<?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-20973817</id><updated>2011-07-01T01:17:11.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JimandAngel</title><subtitle type='html'>Just like it says...Jim and Angel.  Married 11-02-02.  1 kid, Jasmine who came to us 6-28-07(three if you count the dogs).  Living in the best city in the world (if you like to be tormented its good for that to), thats right, Cleveland Ohio.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-6381685530492405648</id><published>2008-08-05T21:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:34:00.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SJj_ewDVtkI/AAAAAAAAADU/0tDjJ7_GK4M/s1600-h/Angel+and+Jasmine+Brasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SJj_ewDVtkI/AAAAAAAAADU/0tDjJ7_GK4M/s320/Angel+and+Jasmine+Brasil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231211870950897218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SJj_e6EgCZI/AAAAAAAAADc/dOkhTW5rD3U/s1600-h/Angel+and+Jasmine+on+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SJj_e6EgCZI/AAAAAAAAADc/dOkhTW5rD3U/s320/Angel+and+Jasmine+on+Beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231211873640122770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SJj_e9BwE6I/AAAAAAAAADk/31pFBpoQT54/s1600-h/angelandJasmine+in+Brasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SJj_e9BwE6I/AAAAAAAAADk/31pFBpoQT54/s320/angelandJasmine+in+Brasil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231211874433897378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-6381685530492405648?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6381685530492405648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=6381685530492405648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/6381685530492405648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/6381685530492405648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2008/08/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SJj_ewDVtkI/AAAAAAAAADU/0tDjJ7_GK4M/s72-c/Angel+and+Jasmine+Brasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-8649687306356146568</id><published>2008-08-04T20:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:40:19.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>So I have had Cici's Pizza for dinner almost everyday since June 30th and I FEEL great! I have lost 5lbs, this truly is a new kind of diet. My wife comes home in 2 weeks, then I'll be able to cut down on the addicting pizza. Jen, Thank you for not leaving any underwear at my house this time(last time you were here and Angel was out of town you forgot some in the dryer). That is one less thing I need to explain to Angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-8649687306356146568?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8649687306356146568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=8649687306356146568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/8649687306356146568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/8649687306356146568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2008/08/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-2149537229137189992</id><published>2008-08-04T07:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T07:11:34.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, August 4th</title><content type='html'>Today is Monday, August 04, 2008&lt;br /&gt;and Michigan STILL SUX!&lt;br /&gt;It's been 261 days since OSU last kicked Michigan butt,&lt;br /&gt;and 110 days until we do it again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-2149537229137189992?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2149537229137189992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=2149537229137189992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/2149537229137189992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/2149537229137189992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday-august-4th.html' title='Monday, August 4th'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-7312598363147822378</id><published>2008-08-03T09:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:55:57.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cici's Pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SJW4xV3zAFI/AAAAAAAAADM/X2JSTvqel5Q/s1600-h/cici%27s+pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SJW4xV3zAFI/AAAAAAAAADM/X2JSTvqel5Q/s320/cici%27s+pizza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230289700084973650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Cici's Pizza is CRAZY GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-7312598363147822378?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7312598363147822378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=7312598363147822378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/7312598363147822378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/7312598363147822378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2008/08/cicis-pizza.html' title='Cici&apos;s Pizza'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp3.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SJW4xV3zAFI/AAAAAAAAADM/X2JSTvqel5Q/s72-c/cici%27s+pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-9057714016048705090</id><published>2008-08-03T07:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:21:54.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Days</title><content type='html'>My wife comes home in 15 Days. I can't wait to see her and Jasmine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the woman, my sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;my wife,&lt;br /&gt;The delight of our fireside by night&lt;br /&gt;and by day,&lt;br /&gt;Who never does anything wrong in&lt;br /&gt;her life,&lt;br /&gt;Except when permitted to have her &lt;br /&gt;own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-9057714016048705090?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9057714016048705090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=9057714016048705090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/9057714016048705090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/9057714016048705090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-days.html' title='15 Days'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-2467828036457967485</id><published>2008-07-09T09:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:56:17.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>August 18th can't come fast enough. I miss my Angel and Jasmine so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-2467828036457967485?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2467828036457967485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=2467828036457967485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/2467828036457967485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/2467828036457967485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2008/07/august-18th-cant-come-fast-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-4768993089902754549</id><published>2008-07-07T20:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:51:18.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SHK5-4ghbiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4Ch8WZIsbwE/s1600-h/JMFS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SHK5-4ghbiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4Ch8WZIsbwE/s320/JMFS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220439408047648290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SHK5--HP2LI/AAAAAAAAADE/7pNAZ3-QTz4/s1600-h/jmfs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SHK5--HP2LI/AAAAAAAAADE/7pNAZ3-QTz4/s320/jmfs2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220439409552251058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-4768993089902754549?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4768993089902754549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=4768993089902754549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/4768993089902754549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/4768993089902754549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/SHK5-4ghbiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4Ch8WZIsbwE/s72-c/JMFS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-7127352059526451143</id><published>2008-06-26T12:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:39:44.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home Soon</title><content type='html'>I am at an internet house, its really fast. The only bad part is I have so much to do on the net and only a few minutes, See everyone soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-7127352059526451143?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7127352059526451143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=7127352059526451143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/7127352059526451143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/7127352059526451143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2008/06/coming-home-soon.html' title='Coming Home Soon'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-7106559325427412466</id><published>2008-06-10T17:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:33:30.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil Day 2</title><content type='html'>We arrived in Brasil Yesterday Morning(Monday). It was a nice hot day. The flight went okay, about as good as it can get with a kid who is 11 months. We were lucky, there was 1 set open in a row of 3 and the guys sitting there switched with us. This ment that Jasmine was able to sit in a car seat from Atlanta to Brasil. We got to my mom-in-laws house @ 12 but by this point it seamed like 6 because I did not sleep very well (at all) on the plane. We saw everyone and gave out presents (some from CVS). While we were unpacking Angel and I realized that we forgot the charger for her camera (this happened last time also). Last night we went to borrow a cable from Evan (Brother in law), Last trip here I gave him my ps2. This trip I gave Carlinho a ps3. The only problem is it was set up for my TV and I cant get it to work on his. I drove on the way home, after a new key was made for me. That was because I broke the old on off inside the ignition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our main goal was to get the internet. It is very slow right now but they assured me that by JULY it will be faster (they are in the process of building a new tower). The main reason I wanted it was for Skype. It is alot cheaper for me to pay for the internet here that continue to pay for my wife to call here. Right now it ias slow as dialup, for those of you who know me, you know I don't like waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add pictures later, because I my connection is not good enough to load photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-7106559325427412466?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7106559325427412466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=7106559325427412466&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/7106559325427412466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/7106559325427412466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2008/06/brasil-day-2.html' title='Brasil Day 2'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-6734476473548769262</id><published>2008-02-15T16:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:09:41.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Roger should of handled Congress...</title><content type='html'>How Roger should have handled Congress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clemens: You want answers?&lt;br /&gt;Congressman: I think I'm entitled to them.&lt;br /&gt;Clemens: You want answers?&lt;br /&gt;Congressman: I want the truth!&lt;br /&gt;Clemens: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has baseballs. And those balls have to be hit by men with bats. Who's gonna do it? You? You,Congressman? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for steroids and you curse HGH. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that HGH, while illegal, probably sells tickets. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, sells tickets...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that mound. You need me on that mound. We use words like fastall, slider, splitfinger...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent playing a sport. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and falls asleep to the Sportscenter clips I provide,! then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a bat and dig in. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congressman: Did you order the HGH?&lt;br /&gt;Clemens: (quietly) I did the job you sent me to do.&lt;br /&gt;Congressman: Did you order the HGH?&lt;br /&gt;Clemens: You're gddamn right I did!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-6734476473548769262?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6734476473548769262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=6734476473548769262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/6734476473548769262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/6734476473548769262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-roger-should-of-handled-congress.html' title='How Roger should of handled Congress...'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-4685985102350381375</id><published>2008-01-25T13:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:58:32.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earrings</title><content type='html'>To pierce or not to pierce that is the question. We shall find out tonight.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-4685985102350381375?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4685985102350381375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=4685985102350381375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/4685985102350381375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/4685985102350381375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2008/01/earrings.html' title='Earrings'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-5071281265055910266</id><published>2008-01-19T11:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:27:58.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DA DA</title><content type='html'>Sure she has lots of different mumblings, but when she sees me she says "da da"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-5071281265055910266?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5071281265055910266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=5071281265055910266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/5071281265055910266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/5071281265055910266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2008/01/da-da.html' title='DA DA'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-5600189332083531986</id><published>2007-12-09T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T12:50:02.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasmine is so cute</title><content type='html'>Here is Jasmine with her toy. Below is Jasmine being just a happy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/R1wqjxsinZI/AAAAAAAAACs/7tzOIZp66jI/s1600-h/Jasmine+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/R1wqjxsinZI/AAAAAAAAACs/7tzOIZp66jI/s320/Jasmine+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142031668674207122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/R1wqVxsinYI/AAAAAAAAACk/mbXwkryVCSI/s1600-h/Jasmine+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/R1wqVxsinYI/AAAAAAAAACk/mbXwkryVCSI/s320/Jasmine+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142031428156038530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-5600189332083531986?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5600189332083531986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=5600189332083531986&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/5600189332083531986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/5600189332083531986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/12/jasmine-is-so-cute.html' title='Jasmine is so cute'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp3.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/R1wqjxsinZI/AAAAAAAAACs/7tzOIZp66jI/s72-c/Jasmine+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-6670542454004214761</id><published>2007-11-15T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T15:14:40.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Smack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RzyoHT-v7lI/AAAAAAAAACc/Cfivllg-8OY/s1600-h/Jasmine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RzyoHT-v7lI/AAAAAAAAACc/Cfivllg-8OY/s320/Jasmine1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133162518871535186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Jasmine shopping and we saw my shift manager and her son. We put them together to take a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RzynvT-v7kI/AAAAAAAAACU/wmczdtVjVgo/s1600-h/Jasmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RzynvT-v7kI/AAAAAAAAACU/wmczdtVjVgo/s320/Jasmine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133162106554674754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last picture we took we told Anthony to give her a kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-6670542454004214761?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6670542454004214761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=6670542454004214761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/6670542454004214761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/6670542454004214761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-smack.html' title='First Smack'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RzyoHT-v7lI/AAAAAAAAACc/Cfivllg-8OY/s72-c/Jasmine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-4119510590985779637</id><published>2007-09-28T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:12:38.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pittsburgh Fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rv20bDbnkWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gKKRKFLRTW0/s1600-h/ibyinz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rv20bDbnkWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gKKRKFLRTW0/s320/ibyinz4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115443128633364834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just Classic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-4119510590985779637?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4119510590985779637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=4119510590985779637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/4119510590985779637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/4119510590985779637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/09/pittsburgh-fans.html' title='Pittsburgh Fans'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rv20bDbnkWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gKKRKFLRTW0/s72-c/ibyinz4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-1234781204097486804</id><published>2007-09-28T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:10:40.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy with baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rv2z8TbnkVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ES9aH_iF3oc/s1600-h/Jasmine+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rv2z8TbnkVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ES9aH_iF3oc/s320/Jasmine+179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115442600352387410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am making a happy face and feeding my little Jasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-1234781204097486804?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1234781204097486804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=1234781204097486804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/1234781204097486804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/1234781204097486804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/09/daddy-with-baby.html' title='Daddy with baby'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp3.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rv2z8TbnkVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ES9aH_iF3oc/s72-c/Jasmine+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-6040315276656982020</id><published>2007-09-28T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:08:19.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more cousin time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rv2zfzbnkUI/AAAAAAAAABs/6ixXfyflZ1A/s1600-h/Jasmine+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rv2zfzbnkUI/AAAAAAAAABs/6ixXfyflZ1A/s320/Jasmine+215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115442110726115650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-6040315276656982020?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6040315276656982020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=6040315276656982020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/6040315276656982020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/6040315276656982020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-cousin-time.html' title='more cousin time'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rv2zfzbnkUI/AAAAAAAAABs/6ixXfyflZ1A/s72-c/Jasmine+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-3354240293406069772</id><published>2007-09-27T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:18:21.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rvwr8zbnkTI/AAAAAAAAABk/Fzb66zfq4xo/s1600-h/Jasmine+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rvwr8zbnkTI/AAAAAAAAABk/Fzb66zfq4xo/s320/Jasmine+221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115011600384233778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a baby and even I know Michigan still stinks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-3354240293406069772?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3354240293406069772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=3354240293406069772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/3354240293406069772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/3354240293406069772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/09/sup.html' title='Sup'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rvwr8zbnkTI/AAAAAAAAABk/Fzb66zfq4xo/s72-c/Jasmine+221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-3880022493204494899</id><published>2007-09-27T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:15:16.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slammin one down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RvwqlzbnkSI/AAAAAAAAABc/TuWGXagnuno/s1600-h/Jasmine+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RvwqlzbnkSI/AAAAAAAAABc/TuWGXagnuno/s320/Jasmine+204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115010105735614754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Tigers lost to the Indians, Dawn got back to my house and was thirsty. The famous rule came into play, if its free don't complain. But it was the most watered down Root beer I have ever had. I appreciate my wife making an effort and getting it for us, but I doubt she will again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-3880022493204494899?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3880022493204494899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=3880022493204494899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/3880022493204494899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/3880022493204494899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/09/slammin-one-down.html' title='Slammin one down'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RvwqlzbnkSI/AAAAAAAAABc/TuWGXagnuno/s72-c/Jasmine+204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-5644338764580107282</id><published>2007-09-27T18:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:04:16.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnie-N-Trev</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RvwoqzbnkOI/AAAAAAAAABU/-bc2nUaGqaM/s1600-h/Jasmine+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RvwoqzbnkOI/AAAAAAAAABU/-bc2nUaGqaM/s320/Jasmine+214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115007992611705058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the cousins just chillin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-5644338764580107282?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5644338764580107282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=5644338764580107282&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/5644338764580107282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/5644338764580107282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/09/minnie-n-trev.html' title='Minnie-N-Trev'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RvwoqzbnkOI/AAAAAAAAABU/-bc2nUaGqaM/s72-c/Jasmine+214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-2878206371009462032</id><published>2007-09-08T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:05:14.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Men of Genius..Michigan Fan</title><content type='html'>Bud Light Presents - Real Men of Genius..Michigan Fan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can hear the music playing in the background....... &lt;br /&gt;"Bud Light presents Real Men of Genius" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Reaaaaal Men Of Genius) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today we salute you, Mr. Delusional Michigan Fan. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Delusional Michigan Faaaaaan!) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Season after season, year after year, you try to justify your absurdly &lt;br /&gt;high preseason ranking. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Clutching at straws!) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Season after season, year after year, you scramble to make futile &lt;br /&gt;attempts at damage control when the Wolverines lose to a grossly &lt;br /&gt;inferior opponent. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(How'd Northwestern score fifty fouuuuuur?) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Inevitably, you'll bring up the past, and boast of National &lt;br /&gt;Championships won 40 years before you were born. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Those were the daaaaaays!) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You will point out that you have more wins than any other program as &lt;br /&gt;though that is relevant to the current season. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Been playing since the 1870s!) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Go on, ignore that home loss to your archrivals in the regular season &lt;br /&gt;finale and continue to believe that you'll defeat your bowl opponent &lt;br /&gt;with striking ease. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; (We'll win by thirteeeeeeey!) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, oh Emperor of Excuses, and take &lt;br /&gt;comfort knowing that when you don't finish in the top 25, you'll be back &lt;br /&gt;to number three when the preseason polls come out next year. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Delusional Michigan Fan!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-2878206371009462032?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2878206371009462032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=2878206371009462032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/2878206371009462032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/2878206371009462032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/09/real-men-of-geniusmichigan-fan.html' title='Real Men of Genius..Michigan Fan'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-857057024626669011</id><published>2007-08-11T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T20:40:07.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hard day working at home!</title><content type='html'>Jasmine Pretending to be daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rr5WsyQr8vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oLyayI_RR5Q/s1600-h/Jasmine8-7+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rr5WsyQr8vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oLyayI_RR5Q/s320/Jasmine8-7+100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097607155635974898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-857057024626669011?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/857057024626669011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=857057024626669011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/857057024626669011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/857057024626669011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/hard-day-working-at-home.html' title='hard day working at home!'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp2.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rr5WsyQr8vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oLyayI_RR5Q/s72-c/Jasmine8-7+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-6094309150316100237</id><published>2007-07-30T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:19:09.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MILK!</title><content type='html'>No milk or soy products for Angel or Jasmine. What a scary way to find out that your daughter is allergic to dairy. All is good on the home front now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-6094309150316100237?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6094309150316100237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=6094309150316100237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/6094309150316100237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/6094309150316100237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-milk.html' title='NO MILK!'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-5538545893169466192</id><published>2007-07-27T05:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T05:37:53.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rqm7tiQr8uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R2IvEEGW_SM/s1600-h/on+the+way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rqm7tiQr8uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R2IvEEGW_SM/s320/on+the+way.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091807244684358370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rqm7oiQr8tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RjMwzskS_AI/s1600-h/getting+ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rqm7oiQr8tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RjMwzskS_AI/s320/getting+ready.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091807158785012434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at @ 12:15am we went to go change Jasmines diaper. While we were changing her she pooped a very bloody poop. Not ever seen this before but knowing enough that its not normal we called the doctor. She asked us a couple of questions like are we sure its blood...blah blah blah...then she said take her the emergency room. The when we did see the doctor he looked at the diaper and said, are you sure this is blood, did anyone test it. Like I would waste my time the jerk. So while he was "examining her" or trying to make me look like a donkey, she gave just a little squirt of blood. They then ran tests and everything came back great. But just to be on the safe side and charge my insurance as much as possible the called another hospital from downtown to send a transport to take her there overnight for further observation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-5538545893169466192?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5538545893169466192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=5538545893169466192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/5538545893169466192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/5538545893169466192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-at-1215am-we-went-to-go-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/Rqm7tiQr8uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R2IvEEGW_SM/s72-c/on+the+way.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-5098540322662038161</id><published>2007-07-02T18:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T18:13:58.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346342188622&amp;amp;site=widget-4e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=28&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=648518346342188622&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/p1/648518346342188622/bb_t028_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=28&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=648518346342188622&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/p2/648518346342188622/bb_t028_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-5098540322662038161?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5098540322662038161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=5098540322662038161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/5098540322662038161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/5098540322662038161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/baby-is-here.html' title='Baby is here!'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-1344963910939679199</id><published>2007-06-27T05:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T06:04:17.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RoI1-CbZZTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/a7g7PPwS8UE/s1600-h/Cicis5-03-07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080682669547283762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RoI1-CbZZTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/a7g7PPwS8UE/s320/Cicis5-03-07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just after 6 am and we are leaving to go to have the baby...HERE COMES JASMINE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-1344963910939679199?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1344963910939679199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=1344963910939679199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/1344963910939679199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/1344963910939679199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-way.html' title='On the way!'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RoI1-CbZZTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/a7g7PPwS8UE/s72-c/Cicis5-03-07+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-6920963709176608904</id><published>2007-06-01T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:37:52.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Witness</title><content type='html'>This man is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RmAvHbLx2oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YqKsXCPYoG8/s1600-h/sheedshirt0gw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071104985021930114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RmAvHbLx2oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YqKsXCPYoG8/s320/sheedshirt0gw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-6920963709176608904?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6920963709176608904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=6920963709176608904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/6920963709176608904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/6920963709176608904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-witness.html' title='Be a Witness'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RmAvHbLx2oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YqKsXCPYoG8/s72-c/sheedshirt0gw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-2586837910069272381</id><published>2007-06-01T10:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:04:40.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh!</title><content type='html'>So Detroit, How does it feel to know that Cleveland Owns you? Look at the princess shy away from James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RmAnArLx2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8whaR3xVk5E/s1600-h/Lebronlastdunk300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071096072964790882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RmAnArLx2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8whaR3xVk5E/s320/Lebronlastdunk300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RmAnJbLx2nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1WDtDGy7ADs/s1600-h/fullj.getty-74165832nb049_cavs_pist_1_39_39_am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071096223288646258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RmAnJbLx2nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1WDtDGy7ADs/s320/fullj.getty-74165832nb049_cavs_pist_1_39_39_am.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-2586837910069272381?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2586837910069272381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=2586837910069272381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/2586837910069272381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/2586837910069272381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh!'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Cexo7YMPOxQ/RmAnArLx2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8whaR3xVk5E/s72-c/Lebronlastdunk300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-116753033587594445</id><published>2006-12-30T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:58:55.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5500/2116/1600/763422/tressel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5500/2116/320/675956/tressel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MONEY, MONEY, MONEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-116753033587594445?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116753033587594445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=116753033587594445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/116753033587594445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/116753033587594445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/12/money-money-money.html' title=''/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-116338776998302043</id><published>2006-11-12T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:16:10.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be a DADDY!</title><content type='html'>I finally passed the test!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-116338776998302043?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116338776998302043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=116338776998302043&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/116338776998302043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/116338776998302043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-gonna-be-daddy.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be a DADDY!'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-116238824113021043</id><published>2006-11-01T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T08:37:21.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is Here...</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of the girls...and for a "Smashing" good time check this out &lt;a href="http://www.michigansux.com"&gt;www.michigansux.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/HPIM1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/HPIM1348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/Together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/Together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-116238824113021043?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116238824113021043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=116238824113021043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/116238824113021043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/116238824113021043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/fall-is-here.html' title='Fall is Here...'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-116195560282208414</id><published>2006-10-27T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T09:26:42.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I'll post.</title><content type='html'>So this is whats new over the past month or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our soccer team lost the toilet bowl game (the playoff game to see who is the worst team in the league) and we lost. So I did what every one would do...I hired the other teams best player. Next time we play, he will be on our team. The browns have been a dissapointment, but we just ( look, I said we like I have anything to do with it) fired the OC and promoted the OL coach. I'm hoping to see a big turnaround when I go to the game on Sunday. Right now its 9:10 am AMSS!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been feeling well lately, its that annual cough I get...you know, the one where snot runs down your thoat all night then you cough it up all day.  great stuff...It even gets me out of the occasional house chores. The dogs are good, foxy is fat little sis is little. For some reason both dogs love to go bark at raymond, maybe its because he is outside all day picking up little pebbles in the street, he is almost to the end. The dogs just woke angel up....hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the official counter...Today is Friday, October 27, 2006 and Michigan STILL SUX! It's been 342 days since OSU last kicked Michigan butt, and 22 days until we do it again. Which means I turn 27 in 22 Days...I'm getting old, Dawn, tell me how that feels please...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the Best Grandpas in the world...One of them has money and he can be a financial blessing to others, and he has been. (of course I'm paying for that blessing for the next 27 years) J/K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to go and watch TV..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-116195560282208414?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116195560282208414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=116195560282208414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/116195560282208414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/116195560282208414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-ill-post.html' title='Okay, I&apos;ll post.'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-115886383961457469</id><published>2006-09-21T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:37:19.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>I'm typing with my left hanf and dont feel like goinh back to correvt mistajes...and i'm not from pittspuke and i do have an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our soccer team won its first game last night, I think i sprainrd my elbow...it hurtd so i have it in a sling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to save money to send to Brasil, so we can get Angels famiy to come over for a year(they are needed to help complete my 5 year plan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is not doing well, its sad to think about how quick  a life can change its course...even from a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in the mood to type anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-115886383961457469?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/115886383961457469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=115886383961457469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115886383961457469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115886383961457469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/09/catch-up.html' title='Catch-Up'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-115593505112250863</id><published>2006-08-18T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:04:11.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The salesman</title><content type='html'>A young guy from Missouri moves to Florida and goes to a big "everything under one roof" department store looking for a job. The Manager says, "Do you have any sales experience?" The kid says "Yeah. I was a salesman back in Missouri."Well, the boss liked the kid and gave him the job. "You start tomorrow. I'll come down after we close and see how you did." His first day on the job was rough, but he got through it.After the store was locked up, the boss came down "How many sales did you make today?" The kid says "one". The boss says "Just one?! Our sales people average 20 to 30 sales a day. How much was the sale for?" The kid says "$101,237.65".The boss says "$101,237.65?" What the heck did you sell? The kid says, "First, I sold him a small fish hook. Then I sold him a medium fishhook. Then I sold him a larger fishhook. Then I sold him a new fishing rod. Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down the coast, so I told him he was going to need a boat, so we went down to the boat department and I sold him a twin engine Chris Craft. Then he said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that 4x4 Expedition."The boss said "A guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a BOAT and a TRUCK?"The kid said "No, the guy came in here to buy Tampons for his wife and I said, Dude, your weekend's shot, you should go fishing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-115593505112250863?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/115593505112250863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=115593505112250863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115593505112250863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115593505112250863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/08/salesman.html' title='The salesman'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-115565646674725487</id><published>2006-08-15T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:41:06.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan??</title><content type='html'>Q. What does the average Michigan player get on his/her SAT?&lt;br /&gt;A. Drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many Wolverines does it take to screw in a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A. One, but he gets 5 credits for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why do women from Michigan wear high heels?&lt;br /&gt;A. To keep their knuckles from dragging on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why doesn't Ohio slide off into the Ohio River?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because Michigan SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you tell the U of M cheerleader to pick her up after she smiles at you?&lt;br /&gt;A. Nice tooth, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How do you keep your family safe from a Wolverine?&lt;br /&gt;A. Move to Pasadena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Did you hear the University of Michigan is going to bring back artificial&lt;br /&gt;turf in their football stadium?&lt;br /&gt;A. They're tired of the cheerleaders eating all the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why did they change the playing field at "The Big House" to cardboard?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because Michigan has always looked better on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How do you make Wolverine cookies?&lt;br /&gt;A. Put them in a big bowl and beat them for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you say to a Michigan Wolverine in a three piece suit?&lt;br /&gt;A. Will the defendant please rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you call a football player in Michigan who has talent?&lt;br /&gt;A. An Ohio product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's the difference between the Michigan football team and Frosted Flakes?&lt;br /&gt;A. Frosted Flakes know what to do in a bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why do University of Michigan graduates keep their diplomas on their dashboard?&lt;br /&gt;A. So that they can park in handicaped spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How do you get a Michigan graduate to stop knocking on your door and get off your porch?&lt;br /&gt;A. Pay for the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you have when you get 32 Michigan fans togethor?&lt;br /&gt;A. A full set of teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the news? Lloyd Carr is only going to dress 22 players for the game&lt;br /&gt;against Ohio State. The rest of the players have to dress themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a couple from Ann Arbor get a divorce, are they still brother and sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy in a bar leans over to the guy next to him and says, "Wanna hear a&lt;br /&gt;Michigan joke?" The guy next to him replies, "Well before you tell that&lt;br /&gt;joke, you should know something. I'm 6' tall, 200 lbs., and I am a Michigan&lt;br /&gt;alumnus. The guy sitting next to me is 6'2 tall, weighs 225, and he's a&lt;br /&gt;Michigan alumnus. The fella next to him is 6'5 tall, weighs 250, and he's a&lt;br /&gt;Michigan alumnus. Now, you still wanna tell that joke?" The first guy says,&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, not if I'm gonna have to explain it 3 times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three profs go to Tijuana. They had so much fun they were put in jail&lt;br /&gt;and, justice being what it is, were sentenced to death by electrocution.&lt;br /&gt;The first Prof sits in the chair. "Any last words?" "Yes, I'm from&lt;br /&gt;Northwestern and I'm ready to meet my God." But nothing happens when the&lt;br /&gt;switch is thrown and the Prof is released because it would be cruel and&lt;br /&gt;unusual to attempt a second excecution. Next guy gets into the chair and&lt;br /&gt;announces he's from Purdue, etc. and again nothing happens and he is&lt;br /&gt;released. The third Prof has been watching very closely. When he gets&lt;br /&gt;into the chair he says, "I'm from U. of Michigan and I'm an Electrical&lt;br /&gt;Engineer. And if you just connect those two wires..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd carr is on the Ohio 5 yard line in the closing seconds of a game&lt;br /&gt;tied 14 - 14 and prays for inspiration. He looks to the heavens and says&lt;br /&gt;"God what play should I call." God answers "throw a flat pass to the&lt;br /&gt;right". Lloyd calls the play and it is intercepted and returned all the&lt;br /&gt;way for a touchdown giving Ohio State the win. Lloyd once again looks to&lt;br /&gt;the heavens and says "God why did you call that play". God pauses and&lt;br /&gt;says "Hey Woody why did we call that play?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Heisman trophy winner died and was at the pearly gates, St&lt;br /&gt;Peter asked what he had accomplished to be allowed in. The football&lt;br /&gt;player responded with all of his awards, yardage gained, etc and&lt;br /&gt;suddenly stopped short screaming "Look it is Woody Hayes" as the man&lt;br /&gt;passed by him. St Peter then corrected him saying, "No, it is God...He&lt;br /&gt;only thinks he is Woody Hayes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Buckeye fan, a Wolverine fan, a nun and a stunning blonde are riding&lt;br /&gt;on a train. Suddenly the train heads into a tunnel. A loud smack is&lt;br /&gt;heard and as the train rides out of the tunnel the Wolverine fan is&lt;br /&gt;rubbing his face. The nun thinks: "Serves him right for trying to grab&lt;br /&gt;the blonde." The blonde thinks: "Serves him right for trying to grab the&lt;br /&gt;nun." The Wolverine fan thinks: "The Buckeyes fan was probably trying to&lt;br /&gt;grab the blonde, missed her and grabbed the nun instead. Then she tried&lt;br /&gt;to smack him in the face and missed." The Buckeye fan thinks: "Next&lt;br /&gt;tunnel I'm going to smack that stupid Wolverine fan again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions to Michigan........ North till you smell crap, then West till&lt;br /&gt;you step in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family of Michigan football supporters head out to do some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;The son picks up an OSU jersey and tells his mother he's decided to&lt;br /&gt;become a Buckeye fan and wants this for Christmas. The mother, upset,&lt;br /&gt;whacks him on the head and says Go see your father! Off he goes with the&lt;br /&gt;OSU jersey in hand to find his dad. Dad? I've decided I'm going to be an&lt;br /&gt;OSU fan and want this jersey for Christmas. The father is outraged,&lt;br /&gt;whacks his son on the head and says No son of mine will ever be seen in&lt;br /&gt;THAT! On they way home the father says I hope you learned something&lt;br /&gt;today. The son says Yes, I have. What is it? I've only been a Buckeye&lt;br /&gt;fan for an hour and I already hate you Michigan idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Michigan fan and an Ohio State fan go to the restroom and stand next&lt;br /&gt;to each other at the urinal. They finish about the same time. The&lt;br /&gt;Michigan fan goes to the sink to wash his hands and the Ohio State fan&lt;br /&gt;starts to walk out. The Michigan fan yells that the Ohio State fan and&lt;br /&gt;says hey in Michigan they teach us to wash our hands after going to the&lt;br /&gt;bathroom. The Ohio State fan replies back. At Ohio State they teach us&lt;br /&gt;not to pee on our hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michigan babies are soo ugly their incubators are tinted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man hired by a supermarket reported for his first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;The manager greeted him with a warm handshake and a smile, gave him a&lt;br /&gt;broom, and said, "Your first job will be to sweep out the store." "But&lt;br /&gt;I'm a graduate of the University of Michigan," the young man replied&lt;br /&gt;indignantly. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that," said the manager.&lt;br /&gt;"Here, give me the broom - I'll show you how."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 college alumni were climbing a mountain. An Ohio State grad, a&lt;br /&gt;Michigan grad, a Penn State grad, &amp; a Notre Dame grad. As they climbed&lt;br /&gt;they began to fight over who was the most spirited alumni &amp;amp; loved their&lt;br /&gt;school more. As they reached the top the Notre Dame grad hurled himself&lt;br /&gt;off the mountain. As he fell to his doom he shouted "THIS IS FOR THE&lt;br /&gt;FIGHTING IRISH!!!" Not wanting to be out done, the Penn State grad then&lt;br /&gt;shouted "THIS IS FOR THE NITANY LIONS!!!!" and hurled himself off the&lt;br /&gt;side of the mountain. Of course not wanting to be outdone the Ohio State&lt;br /&gt;grad shouted " THIS IS FOR THE BUCKEYES" &amp;amp; walked over and pushed the&lt;br /&gt;Michigan grad over the side of the mountain!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Professor invents an IQ machine that boosts a person's IQ to 300 and&lt;br /&gt;then starts counting backward. He connects his wife to it, turns it off&lt;br /&gt;at 190, and she starts explaining quantum physics. He tries it out on&lt;br /&gt;his brother Bill, turns it off at 175, and Bill starts talking advanced&lt;br /&gt;calculus. Then he plugs in his cousin Bob. Just then the phone rings,&lt;br /&gt;and it's a telemarketer. By the time he gets back to unplug Bob, the&lt;br /&gt;machine is counting down: 14 - 13 - 12. He slams the switch to "off,"&lt;br /&gt;shakes Bob and screams, "Say something!" and Bob says, "Go blue!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stockbroker, on his way home from work in Columbus, came to a dead&lt;br /&gt;halt in traffic and thought to himself, "Wow, this seems much worse than&lt;br /&gt;usual." He notices a police officer walking between the lines of stopped&lt;br /&gt;cars. The officer replies, "Lloyd Carr is depressed, so he stopped the&lt;br /&gt;team bus and is threatening to douse himself in gasoline and set himself&lt;br /&gt;on fire. He is tired of losing to Ohio State every year and the&lt;br /&gt;university has cut back on his recruiting budget. We're taking up a&lt;br /&gt;collection for him." The stockbroker asks, "How much have you got so&lt;br /&gt;far?" The officer replies, "About 75 gallons, but a lot of folks are&lt;br /&gt;still siphoning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ann Arbor judge was ruling in the case of a ten year old boy who&lt;br /&gt;accused his parents of beating him. After reviewing the evidence, the&lt;br /&gt;judge announced that his intention to make the boy's grandmother his&lt;br /&gt;custodian. The boy protested this, stating that the grandmother also&lt;br /&gt;beat the boy. Finally, the judge awarded custody of the boy to Lloyd&lt;br /&gt;Carr and the Wolverines, since the judge rightly determined that they&lt;br /&gt;can't beat anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Michigan fan was sitting at a table reading the Newspaper, The&lt;br /&gt;headline read: "12 Brazilian Soldiers Killed." He shook his head at the&lt;br /&gt;sad news, then turned to the man sitting next to him and asked, "How&lt;br /&gt;many is a Brazilian?"&lt;br /&gt;ome friends came to visit us in Dublin and commented that it sure was windy in Ohio. We had to explain that it's really not very windy at all in Ohio it's just that Michigan sucks so badly.&lt;br /&gt;One day my housework-challenged husband decided to wash his sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he shouted to me, "What&lt;br /&gt;setting do I use on the washing machine?" "It depends," I replied. "What&lt;br /&gt;does it say on your shirt?" He yelled back, "Go Michigan." "Use Hot&lt;br /&gt;Water , A box of Tide and Four Cups Bleach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've heard, LLLoyd Carr has lost the playbook for the game this&lt;br /&gt;weekend... Unfortunately, he wasn't done coloring it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo Schembeckler died and went to heaven. St. Peter met him at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;"It is so great to have you here Coach." St. Peter leads Bo to a nice&lt;br /&gt;little 2 bedroom ranch home painted maize and blue. Upon entering, Bo&lt;br /&gt;finds the house decorated in Michigan colors with "M"'s all over. St.&lt;br /&gt;Peter leads Bo to the nice backyard with patio. Bo looks up on the high&lt;br /&gt;hill above his new home and sees a giant mansion all decked out in&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet and Gray and a big Block "O" flag flying on the flag pole. Bo&lt;br /&gt;turns to St. Peter and angerly asks: "Why in the heck does Woody get&lt;br /&gt;such a big house and I get this little ranch house??" "Oh," says St.&lt;br /&gt;Peter, "that is not Woody's house, that is God's house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by&lt;br /&gt;his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her&lt;br /&gt;praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips&lt;br /&gt;began to move slightly. "Becky my darling" he whispered. "Hush my love,"&lt;br /&gt;she said. "Rest, don't talk." He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his&lt;br /&gt;tired voice, "I have something that I must confess." "There's nothing to&lt;br /&gt;confess," replied the weeping Becky. "Every thing's all right, go to&lt;br /&gt;sleep." "No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I...I have been a Michigan&lt;br /&gt;Fan all of my life!" "I know sweetheart," whispered Becky, "let the&lt;br /&gt;poison work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Michigan grad sees an ad for a $99 cruise. He goes to the travel agent&lt;br /&gt;and pays the fee. The travel agent hits him over the head with a club,&lt;br /&gt;stuffs him in a sack, throws him out the window onto a raft and cuts the&lt;br /&gt;raft loose. The Michigan grad wakes up floating in the ocean, along with&lt;br /&gt;another Michigan graduate. "I hope they serve dinner on this cruise,"&lt;br /&gt;the first grad says. "They didn't last year," the second one replies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-115565646674725487?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/115565646674725487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=115565646674725487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115565646674725487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115565646674725487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/08/michigan.html' title='Michigan??'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-115420817055218452</id><published>2006-07-29T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T17:22:50.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clevelander</title><content type='html'>A Clevelander in Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy from Cleveland dies and is sent to Hell. He had been a horrible man his entire life. The devil puts him to work breaking up rocks with a sledge hammer. To make it worse, he cranks up the temperature and the humidity.After a couple of days, the devil checks in on his victim to see if he is suffering adequately. The devil is aghast as the Clevelander is happily swinging his hammer and whistling a happy tune. The devil walks up to him and says, "I don't understand this. I've turned the heat way up, it's humid, you're crushing rocks; why are you so happy?"The Clevelander, with a big smile, looks at the devil and replies, "This is great! It reminds me of August in Cleveland. Hot,humid, a good placeto work. It reminds me of home. This is fantastic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil, extremely perplexed, walks away to ponder the Clevelander's remarks. Then he decides to drop the temperature, send down a driving rain and torrential wind. Soon, Hell is a wet, muddy mess. Walking in mud up to his knees with dust blowing into his eyes, the Clevelander is happily slogging through the mud pushing a wheelbarrow full of crushed rocks.Again, the devil asks how he can be happy in such conditions.The Clevelander replies, "This is great! Just like April in Cleveland. It reminds me of working out in the yard with spring planting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil is now completely baffled but more determined to make the Clevelander suffer. He makes the temperature plummet. Suddenly Hell is blanketed in snow and ice. Confident that this will surely make the Clevelander unhappy, the devil checks in on him.He is again aghast at what he sees. The Clevelander is dancing, singing, and twirling his sledgehammer as he cavorts in glee."How can you be so happy? Don't you know its 40 below zero!? " screams the devil.Jumping up and down, the Clevelander throws a snowball at the devil and yells, "Hell's frozen over! This means the Browns won the Super Bowl!"&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-115420817055218452?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/115420817055218452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=115420817055218452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115420817055218452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115420817055218452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/07/clevelander.html' title='The Clevelander'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-115404963722635773</id><published>2006-07-27T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:20:37.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm A Man</title><content type='html'>Because I'm a ManBecause I'm a man, when I lock my keys in the car, I will fiddle with a coat hanger long after hypothermia has set in. Calling AAA is not an option. I will win.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a man, when the car isn't running very well, I will pop the hood and stare at the engine as if I know what I'm looking at. If another man shows up, one of us will say to the other, "I used to be able to fix these things, but now with all these computers and everything, I wouldn't know where to start." We will then drink a couple of beers, as a form of holy communion.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a man, when I catch a cold, I need someone to bring me soup and take care of me while I lie in bed and moan. You're a woman. You never get as sick as I do, so for you, this is no problem.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a man, I can be relied upon to purchase basic groceries at the store, like milk or bread. I cannot be expected to find exotic items like "cumin" or "tofu." For all I know, these are the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a man, when one of our appliances stops working, I will insist on taking it apart, despite evidence that this will just cost me twice as much once the repair person gets here and has to put it back together.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a man, I must hold the television remote control in my hand while I watch TV. If the thing has been misplaced, I may miss a whole show looking for it...though one time I was able to survive by holding a calculator...(applies to engineers mainly).&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a man, I do not want to visit your mother, or have your mother come visit us, or talk to her when she calls, or think about her any more than I have to. Whatever you got her for Mother's Day is okay; I don't need to see it. And don't forget to pick up something for my mother, too.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a man, you don't have to ask me if I liked the movie. Chances are, if you're crying at the end of it, I didn't...and if you are feeling amorous afterwards...then I will certainly at least remember the name and recommend it to others.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a man, I think what you're wearing is fine. I thought what you were wearing five minutes ago was fine, too. Either pair of shoes is fine. With the belt or without it, looks fine. Your hair is fine. You look fine. Can we just go now?_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a man, and this is, after all, the year 2006, I will share equally in the housework. You just do the laundry, the cooking, the cleaning, the vacuuming, and the dishes, and I'll do the rest...... like wandering around in the garden with a beer wondering what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a public service message for women to better understand men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-115404963722635773?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/115404963722635773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=115404963722635773&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115404963722635773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115404963722635773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/07/because-im-man.html' title='Because I&apos;m A Man'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-115258001512211020</id><published>2006-07-10T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:06:55.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELS HOME!!!</title><content type='html'>Angel is home...I have uploaded pictures from our wedding for all to see. Just click "our pictures"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-115258001512211020?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/115258001512211020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=115258001512211020&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115258001512211020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115258001512211020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/07/angels-home.html' title='ANGELS HOME!!!'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-115203913346274749</id><published>2006-07-04T14:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T14:52:13.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OK I'll POST</title><content type='html'>Right now I have a craving for Freeze-pops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-115203913346274749?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/115203913346274749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=115203913346274749&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115203913346274749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/115203913346274749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-ill-post_04.html' title='OK I&apos;ll POST'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-114959939899296516</id><published>2006-06-06T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:10:00.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast to Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the prettiest, here's to the wittiest,&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the truest of all who are true,&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the neatest one, here's to the sweetest one,&lt;br /&gt;Here's to her, all in one---Here's to Angel! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/Picture%20200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/Picture%20200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel returns home July 11th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114959939899296516?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114959939899296516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114959939899296516&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114959939899296516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114959939899296516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/06/toast-to-angel.html' title='Toast to Angel'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-114891816843646750</id><published>2006-05-29T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:56:08.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>Heres to our Heros past and present...Without your service we would not be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114891816843646750?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114891816843646750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114891816843646750&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114891816843646750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114891816843646750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-114841624762291414</id><published>2006-05-23T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:30:47.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Atheist</title><content type='html'>An atheist was taking a walk through the woods. What majestic trees! What powerful rivers! What beautiful animals!" he said to himself.As he continued walking alongside the river he heard a rustling in the bushes.Turning to look, he saw a 7-foot grizzly charging towards him.He ran as fast as he could up the path. Looking over his shoulder he saw that the bear was closing in on him. His heart was pumping frantically and he tried to run even faster. He tripped and fell on the ground. He rolled over to pick himself up but saw the bear raising his paw to take a swipe at him.At that instant the atheist cried out: "Oh my God!..."Time stopped. The bear froze. The forest was silent. It was then that bright light shone upon the man and a voice came out of the sky saying:"You deny my existence for all of these years, teach others I don't exist and even credit creation to a cosmic accident. Do you expect me to help you out of this predicament? Am I to count you as a believer?"The atheist looked directly into the light, "It would be hypocritical of me to suddenly ask you to treat me as a Christian now, but perhaps, could you make the BEAR a Christian?""Very well," said the voice.The light went out. And the sounds of the forest resumed.And then the bear lowered his paw, bowed his head and spoke, "Lord, bless this food which I am about to receive and for which I am truly thankful."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114841624762291414?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114841624762291414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114841624762291414&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114841624762291414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114841624762291414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/05/atheist.html' title='The Atheist'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-114840901936001468</id><published>2006-05-23T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:30:19.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/Picture-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/Picture-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is us leaving Cleveland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is the Christ Statue That Overlooks the City of Rio de Janeiro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/Picture-041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/Picture-041.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is a picture of 2 monkeys, no family resemblance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/DSC00476.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/DSC00476.0.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carlieno, Elaine, Angel, Mom, Michelle, Then Daniel and myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/DSC00501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/DSC00501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you've played the game "Frogger", you know that the object is to get to the other side without getting hit. I have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lived the game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the past 10 days. Red lights mean almost nothing, busses and cars stop no notice. CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114840901936001468?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114840901936001468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114840901936001468&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114840901936001468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114840901936001468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-114656970022906917</id><published>2006-05-02T07:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:35:33.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/ts.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/ts.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 1 WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114656970022906917?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114656970022906917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114656970022906917&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114656970022906917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114656970022906917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/05/1-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-114599649151149157</id><published>2006-04-25T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:21:37.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I love about Sunday</title><content type='html'>Raymond's in his Sunday best,He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.There's the Martin's walkin' in,With that mean little freckle-faced kid,Who broke a window last week.Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me. That's what I love about Sunday:Sing along as the choir sways;Every verse of Amazin' Grace,An' then we shake the Preacher's hand.Go home, into your blue jeans;Have some chicken an' some baked beans.Pick a back yard football team,Nothin' much of anything:That's what I love about Sunday. I stroll to the end of the drive,Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,Well, it's about time.It's 35 cents off a ground round,Baby. cut that coupon out! That's what I love about Sunday:Cat-napping on the porch swing;You curled up next to me,The smell of jasmine wakes us up.Take a walk down a back road,Tackle box and a cane pole;Carve our names in that white oak,An' steal a kiss as the sun fades,That's what I love about Sunday,Oh, yeah. Ooh, new believers gettin' baptized,Momma's hands raised up high,Havin' a Hallelujah good timeA smile on everybody's face.That's what I love about Sunday,Oh, yeah. That's what I love about Sunday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114599649151149157?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114599649151149157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114599649151149157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114599649151149157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114599649151149157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-i-love-about-sunday.html' title='What I love about Sunday'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-114567037558204167</id><published>2006-04-21T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:46:15.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice is Served</title><content type='html'>So last Saturday night, I was working and we we all getting ready to leave. 2 young men walked up to my store, one on the right, one on the left. They double over, then both of them Threw up all over the door and window. Well, me being a person with no tolerance for stupidity and the fact that I have a temper that only really stupid people can bring out took off chasing them. After a minute or two I stopped pursuit (not because I couldn't catch him, but because I would of beat him down!) So I got into my car and peeled out after the car they were running to. They were gone by the time I got there. Got the windows clean the next day(had to wait till sunlight to get it all). Today the same stupid kids came in to eat. I was contemplating different things to do, block their car, deflate the tire, call the cops...Just then a cop drove by. I walked out back, talked to the officer. Told him I just wanted to scare the boys. They denied everything...For about 5 minutes. Then the officer said, last chance, If I go and see you on the Video, I'm arresting you right now. He instructed me to get the video set up. He did a great job, one was crying, he broke them down.... What an end to a great week. They apologized which was all I wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114567037558204167?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114567037558204167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114567037558204167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114567037558204167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114567037558204167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/04/justice-is-served.html' title='Justice is Served'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-114506539432456285</id><published>2006-04-14T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:43:14.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on Immigration.</title><content type='html'>This is what I think, some may disagree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America needs immigrants to&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt; Survive&lt;/span&gt;. Almost anything you do during the day relies on the fact that an immigrant legal or not played a part in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more than willing to open the door to whoever wants to become an American. But come as you are, to serve this Country will all your heart. Love it or leave it. Learn the language. You are coming here to join us, not coming here for us to join you. We are not helping people by using tax dollars to make signs in 2 languages(with the exception for boarder states). When I go to McDonald to get a hamburger, I don't want the employee looking at me like I'm speaking the wrong language. Que?, hamburger! Que? I no speakeee English... Then get off the counter and in the kitchen. In my former life in NH, I NEEDED immigrants like every business in that area to staff my restaurant. But, I held English classes for them before work. And assisted them in classes outside of work. If they did not have a desire to learn English, I did not have a desire to give them a job. That being said, I had to learn another language to communicate with them, I didn't mind so much...I was the only one who attemted to learn. I accommodated them as much as possible, but only the ones willing to improve their life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if you want to Join this country, it should be free. Announce to the immigration office when you arrive to get your "Temps" . However, I think you need to be a productive part of society for 6 years before getting you permanent residency or citizenship. This will take a lot of people off welfare and other government programs. The guest worker program I feel would be an asset to us...Its true what they say, America has a lot of jobs that Americans will not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that is currently here illegally should pay a penalty or fine (whichever you want to call it). If during the time they were illegal they were in jail for any theft or violent crime, they should be removed and not allowed back in for 10 years. Build a fence along the Mexican Boarder, make it an electric shock kind just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, my wife is an immigrant to this country. What a pain in the neck to make it legal for her to be here. If my government would of decided to "deport" her, not only would they have lost a future contributor to society, but also a citizen(myself) I would of moved to Brasil to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I think what she did was right? Coming here to this country to Improve her life? I Think the way she went about doing it was wrong. But what options did she have...Get on a list...Wait 10 years? But as Americans make it so hard for that to happen. There is such an underground of illegal documents, Drivers license, passports, SSN's that it is Huge money for the people doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country needs to think of somehow to organize the flow of people coming in. And we should NEVER close out doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side note- I'm sick of people asking me what I am. I tell them I'm and American. Then they go, I'm Puerto Rican, so I say really, where were you born? They reply "in Cleveland". Then I say, what in the world makes you a Puerto Rican? Your an American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live here, LIVE HERE! If you want to be a Puerto Rican...Move there. Or say, that your from Puerto Rican descent(or Mexican, German, Brazilian...Or whatever.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114506539432456285?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114506539432456285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114506539432456285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114506539432456285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114506539432456285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-thoughts-on-immigration.html' title='My thoughts on Immigration.'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-114506240208659936</id><published>2006-04-14T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:53:22.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood continued from Jen spot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/Robby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/Robby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Robby modeling&lt;br /&gt;15. Spending the entire day in the woods and mom not getting worried&lt;br /&gt;16. "Stuff" for dinner&lt;br /&gt;17. getting extra pudding from the elementary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the Family Pics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a few samples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when we were young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/group8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/group8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/wackyyoung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/wackyyoung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we got older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/Normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/Normal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/Wacky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/Wacky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/wacky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/wacky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114506240208659936?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114506240208659936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114506240208659936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114506240208659936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114506240208659936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/04/childhood-continued-from-jen-spot.html' title='Childhood continued from Jen spot...'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-114502330138027014</id><published>2006-04-14T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T11:15:26.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration:</title><content type='html'>To stay or not to stay? That is the question. What is your answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the talk and debates about immigration, I would like to know what everyone that reads this thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save my thoughts for a little while to give everyone a chance to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114502330138027014?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114502330138027014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114502330138027014&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114502330138027014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114502330138027014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/04/immigration.html' title='Immigration:'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-114236422505573333</id><published>2006-03-14T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:24:02.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>SURPRISE...I've got Good news...Who wants to know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114236422505573333?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114236422505573333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114236422505573333&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114236422505573333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114236422505573333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-114186759965257187</id><published>2006-03-08T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:26:39.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>Today I gave Foxy a "Free Ride"...."Free Ride for anybody"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114186759965257187?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114186759965257187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114186759965257187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114186759965257187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114186759965257187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-114167984061952772</id><published>2006-03-06T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:17:20.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Measure up...</title><content type='html'>So latey my cold foods in my fridge have not been that cold. Angel and I have been pricing out refridgerators for a while now,  and we both know what we wanted. So Sunday morning my wife wanted to go shopping for 1. I said okay, then opened the newspaper...looked at the ads...and said" i'm done. She didnt think that was funny.  Angel said she saw a nice one at Marcs (for those of you who don't know, Marcs is a closeout center. Really cool stuff for very cheap.). So we went to Marcs, sure enough, just the kind we were looking for and 50 junior bacon cheesebugers cheaper than we've seen. So we paid, Called up the cousins picked it up an hour or so later.  When we got home we decided to take the old one out first, we did without a problem. Now the problem.  With all the excitement of getting a new fridge, We forgot to measure it. lets just say it is alot bigger than the old one, and took alot of "shifting" to get it in the front door...That was the widest door in the house. Its in the kitchen now, after the doors came off...not just the house but the fridge also, some molding and a hurt back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 of an inch is all the room I have between the Window sill and the counter (thats 1/8 on each side)  Talk about cutting it close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I dont have to make my own ice any more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114167984061952772?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114167984061952772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114167984061952772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114167984061952772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114167984061952772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/measure-up.html' title='Measure up...'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-114147733959598713</id><published>2006-03-04T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T08:02:19.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/Picture%20172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/Picture%20172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A pet teaches you responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You can get lots of exercise by walking your pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you get lonely, you have a friend to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You can save a pet's life by adopting one from a shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The pet needs a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A pet always greets you at the door even when you've had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When your Mom makes a terrible dinner, your pet can clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A pet can guard your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A pet can make a boring car trip much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The pet will love you, no matter what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114147733959598713?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114147733959598713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114147733959598713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114147733959598713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114147733959598713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/top-10.html' title='Top 10'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-114143347148239843</id><published>2006-03-03T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:51:11.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How time changes things</title><content type='html'>The last post made me want to go back and look at alot of "old" pictures. I saw a picture of me when I first moved to Cleveland, I looked good...not quite a 6 pack, but close. Well, That 6 pack is still there, I just have a 3 inch layer of protective gue covering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found some good ones. This is The OWL ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/jen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Pack Mule... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/Jim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114143347148239843?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114143347148239843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114143347148239843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114143347148239843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114143347148239843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-time-changes-things.html' title='How time changes things'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-114139200422986296</id><published>2006-03-03T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T08:20:04.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy of pet ownership</title><content type='html'>All my life I have had a pet or 2 or 3 at 1 point 5 plus fish. The joy of pet ownership is really hard to explain. When I was a young lad and my first dog Bea walked beside me without the leash, I thought I was the coolest kid on the block. When she died it was a very sad moment in my life. But I learned a lot from her, responsibility, trust, organization and many other things. Later in life (after I moved out) I at one point had 30 fish, 2 cats 2 birds a dog and an Iguana...all at the same time in a small apartment. There would be days I would just sit and watch my fish swim around, as each had his or her own personality. I even had a fish that would let me pet it. Fish are by far the easiest pet to maintain. My Iguana was the coolest, letting him out to run around with the cats, pure joy. I inherited 1 cat and the birds from a family that was moving....They forgot to comeback and get the animals. Watching the cats try to get inside the birdcage was some of the funniest moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/Tucker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the family member that wanted to be a frog...I guess we all have a little animal in us... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/dawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, my current pet FOXY has brought so much joy to Angels life and mine. She's our babydoggie...She keeps me active, and I don't have to wipe her. She likes long walks on the beach, chasing after anyone that's not white (she did not learn that from me) and playing with the neighborhood kids. She truly is a great fit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114139200422986296?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114139200422986296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114139200422986296&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114139200422986296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114139200422986296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/joy-of-pet-ownership.html' title='The joy of pet ownership'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-114114989562986685</id><published>2006-02-28T12:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:04:55.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/1600/Picture%20316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/2116/320/Picture%20316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Foxy's Birthday. She is 2 years...(duh! I put 2 spaces)...old. Angel made her a cake and bought presents. Not really presents but a new collar, because she needed one and some special treats. If you are ever at my house, make sure the "cookies" (Duh! just realized I did 2 spaces again)...are really for people. They(1 space) look like regular oreos but beware, they are made for dogs. I took the day off because a Brasilain Pastor from Columbus(home of the Buckeyes) was supposed to come visit today, but he called and can't make it. Indstead I'm gonna go to the auto show and see alot of cars I will never be able to buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114114989562986685?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114114989562986685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114114989562986685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114114989562986685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114114989562986685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday_28.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-114083346992003969</id><published>2006-02-24T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:11:09.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes it has been a long time since my last post. (only 1 space) I have been very busy with work. (only one space) Angel and I are both doing well. (only one whole space) She will be leaving for Brasil in just over a month. (still just one space) I have lots of ramblings and such I could talk about, but I need to spend some time with the most wonderful woman in the world. (Look Jen, because of your blog I have also learned something new...oh yeah, one space) I'm tired, cranky but just got a wonderful score on a surprise inspection from the regional company guy from pittspuke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-114083346992003969?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114083346992003969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=114083346992003969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114083346992003969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/114083346992003969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/02/yes-it-has-been-long-time-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-113882268784927166</id><published>2006-02-01T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:39:15.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to just yell at someone because they are just so stupid. If not then me either. So I'll tell you a story about a guy named Mij.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mij went to work a week or so ago and was having a wonderful day. Then all of a sudden (5 minutes after getting to work), an employee called off. She had a dance to go to and didn't care to even look to replace her shift until the day before. She only knew 2 weeks before, and that just wasn't enough time. So knowing this information Mij cant wait to get the phone call from her boyfriend. Well three hours later he called. Completely unacceptable. He didn't even try to replace it. Didn't even care. grrr... I just started thinking of different things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way, I was mad and almost yelled at the kids mom because she was mad I suspended them for a week. I told her she was lucky I didn't fire them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way on another side note. I hate Unions. Because of the "union" my local tops is charging way to much money for cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of unions. Dennis the dumbass Kucinich(I think thats how you spell his name) bashed My President because Northeast Ohio is losing jobs, and ford is cutting its workforce. I ask you this dumbass...Where have you been serving for the past 20 years... oh yeah, northeast Ohio. The same time that all these problems are happening. It seems like you always want to push the blame to everyone else. Now don't get me wrong, I don't care for Republicans or Democrats, I'm an AMERICAN and want someone to represent me as such. Cut the political bull and fix whats wrong. You can first start by getting rid of the Unionized workforce. Just think, all those dues go right back into Americas pockets. Just take all the money the unions have and distribute it out to all the union employees based on how much they paid in. Let them save and invest their own money. If you don't like who you work for quit. If you don't like the benefits quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I truly think unions were a wonderful when they first came out. Now its just a small group of people making extra money and making US pay for it. My wife paid over $150 in union dues and initiation fees. She only made $2000 at her job last year. That's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More rants and ramblings to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-113882268784927166?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113882268784927166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=113882268784927166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113882268784927166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113882268784927166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-113803539802370023</id><published>2006-01-23T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:56:38.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes...and ramblings</title><content type='html'>Ramble ramble ramble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that some states can get by with no income tax and balance a budget and others tax you to death and still don't have enough money to pay the sanitation engineers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know the Congress and the House agreed almost unanimously on a topic of vote a month ago. It was to give themselves a raise. Thats right, they talk about tax increases and budget deficits, but when it comes to the pockets of a political leader, $ is number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All government officials should take a pay cut. There is no reason why the mayor of Cleveland should be making more than the Governor of NH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Ohio's restaurant tax. Its 8% on Eat-in orders 0% on take-out or to go. Lower that to 4.5% on all orders and the state could more than triple its business. (all the Drive-thru stores and people "saying to go" just to get a better price.&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/20973817-113803539802370023?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113803539802370023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=113803539802370023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113803539802370023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113803539802370023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/taxesand-ramblings.html' title='Taxes...and ramblings'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-113787117995891236</id><published>2006-01-21T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:19:39.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac and Cheese?</title><content type='html'>Mac and Cheese on a pizza...??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-113787117995891236?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113787117995891236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=113787117995891236&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113787117995891236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113787117995891236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/mac-and-cheese.html' title='Mac and Cheese?'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-113773032199532085</id><published>2006-01-19T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:12:02.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next of Kin</title><content type='html'>I have to share a joke with you. I don't know who wrote it or where it came from, but it's good.&lt;br /&gt;A pastor went to his church office on Monday morning and discovered a dead mule in the church yard. He telephoned the police. Since there did not appear to be any foul play, the police referred the pastor to the Health Department.&lt;br /&gt;They explained, "Since there is no health threat, you'll need to call the Sanitation Department."&lt;br /&gt;When the pastor called the Sanitation Department, the Manager of the Sanitation Department said, "I can't pick up that dead mule without authorization from the mayor."&lt;br /&gt;The pastor was not at all too eager to call the mayor, who possessed a very bad temper and was always extremely unpleasant and hard to deal with, but eventually, the pastor called the mayor anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The mayor did not disappoint the pastor. The mayor immediately began to rant and rave. After his continued rant at the pastor, the mayor finally said, "Why did you call me anyway? Isn't it your job to bury the dead?"&lt;br /&gt;The pastor paused for a brief prayer, and asked the Lord to direct his response. The Lord led the pastor to the words he was seeking:&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Mayor, it IS my job to bury the dead. BUT I always like to notify the next of kin first!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-113773032199532085?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113773032199532085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=113773032199532085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113773032199532085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113773032199532085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/next-of-kin.html' title='Next of Kin'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-113760719563950810</id><published>2006-01-18T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:59:56.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I'm waiting</title><content type='html'>I'm on the phone with tech support, just like I have been for everyday this year.  At work our computers upgraded themselves over Christmas, However they have had problems ever since.  We thought we had the majority of it fixed the other day, well we just had a power surge and the problems are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like this I would be munching on candy...but I'm not ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-113760719563950810?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113760719563950810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=113760719563950810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113760719563950810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113760719563950810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/since-im-waiting.html' title='Since I&apos;m waiting'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973817.post-113755847197495185</id><published>2006-01-17T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:27:51.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of my new diet...</title><content type='html'>So I've decided to change my eating habits. I have been eating alot of candy and drinking pop. (I actually went 3 years without pop at one point). Yesterday was the first day and I was almost perfect. I only had 1 bag of jelly beans (it was a gift) and no pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another story, I had no pop, but ate a bag of cookies(the chewy kind). But thats okay because I had more milk today that I have had since the fall (thats only because I havent had time to get to Aldi and buy cereal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not as heavy as I have been, I was up to 178 just over a year ago. I think it was last year. If not last year than the year before. It was part of my experiment to see if I could gain 30 pounds in 3 months...it only took one and a half. The only diffence now is I have no muscle, just flap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an employee laugh at me yesterday while I was stirring sauce. I said whats so funny she said look at yourself while you stir. So I did, and sure enough it was funny. My whole body was shaken and movin, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new goal is 6 months from now is to wieght the same, just lose my belly and maybe get some muscle back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-113755847197495185?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113755847197495185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=113755847197495185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113755847197495185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113755847197495185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/start-of-my-new-diet.html' title='Start of my new diet...'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-113744372853613446</id><published>2006-01-16T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:35:22.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Dont give a...well, you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a class="audLink" href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/98606/296248.mp3"&gt;&lt;img class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-113744372853613446?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113744372853613446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=113744372853613446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113744372853613446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113744372853613446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-dont-give-awell-you-know.html' title='We Dont give a...well, you know'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-113742595557471623</id><published>2006-01-16T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:39:35.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 something</title><content type='html'>Today Angel is Twenty-Ten.  Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work...Sleep...Tv...Sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did the dishes also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-113742595557471623?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113742595557471623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=113742595557471623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113742595557471623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113742595557471623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/30-something.html' title='30 something'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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-20973817.post-113724456536701903</id><published>2006-01-14T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T08:16:05.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I cool now??</title><content type='html'>Let me get started by saying...If you ever make fun of my spelling or grammar I wont be happy. Now that that's out of the way, I want to see what's so fun and cool about stuff like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just waited a couple of minutes and I feel the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep still the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just laughed at myself. That must be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this you chances are you know who my wife and I are. So I'll spare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently I'll spare myself because I have to get to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20973817-113724456536701903?l=jimandangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113724456536701903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20973817&amp;postID=113724456536701903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113724456536701903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20973817/posts/default/113724456536701903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/am-i-cool-now.html' title='Am I cool now??'/><author><name>Jim and Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876609698220871465</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></feed>
