<?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-5430337</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:20:46.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>statresults</title><subtitle type='html'>thoughts, views &amp; whining</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-107118308007270135</id><published>2003-12-11T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T17:52:06.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas K...I miss you so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-107118308007270135?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/107118308007270135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/107118308007270135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107118308007270135' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-106854722896334936</id><published>2003-11-11T05:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T05:40:26.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it ever OK to hate? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-106854722896334936?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/106854722896334936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/106854722896334936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106854722896334936' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-106172718039931942</id><published>2003-08-24T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T07:14:18.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..I had two dates with the flight attendant. She was very nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a lovely novel "The Curious Incident of The Dog in The Night-Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveled a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the new Janes Addiction cd &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still madly in love with the woman that dumped me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to San Diego is next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a bunch of new clothes and shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read everyones blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a ton of DirecTV ;) Smivey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to NFL and MLB games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank Provo Girl (The best microbrew ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now up-to-date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-106172718039931942?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/106172718039931942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/106172718039931942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106172718039931942' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105930828482016088</id><published>2003-07-27T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T07:18:04.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Biggest Fear..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://archives.seattletimes.nwsource.com/cgi-bin/texis.cgi/web/vortex/displ&lt;br /&gt;ay?slug=bodyfound18m&amp;date=20030718&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105930828482016088?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105930828482016088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105930828482016088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105930828482016088' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105916600425021400</id><published>2003-07-25T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T15:46:44.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a very nice flight attendent on my flight to Philadelphia this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged prescription medications and phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how this pans out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia is a nice city. If it had San Diego's weather I'd move there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105916600425021400?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105916600425021400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105916600425021400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105916600425021400' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105869932608693929</id><published>2003-07-20T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T06:09:40.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Giving it up........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to give up sex, making love and fucking completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like I haven't already, I'm just officially announcing the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you have to actually KNOW a woman that would want to have sex, make love or fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lack the woman part of the equation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105869932608693929?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105869932608693929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105869932608693929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105869932608693929' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105826648228812127</id><published>2003-07-15T05:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T05:54:42.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Middle of Nowhere.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current location:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Platte, Nebraska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.northplattechamber.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105826648228812127?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105826648228812127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105826648228812127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105826648228812127' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105812714398804896</id><published>2003-07-13T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T15:12:24.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have absolutely nothing to write about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. No ideas, no opinions, no cool things I did with my friends. No observations, no complaints, nothing to whine about.....nothing. Nothing new to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105812714398804896?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105812714398804896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105812714398804896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105812714398804896' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105695910060295739</id><published>2003-06-30T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T04:28:00.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another Monday.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go gang another fun filled Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sunny Los Angeles this morning, then on to Pomona (anyone know any good restaurants in Pomona) for the big meeting Tuesday. These short cross country trips are a killer. Once there the fatigue starts to set in. In bed by 7pm up at 3am. Takes a few days to recover once I'm back in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying all that...I love SoCal. It's so different from here. Would really like to spend some time hanging out and experiencing all that is. One thing about traveling for a living is that you don't really get to see much of the city you are visiting. I really need to take a day here and there and see some of the places I visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling for business sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105695910060295739?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105695910060295739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105695910060295739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105695910060295739' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105671779676317926</id><published>2003-06-27T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T07:49:03.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some Days Are Better Than Others............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when it's easy and days when it's hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An then, there are days like today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn K, I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105671779676317926?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105671779676317926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105671779676317926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105671779676317926' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105670731826905180</id><published>2003-06-27T04:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T04:48:38.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Streaming Audio List..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just added a list of radio stations I enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, make suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105670731826905180?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105670731826905180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105670731826905180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105670731826905180' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105670593987635870</id><published>2003-06-27T04:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T04:25:39.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you tell someone that they need to......well.......lose some weight??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that she's unhealthy but she would look and feel better if she lost 30 pounds. I know losing weight is not easy. It's gonna take major commitment. It would be for the best if she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105670593987635870?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105670593987635870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105670593987635870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105670593987635870' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105645636338511281</id><published>2003-06-24T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T07:06:03.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Salt Lake City..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first visit to SLC has been an enjoyable one. The folks here are quite nice and the hotel is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city is full of young people. Everyone is smiling and enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would not be a bad place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105645636338511281?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105645636338511281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105645636338511281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105645636338511281' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105611198053383425</id><published>2003-06-20T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T07:26:20.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heading out to Salt Lake City in a few hours. Will try and post while I'm out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105611198053383425?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105611198053383425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105611198053383425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105611198053383425' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105602008269151157</id><published>2003-06-19T05:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T05:58:33.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heading to Salt Lake City tomorrow for a 5 day business trip. Never been to SLC. Sort of looking forward to getting out of here for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Think I'm gonna work on learning HTML that way I can improve this place a bit. Anyone know of an OSX app that is easy to master?? I used to know MS Frontpage fairly well. Even did a basic website for my search business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Been working out a ton. I must say this 42.5 year old bod is looking pretty good. I love the gym. It really does help with the stress of work and family. I really zone out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I travel extensively for business, that means......YES.....frequent flier miles......hotel points and rental car perks and freebies. Check this out...Made plans to take my kids to San Diego (San Diego Zoo, Wild Animal Park, Seaworld and the Pacific Ocean) over Labor Day weekend. We are flying First Class, Staying at the W in San Diego and style'in around town in a Jag. All for Free!!! I can't wait. My first real vacation in over 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Read: "Good Faith" by Jane Smiley&lt;br /&gt;...Wine: Evolution&lt;br /&gt;...Listen: "Elephant" The White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105602008269151157?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105602008269151157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105602008269151157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105602008269151157' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105583860379311530</id><published>2003-06-17T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T03:30:03.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to move on............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I move on. It's over with K. She's not coming back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has changed. I don't see the same kind person. She has changed. She has become condescending and insulting. She cares nothing about my feelings. She has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot/will not sacrfice myself for her any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to her next victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105583860379311530?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105583860379311530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105583860379311530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105583860379311530' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105577089624019051</id><published>2003-06-16T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T08:41:37.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling very lonely today. Some days are better then others but the empty feeling will just not go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to stay busy at work. Concentrate on what I have to do here. But she keeps coming into my thoughts. Interupting my day. I'm sure it will fade. I just hope it's soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo KT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105577089624019051?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105577089624019051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105577089624019051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105577089624019051' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105510322342282530</id><published>2003-06-08T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T15:13:43.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's what I'm wearing these days......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.diesel.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105510322342282530?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105510322342282530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105510322342282530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105510322342282530' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105480281619462620</id><published>2003-06-05T03:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T03:46:56.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise that I won't write the kind of shit I wrote yesterday any more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Birmingham Alabama today to put the finishing touches on a new client. They are a startup business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love working with startups. The folks are positive, up-beat and excited about their chances. It's a very invigorating enviornment. When I leave tomorrow I can only hope I take a little of their enthusiasm with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105480281619462620?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105480281619462620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105480281619462620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105480281619462620' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105473820851527286</id><published>2003-06-04T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T09:51:41.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it jealousy or hurt............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out how I'm supposed to feel. After 2 plus years of telling me how much she loved me, she told me that it was over, the day before Valentines day (ouch). Going on four months now without her touches and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get her back. Three weeks ago she finally told me NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I feel now? Hurt and sad. Sad that I will never hear her call me "Baby" again. Sad that I will never dance with her again. Sad that I will never feel her next to me at 3am. Sad that I will never make her coffee again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very sad and hurt when I think of her making love to someone else. That was never supposed to happen. We were soulmates. The love we had was forever. Now she makes love to another and it makes me feel hurt and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I jealous a person or is this just part of the hurt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Kerry. I love you Kerry. For ever and ever J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105473820851527286?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105473820851527286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105473820851527286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105473820851527286' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105422907414592134</id><published>2003-05-29T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T12:24:34.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wallaby Organic Yogurt is absolutely the best yogurt on the planet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.wallabyyogurt.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105422907414592134?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105422907414592134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105422907414592134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105422907414592134' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105422294815245035</id><published>2003-05-29T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T10:42:28.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cool Gizmo Of The Day.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XM Satellite Radio. I have the boom box and I can tell you it is well worth the investment. 100 channels of great radio. Go get one now...you will not be disappointed. Channel 70 is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Shareware Program of the Month.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RadioLover. RadioLover records streaming radio and saves it as an MP3 file. You can schedule it to record certain sites at certain times. Record KKJZ download it to your iPod and play it over your car radio using iTrip. Very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably tell.....I love listening to radio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105422294815245035?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105422294815245035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105422294815245035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105422294815245035' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105421602715408241</id><published>2003-05-29T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T08:47:07.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never remember my dreams. Never. I'll wake up and know that I had a dream, even feel good about it, but I can't remember what the hell it was about. Maybe my terrible sleeping pattern has something to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been battling a nasty cold/virus these past couple of days. I hate that feeling of almost being full blown sick. That achy (sp?) yucky feeling. Been taking tons of vitamin C and drinking gallons of fluids. Had some Thai chicken soup (the kind with coconut milk in it) yesterday. That usually does the trick for me but for some reason this virus is not responding to my normal treatment regime. Guess I'll just have to have some more today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105421602715408241?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105421602715408241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105421602715408241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105421602715408241' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105414764117559997</id><published>2003-05-28T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T13:47:21.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, another day without Kerry. I keep saying that I'm over her, that she means nothing. What she did to me was unfair and terrible. I'm allowed to be hurt, mad and bitter. But not all day long. I really hate feeling like this....very lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105414764117559997?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105414764117559997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105414764117559997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105414764117559997' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430337.post-105402496815228190</id><published>2003-05-27T03:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T03:42:48.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes it is 4:30 in the morning and I'm getting ready for the gym. I enjoy working out in the morning. I feel like I kick start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first Blog ever. I've been reading blogs for about a year now and have finally taken the plunge. Figured Blogger was the best place to start. OH Well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430337-105402496815228190?l=statresults.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105402496815228190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430337/posts/default/105402496815228190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statresults.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105402496815228190' title=''/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901791804166754859</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></entry></feed>
