351464214173</id><published>2008-04-21T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:46:12.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Shadow and dark</title><content type='html'>I dont know why but im really depersed. I want to cry, and hit things. I shoud not be alone, I start to think, about my past. and it just makes me even worse off. Im at work, AlOnE.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry, and give up. If i give up, I fear shona will to.&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of fighting with Dana about me getting marrid.&lt;br /&gt;I want to move out, in to House with every one.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this has been a Bad day&lt;br /&gt;I hate bad days&lt;br /&gt;Jaymes&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-7090704351464214173?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/7090704351464214173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=7090704351464214173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7090704351464214173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/7090704351464214173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/04/shadow-and-dark.html' title='Shadow and dark'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-6156840445812295200</id><published>2008-04-18T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:45:05.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My twitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, When I use my right hand, the left moves.&lt;br /&gt;same with the other.&lt;br /&gt;The harder I grab, the more the other hand moves. I cant feel any thing, or stop it.  Even it they are in a fist. They still move&lt;br /&gt;any help??&lt;br /&gt;Jamw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-6156840445812295200?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/6156840445812295200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=6156840445812295200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/6156840445812295200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/6156840445812295200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-twitch.html' title='My twitch'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780344541719408446.post-6778556849518812667</id><published>2008-04-07T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T15:37:40.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, Last night I was walking with my family. We picked up some neat sticks and a cool rock. and Lo and be hold we get stopped by the cops. Even tho Right a cross the street there was a bunch or drunks.  they picked us.&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one to have an ID... That was funny.&lt;br /&gt;All and all It was ok. But it was frelling stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked if i have any blades tho... I going to look in to that...&lt;br /&gt;Raine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780344541719408446-6778556849518812667?l=lovebutterflys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/feeds/6778556849518812667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780344541719408446&amp;postID=6778556849518812667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/6778556849518812667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780344541719408446/posts/default/6778556849518812667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebutterflys.blogspot.com/2008/04/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403665474865605292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
